Early morning.
Qi Mo was changing clothes in the walk-in closet.
Hearing the alarm clock ringing on the bedside table, Mu's eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement.
Sheng Mumu, who was sleeping soundly rolled up in the quilt on the bed, jumped up when she heard the ringtone.
She went into the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste, brushed her teeth, and washed her face in one go.
The speed was so fast, it was like a commando.
Their walk-in closets were separate but adjacent.
When she passed Qi Mo's closet, she caught a glimpse of the man standing tall and straight, his evenly proportioned, slender fingers holding onto his watch strap.
Sheng Mumu poked half her head out to greet: "Morning."
Qi Mo's brow slightly lifted: "Busy at the flower shop today?"
If not busy, she would usually sleep until nine.
Sheng Mumu entered her closet, stood in front of the wardrobe and was at a loss, casually responding:
"Not going to the flower shop today, Qi Shaobai's school has an activity."
Qi Mo: "What activity?"
Sheng Mumu switched to small talk mode:
"College entrance examination mobilization rally, you know, one of those chanting slogans, cheering up high school seniors to get into exam preparation mode quickly kind of activities."
"It looks superficial, but it’s actually quite useful."
"Qi Shaobai is usually lazy, now that he's a high school senior, his mainspring should be wound tighter."
Qi Mo listened to her mellow voice coming from the next closet, and his hard jawline gradually softened.
He really enjoyed listening to her talk about these things.
Very mundane conversations.
"Are you in a hurry to go out?" Sheng Mumu suddenly raised her voice and asked.
Sheng Mumu poked half her head out of her closet next door, blinked her bright eyes.
Qi Mo turned his head to look at her, and said neither hastily nor slowly: "No hurry."
"Then can you help me see, between these two outfits, which looks better?"
Sheng Mumu stretched out her whole body, smiling holding up two pieces of clothing, comparing them to the front of her body in turn.
"Between these two, which one looks more dignified? More like a parent?"
Sheng Mumu believed in Qi Mo's aesthetic taste.
His clothes were always exquisite and good-looking.
The ties, watches, cufflinks and so on, were also well-matched.
Qi Mo's hands were still buckling his watch strap, standing lazily.
His tie was not yet tied, his collar slightly open, revealing his cold, white neck, and his prominent Adam's apple was sexy. He turned his head to look over.
His pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze swept over her from top to bottom.
Sheng Mumu felt extremely uncomfortable under his strong, substantial gaze, but she didn't rush him.
She believed that after careful consideration, he would surely give a satisfactory answer.
After a long time, Qi Mo finally buckled his watch strap.
It was so long that Sheng Mumu even wondered if his watch was broken.
"Both look good," the man said sincerely, his voice a little hoarse.
Sheng Mumu: "......"
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He thought about it for so long just to come up with such a useless conclusion?
For this kind of thing, you really can't ask men.
Even a refined man like Qi Mo who pays attention to every tiny detail, it was pointless to ask.
Sheng Mumu sighed, went back to her closet and started seriously picking out a handbag.
She treated attending Qi Shaobai's school rally as an extremely important matter.
Qi Mo stood in front of the mirror, his slender fingers tying his tie.
In the mirror, the tall-nosed, sharp-jawed man's eyes gradually condensed, falling into thought.
At the banquet that time, would she also carefully pick out clothes like today, and think about how to match with him?
Sheng Mumu eventually chose a light-colored, petite chic outfit, the skirt was not too short, revealing her fair, straight legs.
The lip color should not be too heavy, the earrings and bracelets should also be more low-key styles more appropriate.
Sheng Mumu turned in front of the mirror, pleased with her aesthetic taste.
She was too focused that she didn't hear Qi Mo say as he left:
"I'll drop by after the meeting too, if time permits."
...
After painstakingly picking out satisfactory clothes and handbag, Sheng Mumu was at a loss again in front of the garage with rows of luxury cars.
Which one to drive?
The butler Zhang stood to one side, and asked again:
"Madam, are you sure you don't need a driver to take you?"
Sheng Mumu: "No need, I can go myself."
Compared to being chauffeured, she actually preferred being in control behind the steering wheel.
When the driver drove to accommodate her feelings, it was always slowly.
Even on open roads, he emphasized stability, and could not pick up speed.
Sheng Mumu had been exasperated by this driving style for a long time.
Driving like this was completely wasting the good performance of the luxury cars, very unsatisfying.
Seeing the madam's attitude was firm, Butler Zhang did not say any more, only described the terrain of No. 1 Middle School in Beijing three times.
Down to details like "after you see the riding field, turn right, then after you see the outdoor swimming pool, go straight for 500 meters and enter the auxiliary road."
No. 1 Middle School in Beijing was so big.
To ensure privacy, navigation apps could not bring up maps of routes within the school.
Butler Zhang was worried that the madam would get lost.
If he had paper and pen with him right now, he would have drawn the school terrain.
Sheng Mumu did not detect Zhang's worries at all, looked around at the luxury car pile, hesitated between the Bugatti and Koenigsegg for a while.
She eventually chose the black Koenigsegg.
The price was relatively low-key, not flashy, and the speed was fast enough.
Butler Zhang followed behind her, "Madam, call me anytime if you don't recognize the way."
Sheng Mumu smiled confidently, "Don't worry, I can find it. Anyway, even if I somehow can't find it, I can always ask Qi Shaobai to come out and get me."
She was not bragging.
Although she was a little face-blind, her memory for roads was very familiar.
Basically, places she had been to once, the second time going, she could find her way from memory.
Butler Zhang was stunned for a moment.
Would the young master go pick up the madam?
He clearly remembered that the two were still at odds with each other not long ago.
Even though they got along relatively well on a trip together.
The taciturn and difficult to tame young master was certainly not one to go pick someone up.
And on such a hot day, the young master hated heat the most.
But the madam spoke so confidently, as if it were true.
Before he could figure it out, he heard the low roar, and Sheng Mumu drove out of the garage.
Her fair, porcelain-like forearm stretched out of the car window, waved casually.
"Bye, Butler Zhang."
...
On the road.
The black Koenigsegg stopped at the zebra crossing waiting for the red light.
In the sports car next to it, a young man turned his head to look.
Upon discovering the driver of the Koenigsegg was a woman, he exclaimed regretfully to his companion:
"Look at that Koenigsegg next to us, it's actually driven by a woman."
His companion looked over following his gaze, and without even getting a clear look at the person, frowned in evaluation:
"Women drivers are road killers, the nice Koenigsegg gone to waste."
"Yeah, wasted."
"Can't even drive well, still buying such a nice car, women are just empty-headed show-offs."
Before his words fell, the traffic light turned green.
Before they could react, the black Koenigsegg had rushed out already.
The smooth acceleration at start, just barely overtook the cars in front.
A beautiful drift around the corner, turning into the road on the right.
Steady and fast, turning at just the right moment.
The two people in the car were dumbfounded.
They looked at each other in disbelief.
Only when cars behind honked urging them did they come to their senses, unconsciously murmuring:
"Awesome..."
"I swear I'll never diss women drivers again."
...
