Genius Mengbao: Wife, please remarry

Such a critical moment.

Suddenly Yu Qingya disrupted the situation.

Qin Beilian was very dissatisfied.

"Yu Qingya, this is between me and Yu Manhua, not your business, please return the phone to Yu Manhua immediately."

In front of women, Qin Beilian, who has always been a gentleman, yelled at Yu Qingya directly through his mobile phone.

"Qin Beilian, pay attention to your tone, it scares Qingya, I, Luo Haichuan, will never end with you."

Hearing Qin Beilian yelling at Yu Qingya on the phone, Luo Haichuan frowned, and with a dark face, he snatched Yu Shutong's cell phone from Yu Qingya's hand.

"Luo Haichuan, take care of your woman. Tell her to leave things that she shouldn't meddle in, or don't blame me, Qin Beilian, for not giving you Luo Haichuan face."

"Qin Beilian, put away your tricks. People in Xuanjing are afraid of you, but I, Luo Haichuan, are not afraid of you. Manhua is like a relative to me and Qingya. If you dare to hurt Manhua, I, Luo Haichuan, will not be afraid of you." It’s still in control.”

The two men were angry and quarreled directly on the phone.

Hearing the two men arguing, Yu Shutong pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Mr. Luo, I'm fine. Give me your phone. There are some things that need to be clarified between me and Qin Beiyi."

After Yu Shutong opened his mouth, Luo Haichuan handed the phone back to Yu Shutong.

"Boss Qin, I know Aunt Qin, is this a surprising thing?"

Yu Shutong faced the phone with a flat tone.

"Director Yu even knows who the housekeeper of my villa is. Shouldn't I be surprised by this?"

Yu Shutong's tone without ups and downs made Qin Beilian feel as if a huge stone was pressed against his heart.

"Director Yu, shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation?"

"A reasonable explanation."

Yu Shutong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled lowly at the phone.

"Mr. Qin, you have a lot of things to do every day. You probably have never searched for your name through Du Niang. Mr. Qin might as well try to search for your name on Du Niang now. As for why I know Aunt Qin, Mr. Qin will search for it." Know your own name."

Subconsciously, according to what Yu Shutong said, Qin Beilian took the tablet computer, clicked on Du Niang, and entered his name into it.

After clicking search, within a few seconds, information related to him appeared on the tablet.

Qin Beilian, male, 30 years old, president of Qin Group
The information on Du Niang is very comprehensive, even the pets he raised when he was a child are written on it.
Qin Beilian scanned his profile at a glance. Under the mask, his face was as black as ink.
I was even more disappointed in my heart. The little expectation that had arisen in my heart just now burst like a bubble.

Did that woman really know Aunt Qin through Du Niang?
This idea flashed in Qin Beilian's mind. Under the mask, Qin Beilian frowned into a Sichuan character, unwilling to accept this conjecture.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Qin raised a husky when he was a child. That husky seems to be called Beibei. Mr. Qin, am I right?"

Yu Shutong's crisp voice rang on the phone, Qin Beilian listened, but felt like a knife piercing into his heart one by one.

"It's really unexpected that a person like Mr. Qin would keep pets."

"Tongtong, don't test me anymore, okay?"

Qin Beilian interrupted Yu Shutong very painfully.

"I know it's you, my feeling can't be wrong, give me another chance, let me make up for you, okay?"

"Qin Beilian, you treat me like another woman again and again, don't you think you're going too far?"

Yu Shutong raised his voice and spoke sharply into the phone.

"I'm tired. If Boss Qin has nothing important to do, I'll hang up first. And, please don't send things to my house, Boss Qin. I don't like to eat the things that Boss Qin sent. You sent so much I have to order the nanny to throw things out, which is really troublesome."

After Yu Shutong finished speaking a few heartless words, before Qin Beilian could speak, he hung up the phone with a dark face.

"Mum, I heard from Aunt Xiaocheng that your stomach hurts again."

After school, Yu Lexuan came into the room and saw Yu Shutong sitting on the sofa with a dark face.

Seeing Yu Shutong's unsightly face, the little guy frowned anxiously, didn't even bother to put down his schoolbag, and ran to Yu Shutong's side with his short legs, holding one of Yu Shutong's with a pair of small hands, With a sad face, he asked, "Mommy, are you better?"

"Mommy is better, Xiao Xuanxuan doesn't have to worry."

Seeing the little guy staring at him nervously, Yu Shutong hastily stretched his brows and eased his expression.

"Is it really better, but Mommy, your face is ugly."

The little guy turned his face slightly and noticed the food on the coffee table.

"Master, godmother, are these things sent by you?"

After the little guy finished speaking, Xiao Cheng looked at Yu Qingya and Luo Haichuan curiously.

"No, it was sent by Qin Beilian."

Knowing that the little guy is smart and not easy to fool, Yu Qingya simply told the truth.

"The reason why my mommy became like this is because of that scumbag. He is too stingy for only sending such a small amount of things."

Being so stingy to Mommy and wanting to reconcile with Mommy, there's no way.

Without knowing it, Qin Beilian offended his precious son again.

Yu Qingya looked at the little guy who didn't play cards according to common sense, and the corner of her mouth twitched fiercely.

"These things were sent by that scumbag Qin Beilian, Xiao Xuanxuan, shouldn't we throw these things away?"

"Qin Bei is scum, but these things are not scum, why throw them out, our kindergarten teacher taught us to cherish food, godmother, you have to cherish food."

The little guy let go of Yu Shutong's hand, turned around and opened the thermos bucket on the coffee table, and a strong smell of chicken soup wafted out of the thermos bucket immediately.

"The chicken soup is quite fragrant."

Seeing that the thermos was still steaming, the little guy walked towards the kitchen with his short legs, and quickly came out of the kitchen with a soup bowl in his arms.

"Mommy, drink chicken soup. Don't think that this chicken soup is sent by a scumbag, just think that this chicken soup is delicious."

The little guy poured the chicken soup into a bowl, and held the bowl in front of Yu Shutong.

The little guy's series of actions made Yu Qingya and Luo Haichuan on the side dumbfounded.

"Little Yu'er, that scumbag Qin Beilian dare not poison the chicken soup. Let's eat this chicken soup for nothing."

After being dumbfounded for a while, Yu Qingya felt that what her godson said just now was true.

"Xiao Xuanxuan is right, if you don't want to be a scumbag, just think about the delicious chicken soup."

Yu Shutong smiled and nodded, and took the chicken soup from the little guy.

Aunt Qin's stewed chicken soup, she hadn't tasted it for six years, and she missed it very much.

"Mommy, is it good?"

Yu Shutong nodded following the little guy's words.

The chicken soup stewed by Aunt Qin still tastes the same as back then.