Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

After Qin Siyu returned to Zize Garden from the hospital, Shen Nuo also became busy. He went out early and came back late, and was nowhere to be seen. He was even busier than Qin Siyu.

Qin Siyu's face became darker day by day, and finally on a dark and windy evening, someone came directly to Huayan's office building.

Huayan's headquarters has almost been moved. Autumn is a busy time. Even though it is already time to get off work, there are still many people coming in and out of the office building. Qin Siyu appeared at the company's front desk in a wheelchair, holding a bouquet of flowers, which immediately caused a sensation.

That face, the wheelchair, the flowers... it was impossible not to arouse curiosity when this appearance appeared at the company's front desk.

Many people were first struck by his face, but couldn't help but feel sorry for him when they saw his legs in the wheelchair. Finally, the bouquet of flowers he was holding aroused their curiosity.

Whose object is this?

Whose?

From Shen Nuo's family.

When Shen Nuo knew that Qin Siyu appeared downstairs with flowers, he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

What is he going to do?

Alice looked pleased with herself and said, "Boss Shen, if you don't go down to pick up Young Master Qin, he will become a popular sight."

Shen Nuo's face was dark, and he firmly refused: "You go and pick him up. If he refuses to come up, you send him back."

Alice smiled and said, "Boss Shen, Young Master Qin bought you flowers. Are you really not going?"

"Don't go!"

"Ok."

Alice went down to pick up the person with regret.

After a while, Qin Siyu appeared in Shen Nuo's office.

Shen Nuo was looking at a data report with a frown on his face, and didn't notice his presence until a cold voice came from behind him: "Are you so engrossed?"

Shen Nuo suddenly turned her head and saw the man holding a bouquet of gorgeous roses, looking at her with a cold and indifferent expression... and the report in his hand.

She put down her pen and rubbed her sore brows: "Why are you here?"

A bouquet of flowers was stuffed into his arms, and the man opened his lips slightly: "Look at you."

Shen Nuo glanced at the gorgeous flower in her arms, then looked at the man's pale and handsome face. She paused, then lowered her head and touched the delicate and beautiful petals.

"Why did you think of giving me flowers?"

Qin Siyu lowered her eyes: "Don't you like it?"

There is no girl who doesn't like flowers, it just depends on who sends them.

Shen Nuo did not answer, but lowered her head and smelled the flowers in her arms. The sweet fragrance of the roses wafted faintly, as if to dispel her day's boredom and fatigue and bring her a little sweetness.

The tenderness between his brows overflowed unconsciously, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Shen Nuo's lips, and his clear eyes were filled with a joyful and innocent smile.

After a moment, she placed the flowers on the table, turned around and hugged the man, her whole body relaxing on him.

"Ayu," she said, "I'm so tired."

There was a soft, coquettish tone in her quiet voice, and not answering was better than answering.

Qin Siyu slowly raised his hands and hugged her, his thin lips curled up, and his long eyelashes covered the joy in his phoenix eyes.

He stroked her long hair gently: "Thank you for your hard work."

He knew that this was the ideal she was pursuing and the responsibility she needed to bear. His girl was glowing in her understanding, and he felt distressed, but also supported her.

To love someone is not to cut off her wings and imprison her in a small space, nor is it to impose self-righteous goodness on her and then hysterically say "I am so good to you, why don't you love me."

Love is respect, understanding, support, and it means that I only believe in you among thousands of doubts.

When she complains to you that she is tired while pursuing her dreams, she actually doesn’t need you to do much. A simple “thank you for your hard work” is the greatest comfort.

Many people say that women are a very materialistic species and they only value the value of men.

But no one knows that women’s sensibility is their greatest weakness, and that what women give is the most precious thing in the world that cannot be measured by value.

It is said that men are rational, but who can say that there is no indifference underneath rationality?

Yu Hua once talked about men's oaths: "He will beg you, he will even kneel down, he will slap himself, you must not be soft-hearted, he will swear again and again, men love to swear, their oaths are no different from the barking of dogs, you must not believe them."

But don’t women understand this?

No, they understand, but they need to find a reason to forgive each other, deceiving themselves to maintain the vows and past that no longer exist.

In the end, they were the only ones who got hurt.

Shen Nuo thought that she had finally become one of them.

This gamble is for a lifetime.

