After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 180 Uncle, you are quite old
Yu Jinwen suddenly spoke, like thunder on the ground, everyone present was stunned for a moment, while Nan Song frowned.

Si Zhe turned his head and looked at his ex-husband.

"I'm 20 years old."

Only twenty.

"So small." Yu Jinwen glanced in the direction of Nan Song. Nan Song met his gaze and for some reason saw a sense of ridicule in it, like "an old cow eating young grass."

Nan Song felt his energy and blood surge, and he was about to retaliate when he heard Si Zhe say calmly, "Fortunately, maybe uncle, you look older."

"..."

Nan Song couldn't help but want to laugh, right? He was an old man over thirty!male!people!.

Yu Jinwen was not irritated and just said calmly: "If you call me uncle, you can't call the person next to you sister. You have to call her aunt instead. Otherwise, didn't I unintentionally take advantage of her?"

Nan Song didn't seem to have this worry or concern. As soon as he turned his head, he shouted without any precautions, "Uncle."

Yu Jinwen: "..."

He looked at Nan Song in disbelief, feeling it was ridiculous, and laughed angrily: "What did you call me?"

"Uncle."

Nan Song had never called him uncle so sincerely in his life. He looked at Yu Jinwen with a pair of innocent eyes and said from the bottom of his heart: "You are quite old."

"..." Yu Jinwen felt heartbroken. He seemed to be only six years older than her.

Is it that old?

Si Zhe looked at Nan Song and said seriously, "Only those who are ugly are called aunties or aunties. My sister is so beautiful, she will always be a girl."

Listen, this is what people say!

Nan Song patted Si Zhe's head and said with a smile: "Be good."

Yu Jinwen's eyes darkened, and he felt an unknown fire welling up in his chest. He glanced at Nan Song like a blade and patted the little kid's head. He wished he could cut off all his hair and send him to the Shaolin Temple. , become a little monk!

Gu Heng and He Zhao sat nervously in the back seat, holding their phones with their heads down and pretending to be working, not daring to raise their heads.

What kind of Shura field is this? ? ?

Want to get off. . .

There was a slight silence in the carriage for a moment.

Yu Jinwen pursed his thin lips slightly and continued to question Si Zhe, "Still in school?"

"Yeah. Sophomore year in college."

"In Nancheng?

"Correct."

"which university?"

"S is big."

"Oh."

Yu Jinwen paused, and the carriage was silent for a while.

Then, he asked again, with a somewhat casual attitude, "What's your name?"

Si Zhe also paused for a moment, looking at Yu Jinwen with clear and cold eyebrows, and his voice was slightly cold, "Si Zhe. Philosophical Zhe."

Yu Jinwen thought about the name and guessed his relationship with the priest.

"Who else is at home?"

This time, without waiting for Si Zhe to answer, Nan Song couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a cold look, "Are you done? Are you checking your household registration?"

Across Si Zhe, Yu Jinwen's dark and deep gaze fell on Nan Song's face, his cold eyebrows were tinged with a hint of softness, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, "Isn't this just chatting with a child?"

"My child is not interested in chatting with you."

Nan Song's expression was indifferent and he was not angry. "Either shut up or get off." So Yu Jinwen shut up.

Soon they arrived at the airport. There were two private planes parked in the huge open space. Yu Jinwen originally wanted to take Nan Song's plane, but Nan Song didn't give him the chance this time. He pulled Sizhe and quickly boarded the plane and closed the cabin. Door.

Looking at the closed cabin door, Yu Jinwen stood there, feeling dizzy again when the cold wind from the airport blew him over.

He Zhao looked at his boss from the side and felt that he looked like an angry little daughter-in-law in feudal society.

"Mr. Yu, there is something I don't know whether to say or not."

Yu Jinwen looked indifferent and said, "Then don't talk about it."

If you don't say it properly, you can tell it won't be a good thing even if you think about it with your nose.

He Zhao touched his nose. He had been impulsive just now. At this time, he just felt lucky. If he said this, he might not be able to get on the plane, and he would be sent to the Antarctic to see penguins.

Because what he wants to say is - licking a dog usually won't have any good results.

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The plane took off smoothly, and it seemed as if all the noise and hustle and bustle were left behind. Nan Song felt relieved.

She adjusted her seat and lay down tiredly.

The temperature in the cabin was relatively low, and she was about to ask the flight attendant for a blanket. Si Zhe, who had just returned from the bathroom, brought back a blanket and said, "Sister, cover her up so you don't catch a cold."

"Thank you." Nan Song stood up to take it, but Si Zhe said, "I'll do it."

He bent down and covered her with a blanket, and asked in a clear voice, "Sister, do you want to take a nap?"

"A bit sleepy, but not really sleepy."

Si Zhe blinked slightly with his deer eyes, "Would you like to watch a movie?"

Nan Song chuckled, "Okay."

Si Zhe found a suspenseful movie and took out a lot of snacks from his schoolbag and placed them in front of Nan Song. They were all local specialties from Qingcheng.

Nan Song picked out a pack of shredded squid and looked at it with relish.

As soon as the movie started, the damp, black, and suspenseful feeling came out. Si Zhe said to Nan Song: "Sister, if you are scared, just grab my arm. It's okay. I'm not afraid of pain."

Nan Song looked at him doubtfully, "Huh?"

Si Zhe pursed his lower lip and said that his roommates took their girlfriends out to watch suspense or ghost movies. When they came back, their arms were covered with various bruises and scratches, all of which were scratched or scratched by their girlfriends. , because I was too scared.

When Nan Song heard this, he felt a little strange and happy. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, "Oh, I shouldn't be able to do that."

After all, Song Daudao was dragged by her second brother to pretend to be a ghost when she was a kid, and she had done all kinds of sinister looks. These scenes in the movie were not as exciting as the fun they had when they were kids.

But she also watched it with gusto. Firstly, it had been a long time since she had watched a movie with such concentration. Secondly, she could recall many scenes from her childhood.

When she thought about the fourth brother and the younger brother being scared by the ghosts they pretended to be and running all over the yard, she couldn't help but want to laugh and burst into joy.

In the movie, the heroine happened to be poisoned and turned black, laughing maniacally at the camera. Si Zhe was nervous with a bag of potato chips in his hand, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter in his ears, and he jumped up, " With a bang, the potato chips were crushed, popped out, and splashed all over the floor.

"..."

There seemed to be a sheep's cry in the air.

Maybe it was because Si Zhe's stunned expression was too cute. After getting off the plane, Nan Song's smile was still on the corner of his mouth, and the protective corners of his lips kept rising.

As soon as I entered the airport, I bumped into Yu Jinwen and his group, waiting in the direction of the exit.

When Yu Jinwen saw Nan Song and Si Zhe coming side by side with smiles on their faces, he felt his heart boiling, followed by endless sourness, as if the jealousy jar had been overturned.

The moment he saw Yu Jinwen, the smile on Nan Song's face slowly faded, and he wanted to ignore him like air.

Just as they were about to rub shoulders, Yu Jinwen spoke first, his voice low, "We are surrounded by fans and reporters outside the airport. We can't just go out like this."

He lowered his head and looked at Nan Song's clothes and the makeup on his face, and pursed his lips slightly, "Maybe I have to aggrieve you."

(End of this chapter)