Chapter 557 (1/2)

Qi Feng returned to the South City and had no other plans.

Mrs. Qi is also worried about her. She looks at her very seriously every day. A servant follows her all the time. Even if she goes shopping, she always reports her itinerary.

She also had no desire to resist. She lived like a monk in a Taoist temple. She ate light meals and spent her free time taking care of the flowers and plants in the yard or painting on the balcony.

But the little girl who waited on her would find that the young lady in the family often froze when she did something. She painted a picture several times, and those precious flowers were also destroyed by her.

”In a word...” She said to the other sisters in the family, ”Miss's soul is not here.”

Miss Qi, who was out of her mind, accidentally kicked over the paint pot at her feet when she went to pour water downstairs. She was not upset. She saw the floor cleaned up and went to the room to change clothes. ”You accompany me to the store to buy another set.”

Twenty minutes later, she parked her car at the entrance of a remote lane. The little girl got off after her and looked inside on tiptoe. ”Miss, there is a bookstore near our house. How can we get here?”

Qi Feng raised her feet to the depth of the alley. The green stone slabs and brick walls were covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata. She reached out to pull out a green leaf and held her skirt with the other hand. It was rare for her face to show a few relaxed and comfortable expressions.

”Paintings and paints are the best to use here.”

After walking forward for a period of time, an old store is looming, she just smiles and responds to the doubts of people around her, ”when we go to school, we often come here.”

Our ”people” -

the little girl frowned and was about to show doubts when she suddenly stopped.

One hand is still on the brick wall, the other hand is still holding the skirt, but the smile is stiff on the face, and the emotion under the eyes is gradually complicated by shock.

She looked along the line of sight, and saw a group of young men and women standing in front of the store, which had completely appeared in front of her eyes, followed by a little girl of about five or six years old.

The little girl raised her head, and through the lane cracks the mottled sunlight just sprinkled on her face, and with a smile, she stretched out her hand and held the woman's clothes beside her, as if trying to persuade something.

The woman looked back at her, and then listened to the man's voice, ”go far. The painting board and paint are the best.”

Then he held up a pile of drawing paper and put it in front of her.

When Gong Qi first heard that this man volunteered to take Xiaomao to buy the tools for painting class, he was already skeptical. Later, due to Xiaomiao's face, he followed him all the way. In the end, he did not let her down.

This is not the same level of ”good” as she thought it was.

Especially in the face of men pestered over the painting paper.

She held out a hand from her windbreaker pocket and grabbed the paper. Then she turned the wrapping paper back and forth with her eyes, and then pushed it into the man's arms. ”This brand of painting paper is sold in every bookstore. You say this one is the best one. Do you mean that other stores sell fake products?”

The man held the drawing paper in his arms and hesitated to agree, but he could not say anything specific to refute.

Gong Qi saw that, with his hands around his chest, ”it's normal that the same product of different brands has its own advantages and disadvantages, but if you want to say that the same product of the same brand, this one is the best. I'm very curious, do you have a bubble in your head?”