Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

At half past six in the evening, the doorbell rang, and Shen Nuo's train of thought was interrupted. She glanced at the design drawing in her hand and frowned slightly when she thought of the man outside. She put down the drawing board in her hand, stood up and opened the bedroom door.

As soon as she went out, she smelled the aroma of the food. She was slightly startled and looked at the man who came in carrying something from the door.

Her eyes fell on the duffel bag in his hand: "Are you really planning to live here?"

Qin Siyu put the duffel bag on the shelf in the living room and said calmly: "I told you, I will be where you are."

Shen Nuo glanced at the 1.8-meter-long sofa, then at the man's height of more than 1.9 meters and his eye-catching long legs, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He didn't sleep in his own mansion and a soft big bed, but came to squeeze into her small house of less than 100 square meters and a small sofa of 1.8 meters. What's wrong with him?

Don't talk about love, Shen Nuo never believed that this person would do that to her.

Dogs are stronger than him.

The man might know what she was thinking, because his phoenix eyes darkened for a moment, so fast that it seemed as if he couldn't capture anyone except the air.

He put his arm around the woman's shoulders and said in a magnetic and gentle voice, "Wash your hands and eat."

Shen Nuo didn't notice for a moment and was caught in his arms. Just when she was about to struggle, the man quickly put down his hand and pulled out the chair for her.

Shen Nuo: "..." Did he do it on purpose?

With an unhappy look on his face, Shen Nuo looked at the food on the table, only to find that the dishes were extremely familiar.

Isn't it the one she went shopping for today?

There was no one else in the room except her and him. Obviously, the owner of this table was either her or him.

She was in the room the whole time, so it could only be him.

The dishes are very beautiful, the variety is very Guangdong and Guangxi, and the taste of the south is obvious.

Suddenly thinking of the three meals a day she had some time ago, she picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the food.

The taste is extremely familiar, and it was clearly made by the same person.

After silently swallowing the food in his mouth, Shen Nuo looked at the man: "Did you cook it?"

She never knew that he could cook.

The man said calmly: "It's made of air."

Shen Nuo: "..." She is indeed sick.

Shen Nuo is not a person who treats herself badly. She carefully selects and purchases the ingredients, and the taste is to her liking. There is no need for her to give up for someone.

In fact, once she put aside the past grudges, she found that Qin Siyu was actually very suitable as a friend.

She thought so and said so.

As a result, the man's face, which had been calm all afternoon, suddenly turned dark.

He was clearing away the dishes, and when he heard the word "friend" from her mouth, he put down the things in his hands expressionlessly.

"You can clean it up yourself."

After saying that, a strong resentment exuded from his whole body, and he strode out of the kitchen with one long step.

Shen Nuo looked at the dishes in the sink, then at the man's angrily back, and was silent for a moment.

Failed.

She thought to herself that she should wait until he finished cleaning up.

Sighing, he could only silently clean up the mess.

As a result, just when she was about to take action, the man came back, expressionlessly pushed her out of the kitchen, and closed the door with a bang.

Shen Nuo was suddenly pushed out of the kitchen and was a little confused.

Turning around, through the glass door, she saw the man standing in front of the sink again, washing dishes silently.

The tall and straight figure still exuded elegance and nobility, but he looked as if he was a little angry and had to hold his breath.

For some reason, Shen Nuo suddenly wanted to laugh, with a smile on his brows and eyes, but in the end he held it back and turned around to leave.