Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

"Warm the bed." He opened his thin lips slightly and uttered these two words.

Shen Nuo was slightly speechless: "The dignified eldest young master of the Qin family has come to serve as a bed warmer for a weak woman. Do you want your face?"

"It's not the first time." Qin Siyu looked calm.

"Then can't you pick up your face a little bit?" Shen Nuo suggested sincerely: "After all, it would be a pity to lose such a good face."

"It's not a pity," Qin Siyu smiled and said, "Here it is for you."

Shen Nuo: “…………”

Knowing that he couldn't drive people away, Shen Nuo didn't force him and just sat in front of the dressing table drying his hair casually.

The man got out of bed at some point and stood behind her. His long, white and slender hands grabbed her wrist.

The next moment, before she could ask, he took the towel from her hand and gently covered her head.

She was slightly stunned, and through the mirror, she saw the man's beautiful hands holding a towel, gently wiping her hair.

She doesn't like to use a hair dryer when washing her hair. Sometimes if she can't dry it with a towel, she might fall asleep while it's wet.

The old marriage memories popped up in his mind, and Shen Nuo suddenly thought of that night in the dead of night.

She was so tired that day that she lay on the bed and fell asleep before her hair was dried after taking a shower.

He found out when he came back and scolded her.

Ever since they got married, except for sex matters, he had always treated her with respect. That was the first time he got angry with her.

At that time, she was sleeping in a daze, but he pulled her up from the bed and scolded her, making her completely confused.

Facing his ice-cold phoenix eyes, she said blankly: "You're back."

The man's anger seemed to be extinguished in an instant, but he still turned around and walked away with a cold face.

Then before she fully woke up, the man appeared again, holding a large towel in his hand, which was warm and fluffy and extremely absorbent.

He sat behind her and put the big towel directly on her head. His movements were extremely jerky, as if it was the first time he was wiping someone's hair.

She had several strands of her hair pulled out by him, but she didn't say a word. It wasn't until he rubbed it and gradually became proficient at it that she began to get better.

She was already sleepy, but his rubbing was so comfortable that she fell asleep again, and finally fell asleep directly in his arms.

She didn't know what happened afterwards.

Then when she woke up the next morning, she got a serving of Shiquan Dabu Decoction. At that time, she was completely stupid.

Thinking of this, Shen Nuo suddenly raised his hand and held Qin Siyu's wrist.

Qin Siyu paused slightly and raised his eyes to look at her through the mirror.

Shen Nuo looked at him through the mirror, suddenly smiled, and looked up at him.

"Qin Siyu," she said, "I want to eat your cooking tomorrow."

Qin Siyu was slightly startled, looked down at her, his throat rolled slightly: "Okay."

"Your hair is almost dry, go to bed."

Qin Siyu came to his senses instantly: "No!"

Shen Nuo: "......"

She was a little unhappy, Qin Siyu pursed his lips, as if to explain: "If your hair is not dry, you will get sick easily."

Shen Nuo was not an unreasonable person, but the whole day was really depressing, especially the loss of her parents' ashes was like two huge mountains, weighing her down. She just wanted to have a good sleep and calm down. .

She looked at her waist-length hair and suddenly felt sulky.

"I'm going to get my hair cut!"

Qin Siyu paused slightly, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes.

His hand holding the towel tightened: "Are you sleepy?"

Shen Nuo leaned on the chair and closed his eyes.

"Ah."

The next moment, Shen Nuo found that the man had picked her up.

She was stunned for a moment and then came to her senses: "What are you doing?"

The man didn't say anything, he just put her on the bed, sat behind her and let her lean against her.

The scene he recalled just now was completely repeated, and Shen Nuo was stunned.

The man once again covered her head with a towel and coaxed her in a low voice. His phoenix eyes, which used to be indifferent and cold, were now filled with endless tenderness and pampering.

"Go to sleep." He said.

Shen Nuo was stunned for a long time, various thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally returned to calm.

She relaxed her body, leaned against his chest, and slowly closed her eyes.

The man's movements were gentle, and the breath on his body was clean and elegant. The faint fragrance lingered in her nose, and she slowly closed her eyes.

The night is silent, the rain hits the leaves, and the silent winter night that moistens things lacks the vitality of the spring rain and adds a touch of cold chill.

As if this warm scene formed a spring rainy picture of its own, outside the houses and on the streets, the atmosphere in Rome became more depressing and tense than before, as if it was on the verge of breaking out, making people tremble with fear.

In a mansion full of antique flavor, the door was knocked late at night with a hint of urgency.

The guard on duty heard the sound and opened the door: "Who are you looking for?"

The visitor looked anxious: "Hello, I have something urgent to do with Mr. Si. Please let me know."

"Young Master Si has already rested. If you have any questions, please come back tomorrow."

The guard wanted to close the door as he spoke, but the person who came quickly blocked it with his body: "Wait a minute, His Excellency the President asked me to come. He really has something urgent and wants to discuss it with Mr. Si!"

When the guard heard him mentioning the President, his expression did not change and he just said: "Wait a moment."

The visitor thought he had agreed, so he breathed a sigh of relief and waited patiently outside the door.

After an unknown amount of time, the guard appeared again with an envelope in his hand.

"Young Master Si told me before taking a break that if the President sends someone to come to him, let me hand this to the person and ask him to take this letter back to the President's Cabinet and give it to you. Please keep it."

The visitor took it reflexively and was stunned for a long time before he realized: "Master Si, why..."

The guard smiled quietly, but the visitor suddenly stopped and did not dare to say more.

He said: "Excuse me."

"Fortunately."

The visitor quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The guard closed the door and returned to the hall.

In the hall, a man was wearing a sky blue pajamas, with his hands folded across his chest and his long legs crossed, sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and meditating.

"Master Si," the guard stood in front of him respectfully: "The letter has been given."

Si Yimo slowly opened his eyes, a pair of purple glass beads shining under the light, reflecting beautiful light.

"Who's coming?" He opened his thin lips and asked.

"Lord Greenway's personal bodyguard."

"Where's the person behind you?"

It turned out that in addition to the people negotiating with the guards, there were other people behind him.

"The night was too dark to see clearly, but I saw a person who looked like a young master from the Rossi family."

This is not surprising.

Si Yimo hooked his lips: "You go down first."

"Yes."

The guard bowed respectfully, turned around and went down.