After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

Song Mai quickly stepped forward, ripped off the clothes in his hand, and quickly curled up into a ball.

"I threw it away."

But the man stopped her.

"Why throw it away? Keep it, maybe you can use it."

Song Mai's face turned red like a cooked shrimp, and she threw the clothes into the trash can without hesitation.

Chu Xing's eyes darkened and he said nothing more.

The next morning, the two arrived at the ancient city. After putting their luggage back at the hotel, Song Mai headed straight to the busiest street market in the ancient city.

That day was the Fishing Festival in Zicheng, and the ancient city was at its busiest.

Small stalls selling all kinds of souvenirs and vendors selling all kinds of snacks came out. Song Mai was having a great time shopping, looking at this and buying something there. They were all cheap little things, and she wasn't stingy when it came to buying them.

In a short while, he bought a whole bag and filled it up.

She also picked out a tie-dyed skirt for Lin Ran, which was fresh, elegant and full of ethnic style.

After paying the money, she skipped forward with her bag on her back.

The man followed her, carrying several bags in his hands.

He offered to pay for her several times but she refused.

Song Mai walked all the way to the end of the ancient city and stopped only when he could no longer see the bustling streets.

In addition to being a scenic spot, the ancient city is also home to many local residents.

Under a bridge, several middle-aged women in ethnic costumes were washing fruits and vegetables in the stream, chatting in dialect from time to time, and sounded very happy.

It was lunch time now, and smoke was rising from many homes in the ancient city. The smoke was curling between the tile houses, making the place look full of the smell of life.

Song Mai looked at this scene, his eyes full of longing.

【It would be nice if I could live here forever. 】

Hearing her thoughts, Chu Xing turned his head to look at her.

"Do you like it here?"

She nodded seriously: "I like it very much."

It can be said that this is the kind of life she most yearns for. She does not have any lofty ambitions, she just wants a stable job and a small family of her own.

I am busy with work during working hours every day, and I live a good life after work, cooking, planting flowers, and having a few friends to go out and play together occasionally. It would be even better if I could have someone I like by my side, but of course, it doesn’t matter if not.

It is not easy to complete the first few things.

“Have you ever thought about settling here?”

Song Mai's eyes lit up and then dimmed again.

She hadn't thought about it, because it was something she didn't even dare to think about.

She longed to settle down here, but she couldn't do it. She had very little money in her pocket and couldn't afford to buy a house in Zicheng. If she rented a house and worked at the same time, she would be a complete worker.

She was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of Zicheng, and she might not be able to find a job like her current one in Zicheng.

Therefore, the most important thing to realize your ideal life is not to settle down in Zicheng, but to have the capital to go wherever you want.

And she obviously didn't.

"Maybe one day I will really come here to live, but not now. I can't do it now."

The man looked at her without blinking, his eyes extremely serious.

"What if I say I can help you achieve it?"

Although he and Song Mai had done a notarization of their pre-marital property and did not divide the property after their divorce, as they spent more time together, he began to feel more and more sorry for her.

Since she is really nice and takes such good care of the old man, we should thank her even if there is no such marriage.

Besides, he couldn't treat her the same way as before. His affection for her grew from the bottom of his heart, and once it sprouted, it grew wildly and could not be controlled no matter how hard he tried.

He thought that after they divorced, he would help her achieve the life she wanted.

She had lived a very hard life over the past twenty years, and he hoped that she could live a better life in the future.

Song Mai glanced at him with interest: "How can it be achieved? If I'm not mistaken, you still rely on me for support."

She didn't mean to look down on him, but she didn't take what he said seriously at all.

Chu Xing opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.

He almost forgot that in front of Song Mai, he was not the Mr. Yun who had everything, but a poor boy with nothing.

What he said just now was a little thoughtless.

He thought about it for a while and said, "After all, I am starting a business. Maybe one day my company will be listed. Then it will be simple for me to give you a house."

Song Mai thought he was joking, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Then I'm counting on you. If you become rich, don't forget me!"

The woman smiled with curved eyebrows and her almond-shaped eyes were full of energy, completely devoid of the loneliness just now.

The two stood by the stream for a while, and Song Mai suggested going to eat something.

Chu Xing's phone was out of battery, so he asked Song Mai to choose a restaurant to wait for him while he went to the car to get a power bank.

Song Mai randomly chose a restaurant from among several ones that had signs advertising the ancient city's specialties.

The hotel is not very big but it is antique and has a unique charm.

She chose a seat by the window and sat down, flipping through the menu while waiting for Chu Xing to come over.

But just when she was coming back from the bathroom, she accidentally bumped into someone.

The man had a dark complexion and looked a little bit unlike a Chinese. He was originally sitting at the corner of the table, but he stood up just as Song Mai passed by, and the two bumped into each other.

Song Mai quickly apologized in accordance with the principle of not causing trouble when out and about: "I'm sorry."

However, after seeing Song Mai, the man looked directly at the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat and said a few words in a language that Song Mai could not understand.

The middle-aged man immediately looked at Song Mai, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

The next second, the dark-skinned man grabbed Song Mai's wrist with a fierce look in his eyes.

Song Mai didn't know what they meant, so he quickly asked for help from the restaurant waiter and the people eating around him.

But the people at this table seemed to be some extraordinary people.

The waiters and the owner of the restaurant looked at the few people with horror, but the other diners were all tourists, and they thought it was better to mind their own business, so they naturally would not meddle in other people's business.

A short man stood up next to the dark-skinned man. He seemed to have been chewing betel nuts for a long time, and his teeth were rotten. His mouth was red, as if he had just drunk blood, which was frightening.

He said in broken Chinese: "Our boss likes you. Come with us and stay with our boss tonight!"

Hearing this, Song Mai was speechless.

What's wrong with her looks?

Few local people approached her, but those who liked her were foreigners. Last time it was that Westerner, and this time it was this group of Southeast Asians.

She glanced at the short man, then shook off the hand that was holding her wrist.

"This is not your country, nor is it ancient times. It is not popular to forcibly seize women."