Domestic omega is too delicate

When it was time for dinner, Qin Shuo finally came out of the study. He met many friends who were inquiring about the news. In just half a day, the divorce application sent to him by Qiao Shu spread all over the star network, causing a huge sensation.

Even Qin's father, who always ignored him, called. Although he didn't say it clearly, he also broadcast a few words.

It's nothing more than repeating the same old tune, let him care about his partner, don't wait until he loses it to regret it.

However, Qin Shuo didn't care. He only cared about the impact on Qin's reputation. As for the feelings of others, he didn't care about it at all.

When he walked to the restaurant, he could smell the aroma wafting from it from a distance, Qin Shuo frowned again, and his footsteps sank a little.

——He also disliked this kind of fireworks.

It should be said that he was somewhat resistant to everything related to Joshua.

But when he saw the food on the dining table, Qin Shuo was obviously taken aback: "What are you eating?" Why isn't mine?

He didn't ask the second half of the sentence, but the questioning in his eyes was obvious.

It was true that Qiao Shu made dinner, but he only cooked a bowl of pork rib soup for himself. There was no aunt who cooked at home, and Qiao Shu didn't prepare, so Qin Shuo could only starve.

Ever since Qin Shuo became an adult, he moved out of the house, and because he valued his private space, there would be no outsiders at home except for the cleaning lady who came over regularly.

Before getting married, Qin Shuo's three meals were taken care of at the military headquarters. After marrying Qiao Shu, Qiao Shu took care of the family's food and housework, so he increased the frequency of going home.

Qin Shuo couldn't remember the last time he ate at the military headquarters. It seemed that no matter how late he came home, there would always be steaming meals on the table.

until today--

Joshua stopped serving.

"I'm sorry, I'm injured, and I really don't have the strength to prepare your dinner. If you don't mind, sir, I can order takeaway for you." While talking, Qiao Shu raised his arm, revealing the large bruise on his wrist .

Having said that, Qiao Shu didn't look at him directly, and hurriedly showed the wound on his wrist, lowered his head and continued to drink soup in small sips. The hot soup dripped down his throat, bringing some warmth to his body.

It may be because of crying just now, the boy's eye circles are still a little red.

The feeling of discomfort became more and more obvious.

It shouldn't be like this.

Qin Shuo pursed his thin lips lightly, staring fixedly at Qiao Shu's red lips which opened and closed. There was a little oil on the young man's lips, and the lips that had been pale for a long time finally returned to a little rosy.

"You..." Qin Shuo suddenly couldn't bear such contempt, it turned out that this was the feeling of being ignored by others.

Thinking of Wu Qing he saw just now, Qin Shuo's fingertips trembled, and he turned his head and whispered, "Squeamish!"

"You're right, I've let you down again." Qiao Shu held the spoon in his hand, and the hot soup that he handed to his mouth suddenly lost its original taste, and the taste was dull.

He hesitated again and again, but in the end he put down the spoon, looked up at Qin Shuo, and said unhurriedly, "Is there anything else to do, sir? You don't eat, I still need to eat, please don't stay here, Does it affect the appetite of others?"

A month ago, Qiao Shu was still looking at Qin Shuo eagerly, and acted like a baby in a childish voice: "You are in front of me, my meal is delicious, I beg you, please stay and eat together..."

Qin Shuo was stunned for a moment, his expression was in a trance for a moment.

"Forget it." Qiao Shu chuckled, got up and put the dining chair back, picked up the soup on the table, and went back upstairs without looking back, "If you don't go, I'll just go."