Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Qin Siyu looked at her childish behavior, slightly hooked up the corners of his lips, and walked towards her with a long step.

"Who made Nuo'er, who has such a good temper in our family, angry?"

Shen Nuo said angrily: "None of your business!"

Qin Siyu said calmly: "It is the boyfriend's duty to relieve his girlfriend's worries."

Shen Nuo tugged at his lips: "You are quite enlightened."

"How else can I tie you up?"

Shen Nuo ignored his teasing and leaned against the peach tree, calming down.

After venting, I feel much better.

Take it as it comes, and the fact that Shen Rui can quietly launch such a big bomb shows that he is very capable. Her worries will not help, but will only increase his burden.

Perhaps for Shen Rui, she is the biggest burden.

Shen Nuo lowered his eyes, his expression was a little obscure, and he exuded a feeling of loneliness.

"Nuo'er." Qin Siyu spoke slowly at this time.

Shen Nuo replied absentmindedly: "What for?"

"The trees are dirty."

Shen Nuo was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing. He stood up straight from the peach tree, turned his head and looked behind him, and sure enough, he saw a little bit of mud on his coat.

It was still drizzling yesterday, and the tree trunks looked dry on the surface, but they were still wet in the cracks. She looked absent-mindedly just now, and most of her clothes were wet.

Although she didn't have any mysophobia, she always felt uncomfortable when her clothes were dirty and wet. Shen Nuo frowned and took off her coat, then gently patted the dirt on her coat.

Feeling suddenly warm, Shen Nuo looked up and saw the man's retracted hand.

Shen Nuo looked at the black coat on his body and raised his hand to take it off, but was stopped by the man: "Put it on, don't catch a cold."

Shen Nuo still took off the clothes and handed them to him: "Have you not drank enough Chinese medicine?"

Qin Siyu didn't take the clothes and said with a calm expression: "If Zheng Xiujie didn't bring me the medicine, he could go directly to see the King of Hell."

Zheng Xiujie, who was wandering around in the mountains, suddenly sneezed: "Ah!"

He looked up at the sky: "Which grandson is scolding me?"

If Qin Siyu heard this, he might actually go to see the King of Hell.

Shen Nuo was speechless listening to Qin Siyu's words, and without talking nonsense to him, she put the clothes back on his body.

"You are just a weak sister Qin now. I advise you to be honest, don't always seek death, and don't think what I said before was a joke. If you die, I will definitely look for a puppy non-stop."

Qin Siyu was not so angry after hearing this. He was used to being angry. He stood there obediently and let her put on his clothes, then buttoned them up and took off the belt of the coat. Fasten.

She patted his chest one last time: "Did you hear that?"

Qin Siyu's eyes were smiling: "I heard it."

He put his arm around her shoulders and took her directly into the house: "Go back and change clothes."

Shen Nuo wanted to struggle, but he was as strong as an ox, and she couldn't break him off. She looked at him with an unkind expression: "Are you really just recovering from a serious illness? You're not pretending, are you?"

Qin Siyu pinched her face: "Nuo'er, don't underestimate your man. Even if he is ill, he is more than enough to trap you."

Shen Nuo patted his hand: "Stop moving your hands and feet!"

Qin Siyu's face was full of doting: "Okay, I will listen to you."

Shen Nuo felt uncomfortable. Seeing his talkative look, she narrowed her eyes and said, "It's not impossible for me to go back and change clothes. You can take the clothes I changed and wash them by hand."

The last two words were bitten hard by her.

Qin Siyu paused for a moment, then his expression remained unchanged: "Okay."

Shen Nuo looked suspicious, but Qin Siyu took her back to the room without explaining.

So, when Qin Chen and the others came back, they saw a tall and straight figure squatting in the yard, changing clothes, his movements jerky and clumsy.

Qin Chen: "......"

Song Ya: "......"

She couldn't help but rub her eyes, fearing that she had seen wrongly, but no matter how she looked at that person, he was still her delicate and expensive son.

She was stunned, with a dazed look on her face, and turned to look at the man behind her: "Qin Chen, there seems to be something wrong with my eyes."

Qin Chen's mouth twitched, and he hugged her shoulders speechlessly: "It's not that there's something wrong with your eyes, it's that there's something wrong with your son's brain."

Song Ya refused and glared at him: "You are the only one with a disease in your head! My son is fine!"

Qin Chen: "..." OK, OK, your precious son is the best, but he is still reduced to washing clothes for other women.

At this moment, he heard the woman in his arms say with relief: "My son has finally grown up."

Qin Chen: "......"

This time, he held back his words to prevent himself from being beaten again.

The more I look at this woman, the more unreasonable she becomes. She can say anything, but he can't. It's so overbearing.

Fortunately, Song Ya didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise she would have had to argue with him.

Who is said to be more unreasonable as he gets older? !

She is always eighteen!

Qin Siyu was not a fool, so he naturally did not miss those two scorching gazes. He slowly wrung out the water from the clothes in his hands and hung them to dry in the yard. Then he slowly turned to look at them, his thin lips Wei Kai: "Dad, Mom, have you seen enough?"

Song Ya was a little embarrassed, but Qin Chen said: "Not yet, how about you wash it for a while longer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp pain in his waist. Qin Chen's face twisted and he almost cried out in pain.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman beside him. Song Ya grabbed the soft flesh around his waist, smiling softly but not smiling: "Your father means you have worked hard, are you right? Achen?"

Does Qin Chen dare to say it's wrong? He didn't dare. He also had an extra claw on his waist, and he would serve violently if he was not careful.

The corner of his mouth twitched: "Your mother is right."

Qin Siyu glanced at his waist and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Dad," he said, "washing clothes is not very hard. If you don't believe it, just help mom wash it tonight and you will know."

After saying that, Qin Siyu looked at Song Ya: "Mom, I'm going to find Nuo'er first."

"Okay, okay, go ahead, go ahead. Now is the time when Nuo'er needs someone to accompany her. Please keep her company."

"Ah."

After Qin Siyu finished speaking, Shi Shiran left, leaving Qin Chen standing there with a dark look on his face.

What a cheating brat!

"Qin Chen," Song Ya's faint voice came: "You haven't washed my clothes by hand yet."

Qin Chen: "......"

So, when Zheng Xiujie came back in the afternoon, he saw a strange sight. The third young master Qin, who had a bad temper, was actually washing clothes in the yard silently like a little daughter-in-law.

Hand wash.

His world view collapsed at that time.

Having grown up listening to his heroic deeds, no one knows how bad-tempered he was when he was young.

If others knew that Qin Sanshao, who had his own way of doing things and was all-powerful, could wash clothes obediently by hand, I wonder if his worldview would collapse like him.

Of course, he didn't see Qin Siyu muffledly rubbing his clothes at noon, otherwise his worldview would collapse again.