The love is walking on the edge of a cliff. The two people move forward calmly. The balance makes them have the happiness they have today. But if one of them turns back, there will be no recovery.

Sometimes love seems to be like this, you do something even though you know it is impossible.

Shen Nuo smelled the cool and elegant fragrance on the man and closed her eyes slightly.

"I thought you would let me rest when I'm tired. You'll support me anyway."

The man raised his eyelashes and smiled: "I am happy to support you, but you have never been unwilling to let me support you."

Shen Nuo buried her face in his neck: "The flowers are beautiful, I like them very much."

Her ability to change the subject was as poor as ever, but he was willing to let her change the subject: "Then I will send it to you every day from now on."

Shen Nuo's face froze: "...That's not necessary."

If she is sent it every day, she won’t have to see anyone anymore.

The man laughed quietly: "Don't worry, next time I'll send it to your home instead of the office."

Shen Nuo pinched the flesh on his neck and whispered in his ear: "Did you do this on purpose today?"

He put his arm around her waist and looked at her sideways: "What do you mean?"

Shen Nuo glanced at the roses on the table: "What do you think?"

He snorted slightly, with a hint of temper: "My girlfriend leaves her disabled boyfriend alone at home every day, but she goes out early and comes back late every day, obsessed with work and unable to extricate herself. We can't even see each other many times. As her legal boyfriend, what can I do? I can only try my best to please her. Otherwise, what if she despises me for being a cripple and kicks me out?"

Shen Nuo choked.

She was very busy these days, but every time she went back home she was pestered by him and couldn't do anything else.

Since she couldn't do any work at home, she could only finish her work before going back.

Who knew that this guy would actually come to the company.

Thinking of the sensation caused by his appearance here, Shen Nuo felt a little headache.

"You keep talking about disability, do you really think your legs are disabled?" Shen Nuo held it in for a long time, then said, "Besides, even if I want to kick you, I will do it openly. Is there any need to be so roundabout?"

Qin Siyujun's face darkened: "So you really have this idea?"

What does it mean to kick openly? He was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

"Not really," Shen Nuo coughed lightly, "You are still quite lovable."

Qin Siyu: "..."

He was silent for a long time and said nothing. He just looked at her with his deep and beautiful eyes, like two cold and dazzling ice obsidian, reflecting bright light under the light.

Shen Nuo gently covered half of his face with his palm, with a hint of smile in his eyes: "Am I wrong?"

He exhaled lightly and lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Just let him be loved, he has no reason to put on airs in front of her anyway.

Although he did not refute and even agreed with her, his delicate eyebrows revealed a hint of helplessness.

Shen Nuo laughed out loud when he saw this, burying his face in his neck and laughing.

Qin Siyu raised her hand and gently pinched her neck: "That's enough, Nuoer."

She kept smiling: "Okay."

There was indeed no time to talk to him all the time, as Shen Nuo still had a lot of data reports to look at.

After lying on him for a while, Shen Nuo stood up.

"Why don't you go back first?"

Qin Siyu shook his head slightly and held her hand: "Accompany you."

Shen Nuo said: "I want to work."

"Well," he responded, "I won't bother you."

Shen Nuo glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned his attention back to the report.

He just stayed by her side quietly, and when she frowned, he would speak up and give her advice in time. Shen Nuo was very smart and understood things immediately, and his work efficiency improved a lot.

During this time, when Alice came in to deliver materials and reports, he would sit quietly beside her, looking down at his phone, saying nothing, like a statue.

Alice was surprised but also felt something inexplicably harmonious. After finishing her report, she left on her own accord.

They were busy until after eight o'clock in the evening, and Shen Nuo finally left the company with him.

The streets are bustling with traffic, colorful neon lights are flashing brightly, and the bustle and prosperity are intertwined to form the current appearance of the ancient capital at night.

Shen Nuo had been looking at documents for the whole day and looked a little tired.

She turned her head and looked at the man beside her: "What did you want to say just now?"

When he left, the man seemed to want to say something, but then he held it back for some reason.

Qin Siyu raised his hand, held her in his arms, and gently rubbed her sore temple.

"Are you hungry?" he asked gently.

Shen Nuo didn't eat much in the afternoon, but he didn't feel hungry, not to mention that he was so tired that he had no appetite.

She shook her head: "Not hungry."

