Chapter 1142 Mr. Qi's Clingy Wife 71
“My mom likes it too, especially in the hot summer. She always has a small glass before meals,” Song Jinhuan said, handing the bottled wine to the proprietress to seal it, and tilting her head to explain.
Qi Lu secretly memorized it.
The proprietress came over with a sealed bottle of wine and said warmly, "Young lady, you look familiar."
Song Jinhuan smiled and asked curiously, "Auntie, do you know me?"
Qi Lu silently accepted the wine that was handed to him.
The proprietress thought for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Are you Liu Yaozai's maid?"
Liu Yaozai was Liu's father's nickname. He was the youngest in the family, with three older brothers and sisters.
That's what everyone in this area calls Liu Fu.
When the proprietress saw that Song Jinhuan had admitted it, she immediately started talking: "Wow, you've grown into a beautiful young woman! I didn't even recognize you just now."
"My boyfriend is handsome too, we look like a perfect match!"
"Liu Yaozai is so lucky!"
Song Jinhuan smiled and occasionally responded with a word of agreement. When the other party got busy, she quickly pulled Qi Lu away.
"You seem to be in a good mood?" She turned her head and found that Qi Lu was quite enjoying himself.
Qi Lu's eyes curved into a smile: "She said we're a good match."
Every time the man spoke, he would deliberately lean forward, the cold, hard fabric of his suit jacket lightly touching the pale yellow lace hanging down from Song Jinhuan's shoulders.
His gentle gaze remained fixed on her profile.
Song Jinhuan's cheeks flushed, and she turned her face away, saying indistinctly, "I think she's right."
Qi Lu couldn't help but laugh and echoed, "What a coincidence, I think so too."
Emotional progress: 92.
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During Xia Chengxuan's communication with his lawyer, his interrogation by the police, the sealing of the Xia family villa, and Xia An'an's discovery, Qi Lu was carrying gifts and making a formal visit to the Liu family.
Liu's father sent Song Jinhuan away and spoke with Qi Lü alone.
As for the content of the conversation, Song Jinhuan couldn't get any information out of him no matter how hard he asked.
At the same time, all the village officials listed were investigated.
Five days later, the bodyguards around the Liu family withdrew, and Song Jinhuan went home with her suitcase. The new bookstore also opened.
Qi Lu was so busy that he could barely keep his feet on the ground, and could only relieve his longing by calling her every night.
That night, in a hazy state, Song Jinhuan received another call from Qi Lu, whose unusually hoarse voice called out "Baby."
"Qi Lu?" Song Jinhuan lay on the bed, her voice softer than usual as she lay half-asleep.
After waiting for a long time, all I heard was the other person's increasingly rapid breathing.
She called out again.
The person opposite seemed to have bumped into something, letting out a muffled groan.
Hearing this, Song Jinhuan felt a chill run down her spine and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, goodnight, baby~"
Song Jinhuan frowned in surprise, but still obediently said goodnight.
The next day, several familiar-looking bodyguards appeared outside the bookstore.
Song Jinhuan did not receive a call from Qi Lu that night, and his phone was always switched off when he tried to call back.
On the third day after losing contact, Song Jinhuan couldn't help but ask the bodyguard.
The bodyguard simply said that Mr. Qi was fine and there was nothing to worry about.
But given Qi Lu's personality, something must have happened.
Moreover, it happened suddenly.
After being out of contact for half a month, the bookstore is back on track.
Liu's father hadn't seen Qi Lu for a long time and assumed the two had broken up. He secretly told Liu's mother that they shouldn't mention him at home.
My aunt's family received their relocation compensation, and the Wujia Village project started.
One day, a middle-aged couple came to the store a month after Qi Lu lost contact with him, bringing a bunch of things with them.
While paying, the lady tried to start a conversation, saying, "I haven't been to a bookstore in years. The little things these days are so exquisite."
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