Divorced only to find true love?

Ask Cheng Chonghe to say that Gu Zhiqiao is extremely cunning, what is meant by not being able to speak for the time being, what is meant by being hard to say, and I don't want to lie to you, obviously every word is arousing people's imagination.

Of course, the premise is that she can think of what Gu Zhiqiao can't say.

Rationally speaking, Cheng Chonghe still felt that he was thinking too much.Even if Gu Zhiqiao frankly admits that he is the person who gets along comfortably, speaks together, and is willing to understand each other, it doesn't mean anything.It can only be said that Gu Zhiqiao regards her as a friend.

She will not deny this point, for her, Gu Zhiqiao is also such an existence.

However, it is because of Gu Zhiqiao's "unable to speak", which adds a layer of haze to such an existence.

Hazy makes people daydream.

Cheng Chonghe didn't intend to explore, and her intuition told her that if she continued to explore, there might be a situation that she couldn't resist.Respect Gu Zhiqiao's wishes, deceive oneself and others, let nature take its course, whatever is fine, it's just a saying anyway.

After dinner, Gu Zhiqiao wanted to help clear the table, but Cheng Chonghe refused.

Gu Zhiqiao asked: "Then next time you cook, can I wash the dishes?"

Cheng Chonghe was still a little angry, and deliberately said: "Not good."

"Huh?" Gu Zhiqiao looked at her eagerly, full of puzzlement, like the unsuccessful Mark Twain squatting beside her begging for food.

"The dishwasher will be here soon."

After Cheng Chonghe came out of the kitchen, dried his hands, and applied hand cream, he saw Gu Zhiqiao holding her octopus doll and looking at it horizontally and vertically, laughing nonstop.

"Ms. Cheng, you still like dolls."

Ms. Cheng was subtle in her heart, and her face was the most serious. She snatched the octopus, "Can't you?"

"Oh, don't get angry. I won't laugh at you. Who doesn't like a doll with fur, even a monkey can't put it down." Gu Zhiqiao grabbed an octopus foot and scratched his face, "This fur is very comfortable Ms. Cheng, I just didn't expect you to like Cthulhu's look so much."

Is it a doll problem?It's an octopus.I thought it disturbed people's dreams by placing it on the bed, so I took it to the living room, not wanting to be discovered by this person.

"Mary Sue, I do know, what is Cthulhu?"

Explaining the origin of Cthulhu, Gu Zhiqiao said: "It can be understood as some kind of unknown fear."

Cheng Chonghe poked the octopus's face, "Unknown? Obviously known."

The way she puffed up her face and poked the doll was really like a naughty child, Gu Zhiqiao laughed again.There is a saying that when you get older, the most rare thing for a person is cuteness.

The man couldn't stop when he was cute, and even waved his fist at Gu Zhiqiao. "Gu Zhiqiao, if you laugh again, be careful I'll beat you up."

Being called by her first name and last name made her bones feel lighter.Gu Zhiqiao asked: "Ms. Cheng, don't act like you never beat me up."

"Why, as an elder, can't you have some privileges?"

"Yes, yes, you are allowed to be disrespectful to the old."

She has sex dreams at an early age, isn't she just disrespecting her old age?Before Cheng Chonghe was about to get mad, Gu Zhiqiao started to talk about work matters, which were nothing more than iron planners and regular clients.Cheng Chonghe has no progress here, so she will start with other people's projects.Lu Qiaozhi's boyfriend's phone call temporarily dispelled Cheng Chonghe's suspicion, but she still decided to go to Y City to have a look.Gu Zhiqiao reminded her again not to forget herself.

After chatting for a while, Gu Zhiqiao got up to say goodbye.Of course she wanted to stay until the end of time, but everything should be done in moderation, otherwise it would be annoying.He could faintly feel that Cheng Chonghe was a little angry with her, maybe it was the kind of anger that he couldn't explain the reason, but it didn't look like a bad thing.

When she was putting on her shoes at the door, she suddenly found something inconsistent. "Ms. Cheng, have you changed your hand cream?"

Cheng Chonghe didn't care, smelled his hand, thought of the seemingly absent kiss that this man was drunk that night, and let it go. "It's changed. The weather is warmer. Use a thinner one. The previous one is too oily."

"Oh, it still smells good as before."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Before leaving for work the next day, Cheng Chonghe thought of Gu Zhiqiao's words when he was applying hand cream.

"What hand cream do you use, it still smells good before."

The previous one was too moisturizing and not suitable for the increasingly warmer climate. When it was used up, she replaced it with a thinner and more moisturizing one.Like a ghost, Cheng Chonghe deliberately dug out a new old model from the cabinet, unpacked the blue carton, and applied it evenly on his hands.

That night when Gu Zhiqiao held her hand and secretly kissed her, she jumped into her mind, as well as her dreams...

Her fingers are not slender and slender, and it can be seen that she doesn't spend much time on maintenance.I used to be a housewife and used to do housework. When I went abroad and came back, I did everything by myself. I opened an inn and a museum villa.She knows that in the eyes of ordinary people, she is younger than her actual age, thanks to genes and exercise, but there is no reason why people can't tell the age, the hands and neck are like human growth rings.

There was a joke popular on the Internet earlier, when I saw a figure from the side of the road, about [-] people, slim and graceful, I thought it was a beauty, but I was shocked when I saw the face, it was an old woman.

That's right, my daughter is almost 30 years old, so how young can she be?

