The real daughter was spoiled by her ex-husband

Chapter 112 Not interested in your affairs
He questioned again, "Huh?"

Nan Xi looked at him contemptuously, "I'll have acupuncture on my body in a while, and the effect will be better after a hot shower."

The man didn't move, she said indifferently: "Mr. Zhan, since we have made a deal, it proves that you believe in me. If you want to believe, trust to the end."

Zhan Qingyuan's black eyes stared at her for a while, and finally said: "Nan Xi, you'd better not lie to me."

She raised her eyebrows, unable to deny it.

He got up, passed her, and walked to the attached bathroom.

"Don't touch anything inside me."

"Oh."

He walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and the sound of water soon sounded.

Nanxi was in a daze for a moment, let alone, this scene was very similar to when they first got married.

He would come back several times a month, and every time he came back at night, he would get up and take a shower after finishing what he should do, leaving her alone on the bed to relax.

At that time, she thought that even though they were married, he still had a little warmth for her.

It's a pity, the scene in front of Yu's house made her understand that she was the one who fantasized about this man's feelings after all.

"..."

The more Nanxi thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

She put aside all the sadness and heaviness about the past, and looked at the attire in the room.

The whole is black and gray, without any extra colors or accessories. The bed, small desk, ashtray, wardrobe, if she guessed right, there are all shirts and trousers in the wardrobe.

This man is simple, cold and abstinent.

To the point where it makes women fall in love and go crazy.

Even the heart is really cold.

Nanxi shook her head, opened the trocar bag, and neatly placed the needles of different lengths.

She sterilized all the needles and set them aside.

When I was bored, I caught a glimpse of a color incompatible with the whole room in the open drawer.

Nan Xi narrowed her eyes and stretched out her hand to pull it away.

Um?Isn't this her mask?

Why does he still keep it?

She was about to pick it up when the door opened behind her.

Immediately afterwards, a calm and mellow voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

Nanxi turned her head, "I didn't do anything..."

Zhan Qingyuan was wearing a black bathrobe, more than half of his chest was exposed, wet drops of water slid down the curve of his muscles, and disappeared near the mermaid line, his nosebleed face was slightly damp, there was always A taste that tempts to commit crimes.

Nanxi glanced at the head suddenly, he had already walked over, looked at the opened drawer, and raised her sharp eyes, "Didn't I say that you are not allowed to touch my things?"

Nan Xi turned her face sideways, her tone was not very smooth, "Yes...you didn't close it tightly yourself, I took a curious look and didn't touch it."

Zhan Qingyuan stared at her plain cheeks, small upturned nose, eyelashes that looked like small fans, her exposed earlobes were dyed slightly pink, and a few strands of hair hung down, like an elegant and refined ink painting.

With a thought in his mind, he asked abruptly: "What are you curious about? How have I lived these past few years?"

Nan Xi's eyebrows twitched, "What?"

He was so close to her that he could hear the deep and shallow breathing, as well as the even but slightly rapid heartbeat.

Nanxi was inexplicably nervous, "You think too much, I'm not interested in your affairs."

"Is it."

"Ah."

Nan Xi didn't like the awkward atmosphere now, so she wanted to avoid him, "Don't whine, start now, and I'll take Yue Ling back to sleep when it's over."

He grabbed her hand, his black eyes were cold, "Nanxi, tell me the truth, is this mask yours?"

(End of this chapter)