Chang Xia thinks that his speed is very fast, so fast to buy a house in New Orleans. But it's not surprising that Qi Qian is also the former president of Qi's group. Although he left Qi's family, he is still a rich man. It's OK to have hundreds of millions of dollars on hand. Besides, even if he really has no money, he can make as much money as he wants by virtue of his keen business talent and ability.
Qi Qian is a money making machine. As long as others live, they can make a steady stream of money.
To some extent, I admire Qi Qian very much. The real rich people are just like him. It's not that the family is rich or the original accumulation is rich, but that they have the ability to make money themselves. This is really not comparable to that of ordinary people like Chang Xia.
Then they went back to New Orleans by car. To their surprise, Qi Qian and Chang Xia went back in the same direction.
"Is the house you bought in New Orleans also in this direction?" Chang Xia asked suspiciously that her home was in hoger street, so she thought whether Qi Qian's home was also in that street.
As a result, Qi Qian said, "yes, my direction is also here, hoger street. I just chose to be on the same street as you, so that I can see you in a better way."
Chang Xia's face turns black. She thinks that Qi Qian really wants to buy a house close to her, which is convenient for her to harass herself. Forget it. Anyway, Qi Qian has long been expected to move here. Maybe life will be more convenient after he has a man.
After waiting for the car to stop, Chang Xia was surprised to find that Qi Qian's house was not ordinary near him. The house he bought was next to Chang Xia! They have become neighbors!
When the car left, the smoke and dust scattered. Chang Xia's long hair was floating in the wind. The moon at night showed her expression of consternation. Then she glared at Qi Qian and asked, "what's the matter? Why did you buy the house next to me?"
"Ah? It's closer to you, and I can visit our children. " Qi Qian showed a handsome smile, especially when he said "our children", it seemed that there were layers of father's light behind him, which was very dazzling.
This guy did it on purpose!
Chang Xia stepped up to him and said, "I mean, isn't the Smiths living here? Where have they gone? How did you drive my neighbors away?"
"My God, Xiao Xia, you have wronged me. I didn't drive them away, they sold them to me, and I think they are very happy." Qi Qian offered a price twice as high as the market price for the Smiths to sell the house to him. Of course, the Smiths were happy to receive the money. The money Qi Qian paid them was enough for them to buy two houses of the same level outside.
Money can make the devil push the mill, this sentence goes anywhere. Anyway, now Qi Qian has become Chang Xia's neighbor.
With one hand on Chang Xia's shoulder, Qi Qian said with pride, "Hello, Miss Chang, please take care of me in the future."
"Take care of your sister." Chang Xia pulled him apart and gave him a look of disgust. Then he hurried into the room. Unexpectedly, Qi Qian also followed in. It seems that he also wants to enter the room.
Chang Xia immediately stopped: "what are you doing? I want to go home, and you also go back to your home."
"I want to say hello to my uncle and aunt first."
He said he wanted to say hello, but Chang Xia felt that he was looking for an excuse to get here. Rolled a white eye, Chang Xia waved his hand and said: "my parents have to rest, so they have no time to greet you. If you are smart, you should go quickly, or I will get angry."
"Xiao Xia, don't be so fierce. At least let me have a look at the child."
"Child..." Chang Xia smiles coldly. It turns out that this is Qi Qian's real purpose. What he says is to say hello to her parents? He's here for the child.
Ha ha, there's no way to look after children. Chang Xia poked his forehead: "children also want to rest, go quickly."
"No." Qi Qian began to play tricks, like a child holding Chang Xia's wrist, now Qi Qian becomes a little sticky. Chang Xia just doesn't care about him. As soon as he shakes off his hand, he takes out the key and opens the door.
Qi Qian sees the gap between the door and wants to rush in. Chang Xia quickly kicks his leg. He staggers backward in pain. Taking this opportunity, Chang Xia quickly closes the door and successfully blocks him outside.
When the cold wind blows, the outside of the room is empty, and the night is dark, showing a cold taste, as if the plum blossom in winter is only blooming alone. Qi Qian stroked the thin door with one hand, and finally sighed before he was willing to leave. It seems that his desire to see the child failed, and Chang Xia didn't let him see him at all.
But it doesn't matter. The future is long. I'm sure I can find opportunities. Qi Qian went back to the next room, opened the door, sat on the sofa and had a cup of coffee. His sharp eyes flickered and murmured to himself: "in the future... I will return to your mother and son."
The next morning, dew pressed the grass leaves, petals scattered with the warmth of the sun, Chang Xia stretched out to get up from the bed, everything is beautiful, today sleep very comfortable. Probably because the child did not cry all night, so Chang Xia slept soundly.
After staying up, Chang Xia finds that the child has awakened. He opens his bright eyes and stares at himself. Sure enough, he is a lovely child. I feel happy when I look at him.
"Good boy." Chang Xia hugged him, coaxed him gently, and gave him the milk and changed his diaper. Maybe it's accompanied by the growing up of children. Although they are still infants, they seem to be very sensible. Generally, children don't cry at night, which is rare. Chang Xia heard from her mother that she used to cry when she was a little baby at night. When she cried, she would wake up the people around her, but it was very noisy. Compared with their infancy, children often dry will be more clever, do not cry, unless it is excreted, otherwise it will not cry for no reason. After taking good care of the children, Chang Xia takes them out for a walk. In the early morning, when birds are singing and everything wakes up, we have to go out for a walk. At this time, the mobile phone rings. It's Locke. Looking at the mobile phone screen, Chang Xia's heart shakes. Think back to the last time I saw Locke, it was when she took Catherine to see him. Locke called himself this time. He was afraid that he had something to say. Chang Xia put the baby into the crib, so he took the call. There came his voice: "do you have time, Xia? I want to meet you." Locke's tone on the phone was flat, but there was a sense of confusion and uneasiness. He seemed to have something important to say.