Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

She opened her mouth and was about to speak when the man paused and his voice hesitated: "Shen... Nuo?"

Shen Nuo nodded: "It's me."

The hand tightly clasped around his throat suddenly loosened as if it had been burned.

The next second, Shen Nuo felt a weight on her body, and the man behind her fainted on top of her.

He was a tall man of nearly 1.9 meters standing straight on Shen Nuo. Shen Nuo staggered a step, reacted very quickly and put his hand against the door, steadying his steps. This way he avoided a fierce fight with the beloved Mother Earth. A loving touch.

"Hey!" She used all her strength to hold the door, her hands and feet trembling: "Yan Moyu, get up!"

The man's hot breath sprayed on her neck, and he was obviously unconscious.

Shen Nuo wanted to walk away and let him fall to the ground directly, but he had been helping her cover up her traces this time, and she couldn't be so immoral.

After thinking for a moment, she turned around with difficulty, supported his body with her hands, looked at his handsome face that was burning red, frowned slightly, glanced around, and found that this seemed to be an ancestral hall.

Why does it seem?

Because the entire ancestral hall is brightly lit with candles and filled with cigarette smoke, there is only a dark red tablet in the middle. There is no word on the tablet, it is just a blank tablet.

There were no blankets, sofas or beds around, only three worship mats on the ground.

Shen Nuo's eyes paused on that tablet, then moved away, glanced at the man in his arms, slowly put him down on the ground, then walked over and placed the prayer mat on Yan Moyu's head, holding his hands After touching it on his forehead, the temperature was astonishing. It was a bit hot to the touch. It had to be at least thirty-nine degrees.

"Yan Moyu, wake up," Shen Nuo patted his face, trying to wake him up: "I'll leave if you don't wake up."

There was silence, Shen Nuo stood up: "I'm really leaving."

After Shen Nuo finished speaking, he looked down at him, turned around and left.

However, in less than a minute, she came back again, holding a quilt and a wet towel in her hands. The quilt covered him directly, turning his body and wrapping him in the quilt, and then put the towel on on his forehead.

She moved a worship mat over and sat on the ground, staring at his face, thoughtfully.

My mother once said that she once had a magnificent aunt named Guo Xia. She was a famous oil painter who participated in the restoration of murals in Dunhuang, China. She was also a famous interior decorator, environmental designer, and author. An honorary professor at a famous fine arts university, her reputation as a talented woman is well-known at home and abroad.

But later, Guo Xia suddenly disappeared. The Guo family tried their best to search for her, but there was still no news, so they had to give up in the end.

Moving forward in life is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. The torrent of society is rushing by. Who can stand forever under the halo and be immortal?

Gradually, Guo Xia faded out of people's sight, and only a handful of people couldn't help but sigh when they saw the works she left behind.

Pity.

No one knew that during the years when Guo Xia suddenly disappeared, he was imprisoned by Yan Ti.

Later, Guo Xia escaped and lived a short happy life with his lover, but fell into the clutches of Yan Ti again.

This time, Yan Ti directly destroyed all her expectations for life. The woman who was driven crazy could not escape despair in the end and jumped to escape from this heartbreaking world.

Shen Nuo did not expect that when she was a child, her mother gently pointed to the beautiful and cold woman in the photo album. The woman her mother told her to remember would be the woman that Yan Ti had been obsessed with all his life but could not love. Yan Moyu's Mother is also the most popular lady among the people.

Madam Shit!

Just a robber!

Guo Xia would probably be disgusted when he heard this title in Tianzhiling.

For Guo Xia, this is probably more of a shame.

But what kind of feelings does she have towards Yan Moyu?

Does Yan Moyu really hate Guo Xia's abandonment as seen by outsiders?

Shen Nuo didn't quite believe it.

Time passed minute by minute, the hands pointed to six o'clock, the sun set, and night fell. Just as Shen Nuo was about to get up and leave, Yan Moyu slowly opened his eyes.

Shen Nuo made a move, sat down again, hugged his legs and stared at him: "You're awake."

Yan Moyu opened the quilt wrapped around himself, sat up from the ground with his forehead in his hands, and shook his head heavily.

"Why are you here?"

"I was imprisoned."

"why?"

"Your father asked me to perform oil painting for him, but I refused." Shen Nuo said calmly.

Yan Moyu paused slightly, put down the hand that was supporting his forehead, slowly raised his head and looked at her.

"He asked you to paint oil paintings?"

Shen Nuo nodded.

Yan Moyu smiled coldly, his voice full of sarcasm: "Pretentious!"

Shen Nuo was confused and pointed at himself: "Are you talking about me?"

Yan Moyu choked and was speechless: "No."

"Oh," Shen Nuo nodded and said nonchalantly, "I thought you were talking about me."

Yan Moyu had no choice but to say, "Don't take your seat casually."

Shen Nuo raised his eyebrows slightly: "You seem to be different from usual."

"There is no surveillance here, and no one is watching." Yan Moyu looked calm.

Shen Nuo realized.

So he can be free to be himself.

"This mourning hall..."

Shen Nuo glanced around, but before she finished speaking, Yan Moyu knew what she wanted to ask.

"My mother's."

Shen Nuo understood. It seemed that she had guessed well. Her eyes paused on his pale face: "Why are you locked up here?"

"Every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, he would throw me into the sea first, then pick me up and imprison me here. He said that my mother loved me the most during her lifetime. I should spend more time with him. I usually stay here for three days. After three days, , I can go out."

Shen Nuo frowned: "Beast!"

Even his own son could be so cruel.

Yan Moyu smiled: "Don't insult the word beast, he is not worthy."

"Why are you telling me this? Aren't you afraid that I will say it out?" Shen Nuo looked at him with a deep look.

"Once I tell Yan Ti what you said today, do you think he will let you go?"

"you will not."

"Are you so sure?"

"I'm sure," Yan Moyu smiled, "because you are my sister."

Shen Nuo thought he was talking about his cousin and didn't care. He just said, "Don't you hate your mother?"

Yan Moyu was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and said softly: "I don't hate you."

Shen Nuo looked at him speechlessly.

For a while, neither of them spoke, until a cold wind began to blow outside and Yan Moyu couldn't help coughing lightly, and Shen Nuo looked away, stood up and closed the door.

It was already dark outside, and there was nothing that could illuminate the hall except candlelight.