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

Chapter 393 Killed my wife with my own hands
Time flies.

The weather is getting cooler and winter is here in a blink of an eye.

Nan Song finished filming the crew of "Two Flowers" and returned to the company non-stop, busy working on the second series of the "Don't Lose, Don't Forget" project.

On Yan Yuan's side, under the careful care of Su Yin, Yun Hai and others, he recovered quickly. He has already started rehabilitation and tried to walk around.

Nan Song was so busy that he never had time to see him.

"That's pretty much it. Please summarize what I just said and inform all departments."

Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu closed their notebooks, responded in unison, and left.

After another long night, Nan Song was very sleepy and looked full of exhaustion.

Looking at the mountain of work, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to.

Taking a sip of coffee to refresh herself, Nan Song casually pulled back her hair a few times, thinking of using something to tie it up. When she opened the drawer, she saw the wooden hairpin.

She looked at it, her eyes paused slightly.

This wooden hairpin seemed to always appear within her reach, and she could see it inadvertently.

After these few months, the color of the wooden hairpin seems to be a little darker, showing the traces of time.

Looking at it now, it really looks like an antique that has experienced the changes of the times.

Nan Song sighed imperceptibly, picked up the wooden hairpin, inserted his hair into it, and tied it firmly behind his head.

After working for a while, there was a knock on the door.

He Zhao came over and reported: "Mr. Nan, Mr. Fu is here."

Fu Yu?

Nan Song raised his head and said calmly: "Let him come in."

"Beauty, did you miss me?"

When Fu Yu walked into the Yu family, he attracted a group of girls to watch. After all, he is really handsome, and after half a year, Fu Yu's temperament has matured a lot.

However, as soon as he appeared in front of Nan Song, he still looked like a carefree swinger.

Nan Song also put away the sophistication in front of others and told him bluntly - "I don't want to."

"Tsk, you're so heartless, why don't you try to lie to me."

Fu Yu came up with a smile and handed over the flower in his hand, "Here, it's for you."

Nan Song turned her head and glanced, "I'm not your mother, why did you give me carnations?"

Apart from Fu Yu, the only person who could give carnations to a woman during a meeting was Yu...Jin Wen, a straight man.

Fu Yu tilted his long legs and leaned on Nan Song's desk, "Originally I was going to the hospital to visit the patients, but then I felt it was unnecessary, so I brought it to you."

Nan Song understood immediately after hearing this, "Did you go to the Chinese medicine clinic to see Yan Yuan?"

Since flowers have been brought, they cannot be thrown away casually. Nan Song has always been a lover of flowers. He stood up, replaced the water in the vase, and inserted the flowers into it.

She casually took a pair of small scissors and started pruning the branches and leaves of the flowers, and her deep-rooted flower arrangement skills began to come online.

Fu Yu was not in a high mood and said quietly: "There's no need for me to visit. I think Su Yin takes good care of her. All she has to do is pick up the shit and urinate with her own hands."

That's not the right tone.

Nan Song raised his head from the flower and glanced at Fu Yu, "What, are you jealous?"

Fu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, "Who, who, who is jealous? Can you not use this word casually?"

The reaction was so strong, and he said he was not jealous.

Nan Song looked at Fu Yu who had jealousy written all over his face, rolled his eyes at him, was too lazy to talk to him, and continued pruning the flowers.

"I'm really not jealous!"

Fu Yu frowned and said, "Su Yin is not my girlfriend. Why should I be jealous? She can take care of whoever she wants."

Nan Song nodded, "Well, that's a good point. Otherwise, I would have thought that you had something to do with Su Yin."

Somehow, this sentence doesn't sound wrong at first glance, but it feels like a thorn pricking it. "You said these little girls nowadays have very strange tastes. Why do they like crooked nuts?"

"Correct you."

Nan Song glanced at Fu Yu and said, "Yan Yuan is only a quarter of the blood of country T, and the remaining three-quarters are from our country."

This is what Nan Song learned later. Yan Yuan's father is of mixed race, and his biological mother is a pure Chinese woman.

No wonder, apart from his pair of light gray eyes, he doesn't have many foreign attributes. From a distance, he looks like a Chinese with a bit of a western style.

Fu Yu felt frustrated and started looking for trouble again.

"Anyway, these little girls nowadays are so affectionate. They fall in love with each other every time they see one. If you like this one today, change the wall tomorrow if you like that one."

"Isn't this normal?"

Nan Song turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of disgust, "You are the only one, how dare you criticize others?"

"..."

Fu Yu thought of his dark history, and his mouth became as flat as a clam for a moment.

"Fu Yu, I'm not telling you, you must have some idea."

Nan Song didn't want to say it at first, but with his appearance, he had no choice but to say it, "When Yinyin liked you at first, was it because you rejected people thousands of miles away? You thought she was noisy and noisy. How long has Yinyin been chasing you? Brother Rui has scolded me so many times and sent her to jail so many times. That girl Su Yin is quite thick-skinned. She tried her best to get into trouble with her father and refused to give up. But what did you do? A bunch of ex-girlfriends are not disgusting enough? What else do you want her to do?"

As an aunt, if Nan Song didn't stand up and say something to help him wake up, it would be as if Su Yin was sorry for him.

Fu Yu was beaten so violently by Nan Song that his forehead was split.

"Oh, I've explained it so many times. Those women were really not called by me, but by themselves..."

"It was them who rushed to find Su Yin's trouble. How innocent you are."

Nan Song's face turned cold, "Don't pretend to be pitiful for me here. If a woman like you were a woman in ancient times, she would have been imprisoned in a pig cage!"

Fu Yu: "..."

Nan Song picked up the scissors and wanted to repair them with Fu Yu.

"I'm telling you, if Yinyin hadn't knelt down and begged us, saying that all this was just wishful thinking on her part, she was no different from anyone else, and she had given up on you."

Nan Song said coldly: "With all the bad things you did, not to mention Brother Rui, we aunts and uncles would have chopped you into pieces long ago!"

Fu Yu felt like a cold knife pierced his heart, and a ladle of cold water in his pocket poured cold water on him.

No wonder, no wonder Su Yin didn't contact him for more than a month.

He was stunned for a long time, with a lump in his throat, "Has she given up on me?"

"Otherwise, will I still keep you here for the New Year?"

Nan Song threw the scissors on the table with a crisp "bang" sound.

Fu Yu stared blankly at the scissors, completely stunned.

Will the little girl who chases after him all day long and shouts that "Brother Fortune" is long and "Brother Fortune" is short, never appear again?
Why is my heart suddenly so empty?
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On the small island, there are beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers all year round.

There is a feeling that I don’t know what night it is.

But what Jin Wenji remembers is that this is already the 87th day after his "death", nearly three months.

Winter has already entered in Beicheng, and Christmas is only half a month away.

In the past three months, he has also been actively rehabilitating, hoping that he can stand up soon and return to Beicheng and Nan Song's side.

"Are you awake? Lie down, I'm going to start injecting needles."

Luo Yin came over with a needle pack and wanted to be possessed by Grandma Rong again. As soon as Yu Jinwen saw the needle, he started to tremble visibly.

"Don't tremble. I won't care if the needle sticks crookedly and bleeds."

Luo Yin threatened, raised her head, and saw Yu Jinwen opening a pair of misty eyes, pursed his lips, and looked at her eagerly.

Gee, why do you feel like a puppy and look so pitiful?

(End of this chapter)