Perhaps Xiao Yang was confused by her brilliance, but Gu Zhiqiao probably had bad eyesight and always looked at her like a little girl.With the age difference between the two, she is enough to be her mother.

Cheng Chonghe shook his head, put back the hand cream he had just removed, washed his hands, and did it again before Shi Shiran went out.

Everything went on as usual with Gu Zhiqiao, talking nonsense, eating, walking the dog, watching movies and theaters, as if the flustered nervousness and dreams before were all imagined by myself.

The recent economic downturn may have caused Feng Shui masters and fortune tellers, who are rarely seen in ordinary times, to keep their identities secret and sell them door-to-door.When walking the dog, Gu Zhiqiao told Cheng Chonghe as a joke—in order to avoid the situation of waiting for a long time, now she has a thick skin. Clearly, he was more like an assistant than Qian Jin.

X Media came to a self-recommended fortune-teller. He was talking about some seats and soft furnishings. The big boss was shocked and regarded her as a master.Heard that it was the descendant of the Liu family, Mr. Wang also said that that person had done things for a certain important person.

"However, a fortune-teller who has done things for a big man by himself, would come to the company to sell it. Usually, at the master level, he has to put on airs, and he is willing to give advice after three or four invitations. Otherwise, how can he get it? High price. But Mr. Wang also said that Liu’s magic calculation, the calculation is benevolent, the previous generation’s successors helped the world and saved people, and did not charge a penny. This generation has to make ends meet, and is determined to be a fortune teller in the new era. We asked the friend of our big boss to do it Brand positioning, that’s why you think of coming to our company when you do good deeds every day.”

"Maybe this is the way fortune tellers are promoting now? A while ago, Qian Jin also met someone who came to our museum to do good deeds every day."

"and after?"

"Later, Qian Jin drove her away. I heard it was a woman."

Gu Zhiqiao regained his spirits all of a sudden, "That Liu's fortune teller is also a woman, she can't tell her age, she might be about the same age as me. I don't know if it's because of the clothes, but I always feel neurotic."

"Qian Jin said she looks good."

"Ah, yes, it's nice not to talk."

"What about speech?"

"Quite nervous."

Cheng Chonghe laughed.

"Don't laugh, really. I'm also the object of her good deeds every day. Many people in the company want her to do the math for herself, but she doesn't."

"Oh? You forget it?"

"I haven't, and I don't believe in evil."

"Isn't the master of fortune telling very shameless?"

Gu Zhiqiao followed Cheng Chonghe's tone, "The master of fortune telling is not only shameless, but also stingy."

"Stingy? She wouldn't do something against you, would she?" Cheng Chonghe was unconsciously worried.

"That's not true. The master is a master. How can there be such skill. She said a few inexplicable and profound words. It is a good thing not to believe in evil. You can't believe in evil when evil comes. In order not to offend the big boss who believed in her, I had no choice but to Pretend to believe and ask her for advice."

"What did she say?"

Believe it or not, I am always happy to hear good things, especially the legendary master. "The master said that I am walking on the great road, seeing the sun through the clouds, and I have the appearance of good luck."

Only then did Cheng Chonghe realize why her neck was raised so high early in the morning, and a sugar bowl was hanging from the corner of her mouth. It turned out to be honey luck.

What is honey luck?According to Gu Zhiqiao's understanding, honey luck is a little sweeter than peach blossom luck.What does this mean, it means that two people are in love with each other, even if it doesn't exist now, there will be in the near future.Regardless of whether the master is true or not, at least give her a good word, what she needs most now is such encouragement.

Cheng Chonghe felt that her extraordinary complacency was a bit dazzling. "Tell me that you are as happy as honey luck?"

"That's right, are you unhappy that I have honey luck?"

Should she be happy?Cheng Chonghe thought about it before saying, "You and Hanyin have not broken up for half a year. As her mother, I feel a little complicated."

"What about yourself as Ms. Cheng?"

"Of course I'm happy for you."

No wonder people say that speaking is an art, and Ms. Cheng is very accomplished in this art, completely impeccable.

But Gu Zhiqiao was very happy, as long as Cheng Chonghe didn't talk about her business, she would be satisfied.

Originally, she was the one who had the honey luck, and had nothing to do with the other party at all.

"What else did the master say?"

"The master also said that I will turn bad luck into good luck."

Being able to turn bad luck into good fortune shows that there is a premise of "bad luck". Cheng Chonghe pays more attention to this than to good luck. "The master said how to turn bad luck into good luck?"

"I didn't ask."

"Why don't you ask?"

"Generally turning bad luck into good luck is a hook, wait for me to ask how to resolve it. Then she still doesn't say that the secret should not be leaked, wait for me to ask a few more times, and then report me a seven-seven-forty-nine-day turnaround Gift bag, I will not be fooled."

Cheng Chonghe glared at her, and you would believe it if she said she was lucky.

"I don't believe in evil." Originally walking by Cheng Chonghe's side, but now feeling the danger, Gu Zhiqiao went to the other side, on the same side as Mark Twain. "Besides, since you can turn bad luck into good luck, it means that you don't need to do anything. If you need to do it, it's not turning bad luck into good luck, but meeting a noble person, right?"

"Strong words make sense."

"Ms. Cheng, don't worry, the master has added WeChat to me, and I will definitely consult her if I have any questions."

"Oh, when the time comes, they will give you a seven-seven-forty-nine-day gift package waiting for you to be fooled."

"As long as people who care about me can rest assured, even if she offers me a 360 five-day top-notch gift package, I will bite the bullet and take it."

"..."

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