You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Germany, early morning.

The central park of the villa block.

The old lady with white hair and white clothes is practicing Tai Chi sword.

Foreigners passing by in twos and threes around, could not help surrounding them.

Seeing the rumored Oriental Tai Chi with my own eyes, the blond and blue-eyed international friends couldn't help admiring it.

Show the old lady the internationally accepted thumbs up gesture.

Seeing this, the old lady smiled widely.

Recalling that Dr. Jiang told her yesterday that the treatment effect was good and the tumor was gradually shrinking, the old lady decided to play another trick on the spur of the moment.

Let gringos experience our traditional culture.

On a bench not far away, a man in pure black casual attire sat casually.

The leaves above the head are lush, and the light and shadow are intertwined.

Mixed light shone on the side of the man's face.

The outline is deep, and the eyebrows and eyes are handsome and compelling.

Seeing that the old lady's physical condition was getting better and better, Qi Mo showed a relieved expression, and retracted his gaze.

Slender fingers took out the phone from his pocket.

As usual every day.

Send Sheng Mumu the progress of the old lady's recovery.

There is a seven-hour time difference between Beijing and here.

He estimated that Sheng Mumu had probably just had lunch now.

Qi Mo: "[picture]"

……

After waiting for a long time, no new message pops up in the dialog box.

The man rested one arm lazily on the back of the bench, and turned his head to one side.

A ray of doubt slowly floated in his eyes.

He found that she seemed less willing to talk to him recently.

It takes a long time to get a reply after sending a message.

When calling, she often hangs up by saying "I have something to deal with here later".

Was wondering.

the phone is ringing.

It was Dong Tezhu who called to report the progress of several ongoing projects of the group.

After reporting on the official business, Special Assistant Dong suddenly changed the subject and asked:

"By the way, Mr. Qi, my wife asked me to help investigate the matter a few days ago, do I need to continue to follow up?"

Dong Tezhu has a job and works hard.

Although it is just a simple matter of investigating a person, he still adheres to the principle of "after-sales service to the end".

The wife's order is equivalent to Mr. Qi's order.

Right now, asking Mr. Qi what he thinks is the same as asking his wife what he thinks.

"What's the matter?" A deep voice came from the receiver.

Dong Tezhu was stunned for a moment, and blinked in confusion.

Uh... doesn't Mr. Qi know?

As the special assistant to the president, reporting everything is also a basic duty.

So, he explained in detail that his wife asked him to investigate Song Yue and He Qing.

After listening to Dong Tezhu's narration, Qi Moying's brows slightly frowned.

Finally, she found a trace of the reason why Sheng Mumu treated him coldly.

In order to further confirm what I thought in my heart.

He made another call.

"gentlemen--"

Butler Zhang's respectful and resonant voice came from the receiver.

Qi Mo spoke slowly:

"Madam, she..."

……

At the same time, Xiyu Yueting.

Sheng Mumu just came out of the villa and went to Su Tingran's house.

She was almost suffocating these two days.

The three of them worked together to take care of the scumbag boy Xiaosan, and she really wanted to share this matter with others.

Brag about her thoughtful deeds of helping Su Tingran fight for property.

However, after searching and searching, there was no one who could have a big chat with her.

In the past, Qi Mo was the first one to think of.

But somehow, this time she hesitated.

Hearing the story of Su Tingran and Song Yue's marriage from being happy to being broken, made her shrink back half of her newly developed love.

faintly worried.

It's not a good sign to get used to dependence before you start falling in love.

So, she gritted her teeth and swallowed her strong desire to share back into her stomach.

……

Qi Shaobai found out that something was wrong with Sheng Mumu.

Last night, when Qi Shaobai came home from his evening self-study, Sheng Mumu was leisurely leaning on the sofa in the living room, shaking his legs, humming a little tune while watching a variety show.

Qi Shaobai stopped by the living room.

Looking at her twice, he narrowed his eyes suddenly, "You have something to do."

Sheng Mumu turned her head in a daze: "?"

Qi Shaobai said in a case-solving tone: "You have always looked smug these two days, as if you have done something extraordinary."

Sheng Mumu's pupils trembled.

What?Is she so obviously proud?

Noticing her slight expression, Qi Shaobai tore off half of the earphones stuffed in his ears.

As if proud of his keen observation ability, he chuckled and said lazily:

"Sure enough, I guessed it right. Tell me, what's the matter."

Sheng Mumu glanced at him.

This kid has a face that clearly wants to hear gossip, and he tries hard to pretend that he doesn't care whether you like to talk or not.

Sheng Mumu almost reached the point of his mouth, and forcibly held back.

Think again and again, or give up.

It's not good, it's not good to tell the messy things like cheating on a scumbag and wearing a cuckold to the 17-year-old motherland flower who is in his youth.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at Qi Shaobai, and asked intentionally:

"Student Xiaoqi, you are very curious and want to know?"

"I'm not curious, it doesn't matter, whatever you want—" Before Qi Shaobai could say "You can say it or not", he was interrupted by Sheng Mumu's voice.

"Oh, whatever you want, then I won't say anything."

Sheng Mumu shrugged, with a calm expression:

"It doesn't matter to you anyway."

Qi Shaobai: "!???"

No...why didn't she play her cards according to the routine?

Sheng Mumu leaned back on the sofa leisurely again, and said leisurely: "Go back to the room to review, senior high school student."

"..." Qi Shaobai took a deep breath, suppressed his curiosity, and turned back to the room.

……

In this way, Sheng Mumu has not found anyone to say what she is holding back in her heart.

until noon today.

During lunch, she heard Butler Zhang talking to himself.

"Maybe Mrs. Song's house next door is going through a divorce, hey."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Mumu immediately put down her chopsticks, "Butler Zhang, who did you listen to?"

Butler Zhang waved his hand, "Ma'am, I guessed randomly, I didn't hear anyone say it."

Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows in doubt: "???"

Can this still be guessed?She doesn't believe it.

Butler Zhang hurriedly explained: "I ran into Mrs. Song on the road yesterday morning. Seeing that she was refreshed and smiling, she looked like a different person, so I was just thinking about it and guessing."

Sheng Mumu suddenly became interested, "Let's talk about it."

Butler Zhang was stunned for a few seconds, and said truthfully:

"According to my life experience, the relaxed and relieved expression on Mrs. Song's face usually only appears on people who get rid of their troubles."

Steward Zhang lowered his voice a little, and continued to explain his analysis process:

"But what can Mrs. Song worry about? It's nothing more than Mr. Song who has been away from home all year round."

"I'm going to guess boldly, getting rid of troubles is equivalent to getting rid of Mr. Song."

"From this, it can be concluded that the Song family's marriage may change."

"Besides, I've thought about various possibilities, and it's likely that Mr. Song cheated..."

Sheng Mumu showed an expression of "You are so amazing", and couldn't help but sighed:

"Steward Zhang, you...you are really a talent for being a housekeeper!"

Steward Zhang waved his hand embarrassingly, and smiled:

"Where is it, it's just random guessing, it's just random guessing."

Sheng Mumu finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Sighing lightly, his expression was secretive:

"Hey, since you've already guessed that it's almost inseparable, let me tell you about the glorious deeds of Ran Zhi fighting a scumbag."

Steward Zhang's eyes widened in surprise, listening to Sheng Mumu's eloquent talk.