Tie your husband's pants with a belt.

  At these words, Luo Shaofeng's expression remained unchanged. His long eyelashes were fixed on her.

  "Sir, your oil painting has been settled." Qiao Yunxue reminded, "There are customers waiting behind you."

  "Not finished yet." With a faint tone, Luo Shaofan casually pulled down a stack of small oil paintings from the counter, "I want all of these. Pack them separately."

  For a moment, Qiao Yunxue quickly swept Luo Shaofan with a glance - the corner of her mouth curled up with a hint of ridicule.

  "If you love me, why won't you suffer a little for me?" His voice was light as Luo Shaofan's long arm pressed down on the small oil painting.

  The faint sadness that had been lingering in her heart suddenly made her want to laugh...

  Qiao Yunxue really smiled and let him press the oil painting. Today was her day off, it didn't matter. Luo Jia's young master made a fortune every day, wasting his time wasn't worth it.

  "Cloud and snow..." Xia Xinqin worriedly looked at her daughter, "I'll go."

  "It doesn't matter." She smiled lightly, and the sunlight made her face radiant. "Every customer is our god, I will serve well."

  Luo Shaofan suddenly pressed down on her arm, his voice low and husky: "Why are you so silly, getting your face sunburned like that?"

  It sounds like he's really concerned about her. A man who has been married for a year and has a son who is almost one year old, yet comes to ask his ex-girlfriend why she doesn't take good care of her face, Qiao Yunxue's lips curl up higher and higher, and she can't help but want to laugh.

  She rolled up the small oil painting and said bluntly, "Sir, we don't have such a small packaging tool. These oil paintings cannot be packaged. Please go to another gallery to buy them. Thank you for your cooperation!"

  He stared at her, speechless and unmoving. The usual radiant complexion of his handsome face turned pale.

  Qiao Yunxue smiled, she was calm, but he became flustered instead. The man with the long sleeves that danced well had a look of disappointment in his eyes.

  She never thought that the proud and arrogant Luo Da Shao would appear so disheartened.

  He was probably disappointed because - leaving him, she didn't seem as desperate as he had expected. He felt unbalanced in his heart.

  A red Ferrari stopped outside the glass door, and Qiao Yunxue's smile grew wider - his woman had arrived.

  What a coincidence!

  A beautiful young woman burst out of the car, angrily rushing into the sunset gallery. But as soon as she saw the man inside, her furious face suddenly broke into a smile.

  "Husband, how did you get here?" With infinite tenderness and affection, Su Qinglan gently placed her son in Luo Shaobai's arms, "Husband, the baby misses his father!"

  At the moment he took over the child, Luo Shaofan's expression eased a bit, and even the oil painting that had already been paid for was forgotten. He hugged his son and walked out, opened the car door and got in.

  Qiao Yun let out a quiet sigh of relief. After being expelled for a year, she had become more calm, but it was clear that it wasn't enough to make her forget the events of the past eight years.

  Heart, occasionally sharp pain.

  Su Qinglan glared over, her voice low and urgent as she pointed at Qiao Yunxue: "I know women can't bear to part with their first love. You can't bear to part with Shao Fan, but you're already married, so don't come and flirt with him, okay? Shao Fan and I are a loving couple. You're ruining my marriage with Shao Fan. Do you want to be a mistress even though you're a high-flying career woman?"

  Qiao Yunxue calmly said: "This is my family's gallery. Do I need to call the police?"

  "You..." Su Qinglan was about to leave, turning around and walking away.

  Qiao Yunxue said sincerely: "A man who has cheated once, 80% will have a second time. Luo Shao's wife might as well tie her husband's belt tightly, and everyone will be safe."