After the rebirth, I divorced the scumbag

Xia Zimu didn't know how to continue to comfort her, and gradually fell silent.

After a while, Han Xi's breathing gradually stabilized.

Xia Zimu thought she was asleep, so he raised his arms to hug her and was about to fall asleep, when Han Xi suddenly said, "Mumu, your breasts have grown so big now."

"Softy."

Saying so, Han Xi rubbed against her arms.

Xia Zimu couldn't laugh or cry.

This girl is really bad at learning.

They almost caught up with Bai Yiyi.

She pulled Han Xi out of her arms, and lightly said, "Sleep, stop making trouble."

Han Xi let out a "hmm", got into her arms again, and fell asleep with her arms around her.

The next day, Han Xi was bored in the room and couldn't come out. Xia Zimu was worried that she would be bored, so he dragged her to the garden, brought her an easel, and asked someone to prepare tools for her to draw portraits for her.

Han Xi was the most focused when painting, and soon she temporarily forgot about other things and devoted herself to painting.

Xia Zimu sat in the rattan chair for two hours, his butt was about to hurt from sitting, and Han Xi's portrait was only completed.

After finishing one painting, Han Xi asked her to sit down and draw another one, but Xia Zimu immediately refused.

Han Xi had no choice but to hug the sleeping Gouzi onto the rattan chair and draw Gouzi.

Xia Zimu watched her draw for a while, when Wang Ma suddenly came over with her mobile phone, "Madam, sir just called you."

Xia Zimu thanked him, but the phone returned a call to Lu Jinghao.

"what happened?"

"I just asked Jiang Ximian to find Qin Mutian."

Hearing that it was related to Qin Mutian, Xia Zimu glanced at Han Xi, walked a little further, and asked, "Then?"

Lu Jinghao's voice was slightly strained, "Qin Mutian disappeared."

"You mean someone killed Qin Mutianxia before you?" Xia Zimu found it inconceivable, "Is it Mr. Feng's?"

Ever since he found Han Xi, Feng Quanmin has been fighting against the Qin family.

However, the power of the Feng family is mainly in country H. Although he wished that everyone in the Qin family could be buried with Han Xi's past, it was beyond his reach.

"No, it's from the Que family."

Hearing this surname, Xia Zimu was slightly taken aback, "Que Nanqing?"

Lu Jinghao let out a "hmm", sensing that her tone was wrong, and asked, "Do you know him?"

"He is the family next door to us." Xia Zimu searched in his memory, and there seems to be no famous family with the surname Que in Yucheng, "What is the origin of this Que Nanqing?

"There doesn't seem to be such a person in the business district of Yucheng."

Lu Jinghao's voice was low and slow: "The Que family is not in business, but in politics."

Xia Zimu was slightly startled, "The Que family in the imperial capital?"

Lu Jinghao: "Yes. Que Nanqing is Mr. Que's youngest son. Although he has no son to inherit his father's business, he is still the young prince of the Que family.

"Qin Mutian provoked him, I'm afraid it will be troublesome."

Xia Zimu was still a little dazed, "This Que Nanqing looks harmless to humans and animals, but I didn't expect that she is also a protectionist."

Lu Jinghao asked: "Do you know about the grievances between Que Nanqing and Qin Mutian?"

"He was the one who sent Han Xi home yesterday."

After listening to her words, Lu Jinghao understood what she meant.

He warned: "His family relationship is much more complicated than that of ordinary people. You'd better not let Han Xi get too close to him."

Xia Zimu was about to respond, when he saw the man suddenly appearing beside Han Xi, he paused and said, "I can't seem to stop anything."

Lu Jinghao: "?"

"Que Nanqing has entered our yard."

Han Xi was halfway through the painting when Sam suddenly woke up and jumped off the wicker chair.

She got up to catch the dog, and as soon as she turned she ran into a man.

She staggered back a few steps, and the man was about to reach out to pull her, but she was one step ahead of him, waving her hand in the air, and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

The collar of the white shirt was pulled open, and a few buttons were undone, revealing the man's handsome collarbone and half of his cold white and hard skin.

Han Xi stabilized his body, saw the other party's neckline being ripped open, let go of his hand like an electric shock, and looked away in embarrassment, "The quality of your shirt is not very good."

She heard him laugh, his voice was low, as if it came from deep in his throat, with a slight vibration.

"really."

For some reason, Han Xi felt more embarrassed in his heart.

She moved a few steps to the side and said, "I will pay for your clothes."

Que Nanqing immediately agreed: "Okay, you can send it to me tomorrow."

Han Xi: "..."

Don't you pretend to be polite?

She turned her head to look at him, and bumped into his deep eyebrows.

He had been staring at her just now.

Realizing this, Han Xi felt like he had nothing to hide.

In front of him, it seems that all small emotions will be noticed.

She changed the subject: "Are you here to find Mumu?"

"Looking for you."

"Ok?"

Summer passed between the two of them. Que Nanqing looked down at Gouzi and asked Han Xi, "Do you need a model? I'm free."

Han Xi was successfully distracted and nodded.

Compared with dogs, it still prefers to draw portraits.

Que Nanqing asked, "Are you sitting on that wicker chair?"

"correct."

Que Nanqing walked to the rattan chair and sat down on it.

Han Xi returned to the easel, picked up a pen, and carefully examined his facial features.

I have to say that Que Nanqing was really good-looking.

His skin was as white as a girl's, and he was tall and well-boned.

White shirt and black trousers, dressed in a bookish style, with a clear and cold demeanor, abstinent and easy-going.

Being stared at by her like this, Que Nanqing didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Han Xi, however, felt a little hot in his heart.

Xia Zimu watched the invisible ambiguity flowing between the two not far away, and didn't step forward to disturb them.

Que Nanqing knew about Han Xi's past, but she didn't stay away from her because of it, and even secretly helped her solve Qin Mutian's big trouble.

Although Que Nanqing's family background may be a little complicated, but only in this way can he be able to protect Han Xi.

Compared with other men, he may be the most suitable for Han Xi.

Samo ran to Xia Zimu's side and rubbed her feet, and was about to go to Han Xi's side to post.

Xia Zimu hooked the dog back with his foot, and made a quiet gesture to it.

The dog has been trained and understands what the owner means, so he lies down at her feet, sticks out his tongue and wags his tail, very obedient.

It takes a long time to draw a picture, Xia Zimu was a little tired after standing for a long time, so he took Samo back to the house to rest.

Today the sun is a little big, so the two moved to the nearby tree.

Han Xi didn't finish a painting and it was already noon.

Wang Ma came over and asked the two of them to go in for dinner. Han Xi nodded, put down the last bit of tune, and then put down his pen.

She was about to call Que Nanqing to take a look, when she raised her head, she saw that Que Nanqing had walked to his side at some point, bending down to look at the content on her drawing.

He was very close to her, and the material of the shirt on his arm rubbed against her shoulder as if indistinctly, carrying the refreshing and pleasant scent of detergent on his body.

The wind blows, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the light is brighter.

Han Xi felt inexplicably that his heart stopped beating suddenly.