Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Song Yuan had a sullen face: "Siyu, are you doing this for an outsider and not giving any face to your aunt?"

"An outsider?" Qin Siyu's eyes were cold and his reserved aura was completely released. The atmosphere in the huge living room was depressing and oppressive, making people a little creepy.

Song Yuan's hands on the armrests of her wheelchair tightened, and her heart sank deeper and deeper.

Qin Siyu cared about Shen Nuo far more than she imagined. This was the outcome she least wanted to see.

"Ms. Song," Qin Siyu's thin lips parted slightly: "It seems that the President did not convey my meaning clearly."

"Shen Nuo is the mistress of the Qin family whose name is engraved on my Qin family tree. No matter whether there is a marriage contract or not, it can't change this fact. She is my final bottom line and no one can touch her."

Song Yuan's face turned ugly: "Are you determined to go against the Yan family?"

Qin Siyu smiled, with a cold smile: "Ms. Song, it seems you haven't figured out the situation yet."

Song Yuan narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Are you sure you can represent the Yan family and Yan Zhenyao?"

Yan Zhenyao's attitude that day flashed through Song Yuan's mind, she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Qin Siyu didn't want to waste time with them: "It's not too late to go back and find out the situation before threatening me."

Qin Siyu stood up and walked to the backyard: "Mother Zhang, see the guests off!"

Zhang Ma responded and came to Song Yuan: "Mrs. Song, please."

Song Yuan glanced at her coldly and said to Qin Siyu's back: "Siyu, don't forget, your mother's surname is also Song, and she is a member of the Song family. Jiaojiao is my only flesh and blood, and the Song family is flowing in her body. blood, do you think the Song family will watch you kill Jiaojiao?"

Qin Siyu paused, and Song Yuan finally regained a victory, and her face looked better.

"No matter what, we are all a family. Jiaojiao did something wrong, but now she has found her way back, and she will never have any wrong thoughts in the future. Just spare her this time. I'll ask her to apologize to Shen Nuo and ask for her forgiveness, do you think that's okay?"

Qin Siyu still had no reaction, Yan Jiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and she suddenly looked at Song Yuan.

"Mommy——"

Song Yuan glanced over with a hint of warning, signaling her not to say anything.

Yan Jiao's chest rose and fell slightly, but she still gritted her teeth to suppress her emotions.

Qin Siyu slowly turned around and looked over: "Apologise?"

"Yes," Song Yuan met her gaze: "Apologise, ask for her forgiveness, and if she has any requests, just ask, and we will try our best to satisfy her."

"Ha!" Qin Siyu sneered, his phoenix eyes filled with astonishing coldness: "If an apology is useful, why do you need the law? If you want to beg for forgiveness, risk your life in exchange."

"Qin Siyu, don't go too far!"

Song Yuan, who had been suppressing her anger, finally couldn't hold it back and turned dark.

"Even if Jiaojiao is wrong, the crime will not lead to death! She is the noble princess of China and the granddaughter of the Song family. As a member of the Song family, your mother has been favored by the Song family since she was a child. I believe she will not watch it. Your niece is going to die, so now you don’t even give your mother face?!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Ya's voice came from outside the door: "I heard someone talking about me from a distance. When I got closer, I realized it was my sister."

Song Ya was followed by Qin Chen. The man was nearly fifty years old, but his well-maintained handsome face became more and more charming as time sculpted it.

Song Yuan's eyes were dazed for a moment, and she pursed her lips under Song Ya's half-smiling gaze: "Why is sister here suddenly?"

"Is there anything wrong with me coming to see my own son? Why are you here?"

Song Yuan glanced at Qin Chen, who had a cold look on his face. He only looked at Song Ya and didn't notice her at all.

Song Ya noticed it, raised her eyebrows slightly, and turned to look at the man beside her.

Qin Chen looked down at her: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Song Ya looked away and said very nonchalantly: "You look good."

Qin Chen: "......"

Song Yuan's hands clenched the armrests of the wheelchair and took a deep breath: "Sister, you clearly know why I'm here."

Song Ya sat opposite her and snorted coldly: "Of course I know, but let me tell you, I am on my son's side in this matter. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can come to me, but I will never change my mind. "

After saying that, she turned around and glanced at Qin Siyu: "Why are you still standing there? Go and accompany Xiaonuo. Just let me accompany your aunt here. You are just wasting your time here."

Song Yuan: "......"

Yan Jiao: “…”

Qin Chen: "......"

Qin Siyu curled his lips and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Ya snorted slightly to show that she heard it.

After Qin Siyu left, the atmosphere in the living room was stagnant for a moment, and Yan Jiao's eyes became a little darker, with a cold and sinister look in her eyes.

It's just a Shen Nuo. They forced her like this, so don't blame her for being ruthless.

Qin Siyu didn't care about what happened in the living room. After he left the living room and entered the gallery, he saw that the woman had fallen asleep leaning on the pillar of the gallery, and there was an unfinished painting hanging on the easel in front of him.

Qin Siyu leaned over and gently brushed away the woman's hair that was scattered on her face and hooked it behind her ears. His deep, ink-like eyes looked straight at the little face so close, his eyes scanning every inch of her. The skin finally fell on her red lips, and the image of her biting his lips with her teeth and claws appeared in his mind.

A smile unconsciously appeared on her thin lips. Qin Siyu pressed her thin lips gently with his fingertips, looking thoughtful as if he was considering where to start.

It was at this moment that Shen Nuo opened his eyes and met his eyes.

"what are you doing?"

Qin Siyu didn't panic, and even touched her face gently: "Look at you."

Shen Nuo was speechless, brushed his hand away, and yawned: "Are you done talking?"

"No."

Shen Nuo paused, with a little doubt on his face: "Huh?"

Since we haven't finished talking, why is he here?

"Mom is here."

Shen Nuo was surprised: "When?"

"Just now."

Shen Nuo realized it. It seemed that he had left the trouble to Song Ya.

"So what's the purpose of their coming here?"

Qin Siyu didn't tell her what he did when he first returned to China. He was silent for a moment and said, "It's nothing, just a little thing."

Shen Nuo stared at him and said nothing.

Qin Siyu raised his hand and touched her hair, turning his face away: "You will know later."

"Mysterious." Shen Nuo concluded.

Qin Siyu did not deny it. Instead, he sat next to her with a faint smile and looked at her unfinished words.

"Continue painting? I'll accompany you."

The sun had completely set at this moment, and bright and beautiful neon lights lit up in the backyard, illuminating the dark night before.

"No," Shen Nuo shook his head, stood up and walked inside: "I'm going back."