Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Qin Siyu didn't speak for a while, his eyebrows were lowered, and his fingertips tapped the back of his hand, as if he was hesitating.

The surroundings were quiet, and Shen Nuo, who knew Qin Siyu, was inexplicably panicked. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Siyu's wrist.

"Tell me clearly what you mean!"

It has nothing to do with his possessiveness. He said he would set her free, so he would never break his promise openly!

But what else does she care about now?

"Xia Xia, did something happen to Xia Xia?"

Thinking of Xia Qing, who could not be contacted for several months, Shen Nuo held Qin Siyu's hand tighter and tighter. She gritted her teeth: "Qin Siyu, speak!"

The moment she grabbed his hand, Qin Siyu was stunned for a moment, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily. Unfortunately, Shen Nuo, who was concerned but confused, did not notice it.

Maybe even if she noticed, she wouldn't care.

What does he have to do with her.

Qin Siyu's eyes fell on the place where the two people touched. His eyelashes were raised, his dark eyes were calm, and his thin lips were slightly opened: "No."

As for Xia Qing, that heartless woman, this silly woman in front of her treated her like a little white rabbit.

Unfortunately, Shen Nuo didn't believe him: "Then tell me, where is Xia Xia?"

Qin Siyu smiled half-heartedly: "Nono, if I understand correctly, are you using me to find Xia Qing's whereabouts for you?"

Shen Nuo was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes: "What if I say yes?"

"I'll help you." He didn't hesitate.

"Are you sure?" Shen Nuo asked back, with a cold face: "What if I said that even if you help me, I won't promise you anything?"

"Okay." The cold voice was soft but tough, different from the man's previous indifference and ruthlessness.

Shen Nuo stared into his eyes closely, trying to find any trace of lying in them, but she found nothing.

Shen Nuo slowly let go of his hand, turned his head to the side, and slowly closed his eyes.

"You go, I'm tired."

This is an obvious eviction order.

The warm body temperature of her body was still present on his hand. At this moment, it was exposed to the air. There was no wind, but it was chilling to the bone for no reason.

His other hand touched the wrist she just held, trying to keep something.

Hearing her words, he didn't dare to stay any longer and just said in a low voice: "Okay."

He stood up and was about to turn around and leave, but the moment he stepped out of the door, he stopped and couldn't help but look back, looking at the woman's indifferent expression with her eyes still closed.

He pursed his lips: "When you get better, I will let you know everything."

After saying that, he walked away and closed the door.

There was a soft "click" and the door was closed. The air seemed to pause for a moment, but then circulated again the next second.

Shen Nuo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the empty room. His beautiful face seemed to be filled with confusion and his eyes were blank.

After a moment, her eyes returned to calmness and she looked at the scenery outside the window.

The breeze lifts the thin gauze curtain, revealing the slightly bleak autumn light outside the window, as if the truth is about to surface, and the unhappiness and conspiracy buried deep in the darkness.

"Winter is coming soon." She said softly, her words seemed to be carried away silently by the wind.

Xia Qing has always known that there are people from Si Yimo around her. While they are protecting her, they are also monitoring her and not letting her have any chance to leave Rome.

Rome is a city full of dangers but mysterious splendor. The legends of the ancient Roman Empire still circulate in the hearts of every Roman.

Xia Qing does not hate Rome. On the contrary, she likes this ambitious city, but liking it does not mean she will be trapped here and isolated from the world.

She has been looking for a way, but has been missing an opportunity until today, she received a note.

Three days later, northeast of the Colosseum, leave if you want.

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

Who sent this letter?

Si Yimo's manor has always been mysterious and has excellent security. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has an iron wall.

Who could have the ability to avoid all the eyes and ears in the manor and deliver the note to her?

Could it be Si Yimo's smoke bomb again?

Xia Qing frowned, tapped her fingertips on the table, and gradually began to think deeply.

At this moment, the door was opened, and Xia Qing was shocked. She calmly put the note into her pocket and stared at the visitor with a dissatisfied look on her face.

"Are you a ghost? You can't even make a sound when you walk!"

Si Yimo paused slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and there was a hint of speechlessness on his handsome face.

"Did you take any medicine today?"

So angry.

Xia Qing rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "If I take the gunpowder, I will definitely kill you first."

Si Yimo raised his eyebrows, took a long step forward, walked towards the sofa, then lay down gracefully, and said calmly: "If I die, I will definitely take you to be buried with me."

"Being able to have the dignified head of the Si family as my companion, I, Xia Qing, deserve my humble life." Xia Qing played with the tips of her hair with her fingertips, looking nonchalant.

Si Yimo laughed softly, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye seemed to come to life, dispersing the weakness and melancholy, and adding a ray of sunshine.

His eyebrows are curved, like a clean and elegant noble boy.

"It seems that you really want to accompany me life and death." He drew out his voice with a touch of teasing in his words.

Xia Qing snorted lightly: "Yes, I just don't know if Mr. Si dares."

"Of course I don't dare," Si Yimo said lazily, "After all, I am a coward."

Xia Qing: "..."

She turned to look at the man lying elegantly on the sofa. There was nowhere to place his long legs. She could only place one leg casually on the ground, while the other leg was bent up and stepped on the sofa. She put her hands on her head and Face relaxed.

Seeing her looking over, the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Am I right?"

Xia Qing stared at him expressionlessly, then turned his head and said: "I'm sick!"

As she said that, she stood up and left, but the man got up from the sofa at some point. As soon as she took a step, there was a big hand around her waist, holding her tightly.

"I'm sick," he whispered into her ear: "You have medicine."

Xia Qing struggled: "Let go!"

"Aren't Qing'er going to cure me?" He put his chin on her neck and rubbed her gently like a coquettish male vixen.

This made Xia Qing couldn't help but think of the first time she saw him.

At that time, she was desperate, but he suddenly appeared and saved her.

In other words, he was forced to save her.

Behind her was a fat-headed, big-eared, foot-picking man chasing him, and in front of her was a handsome male seductress. Without thinking, she pounced on him and started to bite him.

I still remember that his handsome face turned dark and he looked at her like a dead man.

She didn't care so much and started to take off his clothes. His condition seemed to be wrong. The temperature of his tentacles was higher than hers, which was not like a normal person.