Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Silence represented the man's answer.

It's like a three-year-old kid who's being naughty and won't go home.

"Okay," Shen Nuo nodded: "If you don't go back, I can't kick you out, but I don't have a place for you to sleep here. If you want to stay here, just sleep in the living room."

The man suddenly raised his head, with a hint of grievance in his dark eyes for no reason: "You are in Zize Garden, and all my rooms and beds are at your disposal. When I come to your house, you let me sleep on the sofa in the living room?"

Shen Nuo had no expression on his face and directly ignored his pretense of grievance: "How did I get to Zize Garden, don't you know? I was dragged there by you, and you are here uninvited. I won’t leave, understand?”

After a pause, she added: "And I only have one bedroom here, not your room."

Two rooms, one living room, one bedroom, and one study room.

Qin Siyu's thick eyelashes blinked: "I am your lover, a bed is enough."

He turned a deaf ear to what she said last time. Can he really let go of his stature and be a woman's lover?

Okay, she can help him.

Shen Nuo sneered: "Since we are lovers, we should behave like lovers. If I say there is no bed without you, there is no bed."

So get out of here.

However, the man seemed unable to understand the words. He glanced at the length of the sofa and finally sighed softly.

"Okay," he said helplessly, "Who made you my sponsor now?"

God is such a sponsor, who wants to be his sponsor?

Shen Nuo was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to him, turned around and entered the bedroom, closed the door, leaving the man alone in the living room.

After the woman's back completely disappeared from sight, the expression on the man's face gradually disappeared and turned into the Qin Siyu of the past.

He glanced at the closed door, stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brow, and the fatigue was obvious on his face.

But after taking a look at the time on his watch, he got up, walked into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

Although the refrigerator is full, it is very clean, tidy, and orderly. It does not appear crowded or chaotic at all, and it is unique to her own style.

Ever since they broke up, he knew that there was no way she could go back.

Perhaps force could allow him to possess her body temporarily, but the distance in his heart would never come close.

He has never been a lusty person, all he wants is a heart and a person.

A woman who belonged to him both physically and mentally.

The past cannot be recalled, and the hurt is indelible. No matter how much he tries to whitewash it, he has to admit that the mistakes he made are unforgivable.

Every prisoner has the opportunity to appeal for himself, but he doesn't even have a reason to appeal.

Not all injuries can be brushed aside, and not all wounds can be healed.

Maybe he should know and understand how to love.

Force is never love.

Taking out the fish and vegetables from the refrigerator, Qin Siyu lowered his eyelashes and silently sorted out the ingredients in his hands.

The twilight is like a naughty child, coming quietly with the tone of dusk. It happily paints the twilight color on the blue canvas, and forgets about it, forming a very childlike but artistic work.

The sky is full of red clouds, and the light red silk reflects the Qiliao until it is as red as fire, which is so beautiful.

As the sun sets, the gorgeous residual light shines on the man through the bright and clean windows, reflecting his fair and delicate facial features, which are as quiet as a picture, beautiful and infinitely gorgeous.