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Qi Feng calmly driving, smell speech gently smile, "the bookstore near home is not there, go there to buy on the line."

She suddenly wanted to understand that she didn't know that there was no difference in the quality of pigments between the two countries. She just had a small, inseparable feeling in her heart.

But very coincidentally, the old place revisited, this feeling oneself untied.

She was in a good mood when she went back along the same road and bought new paint.

When she returned to the house, the cook's aunt came to open the door in a hurry, saying it was a guest, and the old lady was entertaining in the living room.

"Guest?" Qi Feng went to the villa gate along the porch eaves, and asked, "what guest?"

Auntie frowned, her hands habitually wrapped in her apron to wipe, "from Kyoto, the old lady also came to celebrate her birthday, that's the one with you, miss."

Speaking of this, Qi Feng understood who was coming.

She could not help but take a meal, and her face was cold.

The girl with the paint box and paintbrush beside her saw her mind and nuzzled toward the side door of the porch. "Miss, if you don't want to see you, you'd better go upstairs around the back yard. We'll say you haven't come back yet."

"No more." Qi Feng frowned and thought, and finally raised his feet and stepped out, "hiding is not the way."

She thought that Miss Song was right after all. Her roots are here. If shangrui wants to find it, she can't escape.

In this way, I have already walked to the door of the villa, and then stepped up the steps to go in. When I changed my shoes at the porch, the man in the sofa position of the living room had noticed her figure.

But his eyes did not change. He always sat upright on the independent sofa chair and listened to the old lady saying, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Shang, the book you asked for is no longer with me. I'm sorry that the old lady can't help you any more..."

Mrs. Qi's voice was hoarse, but she had a good accent. She was also sitting upright with her hands on her cane. The man in front of her also maintained a basic polite attitude.

Shangrui cold eyes, face gradually sink down, Yu Guang seems to take a bit of deliberate general aim at the direction of the living room entrance, "how can, I heard Xiao Feng said, this book has been collected by Mr. Qi, this manuscript is the only one, it should not be wrong?"

After a pause, he said with a gentle smile, "don't worry, old lady. I know that this book is of great documentary value, and I'm willing to pay for it."

"It's not about the money."

Seeing the other party's resolute attitude, she seemed to have no intention of giving up easily. The old lady's face also cooled down. Finally, she simply said, "this book Mr. Shang wanted has been bought by Miss Song."

"Song ran?"

A lock between the eyebrows of the man, the body leaned back, as if with a suspicious look in the past.

The old man saw through it and laughed contemptuously. "It's Miss Song from Kyoto. She mentioned this book to me earlier, and I sold it to her. At that time, I didn't know Mr. Shang needed this book. I'm really sorry."

After that, the old lady raised her hand and pointed to the direction outside the door. "My aunt is already preparing the meal. Mr. Shang has come all the way to come here and eat it before you go?"

Words are to keep people to eat, but it sounds as if they are driving people away.

Shang Rui was sensible and stood up with the armrest of the sofa. "No, old lady. Since the book is not here, I won't disturb you much."

The old lady didn't get up and nodded with a smile. She didn't mean to send someone out.

Shangrui raises his feet and goes straight to the door. He looks at Qi Feng who is still stuck there. Then he passes her.

At this time, Qi Feng recalled that he was stopped at the door by Shang Rui after the medal ceremony in Kyoto a few days ago. She suddenly understood what he said half of what he had not said.

So he raised his feet to catch up with him and stood at the entrance of the porch eaves and asked him, "did you go to the ancient town to find me for this book?"

Although the man stopped, he never looked back.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a while, and then his thick and dark voice came, "I'm not shangrui a month ago. All the things that shangrui promised to you before are all things that shangrui can't give you now."

In his eyes, power and money are always the most important.

Without them, anything else would be meaningless to him.

Qi Feng came here to understand that she felt ridiculous for her repeated entanglement in the past few days. She sneered twice and stood back to hold the mahogany railing next to her. "So, is it the ancient town that Miss Song led you to?"

Finally understand over Qi Feng, do not know what the bottom of the heart is what taste, but she to the man in front of her, after all is with a little contempt.So he directly sarcastically: "the book you want is in Miss Song's hands, which means that she knows you like the palm of her hand, and all your actions and plans are under her control."

When it comes to song ran, the man's eyes are full of fire.

As for this, he finally turned to look at her. Did not stop her words, but cold eyes listen to her continue to say.

"It's like you lost Fengrui. From the beginning, every step of your plan is in her calculation. You will never be able to fight her. Even, you are just a chess piece she played with. She is tired now and can turn you into an abandoned one at any time."

Qi Feng rarely sharp words, every word on the top of shangrui's heart, his fist clenched, forehead blue veins burst, at the same time coldly scolded, "you shut up!"

He couldn't hear a single redundant word.

And speaking of here, Qi Feng suddenly realized that he also drew up the corner of his lips with a mockery, "so I am just her chess piece, and my ending is also what she has foreseen for a long time."

Having said that, she did not look at the man any more. She turned around in a daze and walked toward the backyard with the railing.

And the man watched that wipe gradually away, until disappeared in the shadow of the green trees, like to do the final farewell.

After a moment's silence, he turned and strode towards the porch gate.

After sitting in the car, the driver carefully observed his gloomy face, for a moment did not know whether to start the engine.

"Back to the airport?" The atmosphere had cooled for a while before he asked cautiously.

But the man did not seem to hear, only immersed in his own world, recall just a woman said to him all the words, finally eyes gathered a burst of sinister light.

"Chess pieces?" He shallow ground a hook lip, "I want to let her know, a chess piece's formidable."

Then, from the pocket to take out the mobile phone, dial the phone out, simply charged two words: "work."

After that, he hung up the phone and told the driver to drive.