"Okay, that's what I thought too."

Gu Heng was still used to Nan Song like this, and he felt more at ease, "But Linlin said there was no rush, she said she wanted to hold the wedding together with you."

"Come with me?" Nan Song said, "It's time to wait. I haven't even written my horoscope yet."

"Then why don't you hurry up and get rid of that one?"

Gu Heng said: "After one stroke, there will soon be another stroke, and it will be done."

"..."

It sounds easy, but each of those two strokes is not easy.

It's better to take your time.

—

Nan Song and Qi Jingjing made an appointment at the Lakeside Club.

Nan Song had been to this club before, a long time ago. She originally asked Yang Ke to come out to discuss the racecourse project, but Fu Yu intercepted her.

How could I know at that time that so many things would happen later?

The Lakeside Guild Hall is a building left over from the Republic of China. After parking the car in the parking lot, Nan Song got on the rickshaw and was taken all the way to the entrance of the guild hall.

Nan Song felt that he should really wear a cheongsam today to make himself more suitable for the occasion.

It was still in the private room on the third floor. Qi Jingjing had already arrived, and there was a woman sitting next to her, a very charming woman wearing a cheongsam.

The woman held a thin cigarette in her hand and was wearing a dark blue embroidered cheongsam. She was leaning slightly sideways. The high slit design revealed her slender legs. Her waist was tight and graceful. She was talking to Qi Jingjing with her head turned.

, she couldn't help but turn her head when she heard the movement. When she saw the person coming, the end of her eyes slightly raised, she raised her lips and put out the cigarette.

This series of movements is like flowing clouds and flowing water, natural and graceful, just like scenes in old movies, with great charm.

Nan Song stood at the door, admiring it intently. He used the lens in his eyes to capture this scene and sealed it in the film of his memory.

Who says women can't appreciate women? Sometimes the allure of women to women can be fatal.

Almost instantly, Nan Song recognized him.

The woman wearing the cheongsam is called He Xiaowen. She is Luo You's hairdresser and Wang Ping's wife.

Oh, I should say it’s my ex-wife.

"Miss Nan Da, why don't you come in?" He Xiaowen's voice was very special at the end, with Nancheng dialect mixed in Mandarin, as soft as a cat.

However, she had blocked Zhuo Xuan in the room and slapped her in the face, and her actions had left a deep impression on Nan Song.

Nan Song smiled slightly, "I'm afraid it will disturb your sisters' conversation."

"How could that happen?" Qi Jingjing stood up and called to Nan Song, "Mr. Nan, please sit down. Do you want tea or coffee?"

"Tea bar."

"Okay." Qi Jingjing asked the waiter to bring a pot of top-quality tea. The aroma of tea overflowed, and Nan Song sat down opposite He Xiaowen.

There was a cup of coffee in front of He Xiaowen, with lipstick marks still on the coffee cup.

"If I had known you were coming, I would have brought Luo You with me." Nan Song said.

He Xiaowen heard Luo You visibly bending his eyes, but she said: "Why do we need a tomboy to come to a party between us women? Besides, she is in the sweet period of love now, and I don't want her to come.

Give me some eye drops. Wouldn’t she be out of place in our ‘divorce women’s concentration camp’?”

Nan Song and Qi Jingjing twitched their lips at the same time when they heard this.

A gathering camp for divorced women?
Chapter completed!