The house was empty, not a trace of Nan Mufeng in sight.
There was a note stuck to the fridge. Jian Xi walked over skeptically and peeled it off, "Wife, I had to rush out for an urgent matter. You must take good care of yourself, and wait for my return."
He had gone on a mission.
Jian Xi breathed a sigh of relief, then looked down at herself, thinking what a waste the effort was to dress up so properly!
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Today's weather was very nice, neither cold nor hot. Along the road to the company, crape myrtle blossoms seemed to have bloomed overnight.
Clusters of pink flowers gathered at the tops of trees, occasionally fluttering down with the wind.
"So beautiful!" Jian Xi slowed down her car, admiring the flowers along the road, regretting that she had driven instead.
Such a beautiful scene should be enjoyed leisurely with a stroll under the trees.
It was also suitable for painting.
