Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Shen Nuo had been guarding the ancestral hall for several days in a row, her body and mind were tense and tired. Today, her mood was ups and downs. After being taken back to the room by Qin Siyu and lying on the bed for a while, she fell asleep without knowing it, but she frowned slightly. He frowned, as if he had trouble sleeping.

Qin Siyu sat on the bed and looked at her for a long time, then stretched out his hand to gently smooth the wrinkles between her eyebrows. After her eyebrows relaxed, his eyes softened involuntarily, and the love in his eyes was beyond words.

The hand gently crossed her eyebrows, cheeks, and finally her delicate neck. He paused for a moment, and his dark eyes deepened.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the bedside table lit up. As if waking up from a dream, he slowly retracted his hand, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and walked out.

Shen Nuo was clueless on the bed and was sleeping soundly.

Qin Siyu answered the phone in the corridor.

As soon as the call was connected, the person on the other side didn't speak for a while. Qin Siyu was unusually patient and kept spending time with the person on the other side.

Ten seconds later, a cold voice came from the other side: "Qin Siyu, you are a lunatic!"

"Sir, if you are calling me to tell me this, then I will not accompany you."

The breathing on the other side seemed to sink: "If you do this, aren't you afraid that the Qin family will become the second Mo family in North America?"

Qin Siyu's expression remained unchanged: "If you want to give it a try, the Qin family will accompany you to the end."

After a long silence, a low and cold voice came from the other side: "Does the Qin family want to destroy China?"

"No," Qin Siyu said, "The person who wants to destroy China is your Excellency, not me."

"Your Excellency, there was a saying in Shang Yang's reform that the emperor who breaks the law is guilty of the same crime as the common people. This sentence is also applicable to today's Chinese laws. Her Royal Highness the Princess is the mastermind of shooting my lover, but she is still at large. Your Excellency , don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

In the President's Office, Yan Zhenyao sat behind his desk, playing the loudspeaker on his mobile phone, and looked at the other two people in the office.

A beautiful woman turned pale when she heard this, her eyes filled with disbelief, while another woman who looked to be in her forties frowned.

"Shen Nuo is just a divorced woman, how can she compare to my sweetheart."

Her voice reached Qin Siyu's ears, and his face turned cold: "Your Excellency, it seems we don't need to talk anymore."

"Qin Siyu..."

"Dududu..."

The sound of the phone hanging up rang in the huge office, and Yan Zhenyao looked at the woman who looked to be in her forties with an expressionless face.

"Mrs. Song, since Qin Siyu left the Presidential Palace last week, the circulation of drugs and guns at the border has begun to increase. Until today, more than ten major drug dealers have been arrested in the imperial capital. You are angry with him now because you want to make the entire Will the Chinese government bury your precious daughter with you?"

"He is just the head of a wealthy family, and you are the president of a country. Why is he so arrogant!"

"Because he is the Qin family! Because he is the Qin Siyu!" Yan Zhenyao said word for word: "How many Qin family members are stationed on the border of China, and how many Qin family members died on the border, I'm afraid you can't even count them. Song Dynasty Madam, once all the Qin family members evacuate the border and defect to China, can you afford this responsibility?"

Mrs. Song also turned pale: "Qin Siyu doesn't dare..."

Yan Zhenyao sneered: "Mother, you may have forgotten the Third Young Master Qin."

The Qin family back then was not as prosperous as it is today. It took so many years for China to recover from what Qin Chen broke.

Qin Siyu seems to be less emotional than Qin Chen, but when he goes crazy, he is scarier than Qin Chen.

Mrs. Song turned pale and held the armrest of the sofa tightly: "Song Ya is also the adopted daughter of the Song family after all. I am still Song Ya's nominal sister, and Jiao'er is also his nominal cousin. He will not give up for a mere woman. These feelings.”

Yan Zhenyao was very calm: "Then I'll bother my mother to negotiate with him. China can't bear the trouble."

Mrs. Song narrowed her eyes: "Zhenyao, Jiao'er is your biological sister. What do you mean by that? Are you not going to care about your sister?"

"Mother," Yan Zhenyao's expression did not change at all: "If you want me to step down from this position, I will take care of it."

Mrs. Song's face changed slightly, and her expression changed. Finally, she didn't know what she thought of, and snorted coldly: "You don't have to worry about your sister's affairs. I have my own way."

After saying that, she turned to look at Yan Jiao: "Jiao'er, let's go!"

Yan Jiao bit her lip, glanced at Yan Zhenyao unwillingly, and pushed Mrs. Song to leave.

When she arrived outside the presidential palace, Yan Jiao finally couldn't help but speak, her voice full of grievance: "Mom, how could my brother do this? Does he really not care about me?"

"Okay!" Mrs. Song said coldly.

Yan Jiao was stunned, tears overflowing from her eyes: "Mom, are you yelling at me?"

Mrs. Song paused, turned to look at her, and sighed when she saw her face was pale and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Jiao'er, some things are not as simple as you think, but don't worry, mom won't let anything happen to you."

"Well," Yan Jiao sniffed and said aggrievedly, "But Brother Siyu..."

Mrs. Song narrowed her eyes: "As long as I'm here, no one can take your man away!"

Yan Jiao smiled happily, bent down and hugged Mrs. Song, nuzzling her neck like a baby: "I knew you were the best, Mom!"

Mrs. Song looked doting on her face and raised her hand to touch her head: "You always cause trouble for me."

"Hehe," Yan Jiao said in a sweet voice, "Who makes me mommy's best baby?"

Mrs. Song laughed: "You are the only one who is poor. It's getting late. Let's go see someone first."

Yan Jiao's eyes flashed, but her voice was very obedient: "Okay."

Standing up, a hint of coldness flashed across Yan Jiao's eyes, and soon disappeared. A warm and soft smile appeared in her eyes, with an innocent look on her face.

In the President's Office, after Mrs. Song and Yan Jiao left, the cold-faced Yan Zhenyao regained his composure, so calm that no one could see the anger just now.

Presidential Secretary-General Hua Zhe'an walked in: "Your Excellency, as you expected, Ms. Song and Her Royal Highness the Princess are preparing to go to the Song family. What should we do next?"

"Don't do anything." Yan Zhenyao signed the last note on the document, then raised his eyes and looked at Hua Zhe'an: "Someone will do it for us, let's get out."

Hua Zhe'an lowered his head and saluted: "Yes, Your Excellency."

As soon as Hua Zhe'an walked to the door, Yan Zhenyao said again: "Wait!"

Hua Zhe'an paused and turned to look at Yan Zhenyao: "What are your orders?"

Yan Zhenyao's eyes were deep, as if looking at someone through the air.

Hua Zhe'an stood quietly, not daring to disturb him.

After a long time, the man's low voice said: "Have you received a reply from her?"