His massage was just right. Shen Nuo closed his eyes in comfort and leaned relaxedly in his arms.

"I'll take a break."

"Ah."

Qin Siyu looked up at the driver in front. Of course the driver heard their conversation. He nodded tactfully, slowed down the car, and drove very steadily.

Relaxed, Shen Nuo fell asleep quickly.

Qin Siyu withdrew his hand, and stared at the sleeping woman in his arms with his phoenix eyes. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and a hint of tenderness flashed across his eyes.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Zize Garden. Qin Siyu looked at his legs, then looked at the woman who was sleeping soundly in his arms. He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes darkened.

No matter how much you plan, you can't predict the current situation.

Qin Siyu closed his eyes, gently stroked the woman's fair cheek with his fingertips, and whispered: "Nuo'er, wake up."

Shen Nuo woke up lightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he quickly opened his eyes.

Meeting the man's dim eyes, her slow brain slowed down for a moment and she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Got home."

Shen Nuo glanced out the window and sat up straight.

"Did I just fall asleep?"

"Ah."

Shen Nuo leaned over and kissed the side of his face: "It was very comfortable just now, thank you."

Qin Siyu turned to look at her.

Shen Nuo smiled, opened the car door and got out, then opened the door on his side and held out his hand to her.

"Mr. Qin, go home."

He was stunned for a moment, then he curled his lips and smiled, and put his hand on her: "I would be happier if you change your name."

Shen Nuo pretended not to understand, helped him sit in the wheelchair, and then went into the house.

The night is hazy, the stars are twinkling, and the white moonlight stretches the two shadows very long, blending into each other, as if they were made for each other.

The next day, Shen Nuo went out first, but later returned to the villa because she forgot to bring a document. When she left in a hurry, she suddenly found that Qin Siyu was not at home. She stopped and looked at Aunt Zhang.

"Where's Qin Siyu?"

Aunt Zhang avoided her gaze and said, "The young master has gone to the company."

Since Qin Siyu's accident, Qin Chen has been temporarily in charge of the Qin family. Qin Siyu has been recuperating at home. Although he occasionally handles some things online, he has never left the villa.

Shen Nuo once saw him handling a problem online. His voice was cold and ruthless, his expression was indifferent, and his words were filled with extreme bloodiness and cruelty.

That was Dark Rock's online meeting.

As soon as she appeared, he turned his head sharply. When he saw it was her, his face changed slightly, but he did not move.

For such a calm and composed man, the sudden change in his expression was too obvious.

Shen Nuo felt cold all over at the time, but his expression warmed up because of this change.

She pointed outside wordlessly and closed the door.

However, not long after she left, he came out of the study, hugged her and whispered to her.

Recalling his memory, Shen Nuo looked at Aunt Zhang silently. He didn't say anything, but he felt a strong sense of oppression.

Zhang Ma's scalp tingled after being looked at, and she finally spoke: "The small attic on the third floor."

Shen Nuo was slightly startled and looked upstairs.

She turned and went upstairs.

Aunt Zhang hurriedly stopped her: "Miss, the young master never lets anyone get close to the attic every time he enters it, you..."

Shen Nuo gave her a reassuring look: "It's okay."

Aunt Zhang was still worried: "What if the young master gets angry and hurts you by mistake?"

Shen Nuo asked: "Is he in a bad mood today?"

Aunt Zhang thought about Qin Siyu's mood before Shen Nuo left, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head.

"No."

It feels quite normal.

But every time Qin Siyu entered the attic in the past, he was in a bad mood.

They didn't know what was in the attic, but they knew that every time the young master entered the attic, his bad mood would improve a lot.

Therefore, many servants in the villa speculated that it was a very scary venting room, specially used to vent anger, and perhaps there were various torture instruments for killing people.

Aunt Zhang told Shen Nuo about their guess, and the corners of Shen Nuo's mouth twitched slightly.

What a wild imagination.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've been in there, it's not what you think, it's just... a library-like place."

Song Ya had dispersed all the servants in the villa before she took her into the attic, so Aunt Zhang didn't know when Shen Nuo had gone in.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ma was a little confused: "Ah?"

Shen Nuo shook his head slightly: "Anyway, it's okay."

Aunt Zhang seemed to understand but didn't try to stop her.

Just be fine.

Just be fine.

Shen Nuo quickly arrived at the third floor.