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

Chapter 514 The old monk finally returned to secular life
Nan Song hurriedly picked up the bath towel that fell on the floor and wrapped it around himself again.

When He Xiaowen and Qi Jingjing heard the shouting, they thought something had happened and rushed over in a hurry, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Nan Song forced a smile to cover up the situation.

Pretend nothing happened.

"Then you change your clothes first, and we'll go out and wait for you." He Xiaowen and Qi Jingjing changed their clothes and walked out first.

Nan Song responded, untied his bathrobe and put on his clothes. His eyes glanced at the phone and then back to himself, and his face couldn't help but feel hot.

Did that guy see it just now?
She hung up the phone so quickly, maybe... no.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone rang again, and Nan Song's heart trembled. It was Yu Jinwen calling again.

Only this time it's not video, it's voice.

What, do you think she has a bad figure?

Nan Song answered the phone with a complicated mood, and his tone was not very good, "Why are you looking for me?"

"I...miss you." Yu Jinwen threw away the tissue stained with nosebleeds, silently despising himself in his heart.

Alas, after 30 years of living a stoic life, I thought I could tolerate it, but I didn’t expect that my defense would be broken all of a sudden.

Now, who can I ask for reasoning?
Hearing this "miss you", Nan Song's violent mood calmed down a little, and his tone became gentle unconsciously. He replied, "Really? Where do you miss me?"

I subconsciously replied to this sentence, but when I thought about it, I realized that something was not right.

"..."

Before she could make up for it, the other party suddenly said, "Wait a moment." Then there was a sound of paper being pulled from the phone, and the faucet was turned on.

Nan Song couldn't help but frown and muttered, "What's going on?"

Yu Jinwen said he had nosebleeds again...

He looked at the blood being washed away by the water between his fingers, feeling more than a hundred million bits of embarrassment in his heart. He didn't know what was wrong with him.
Following Nan Song's words, he not only thought of her breasts, but also her...

Just crazy!
Yu Jinwen put his head under the faucet and tried to calm down.

Nan Song heard the sound of water flowing over there, and his uneasiness increased. He didn't know what was going on, and was about to ask, when he heard Fu Yu yelling at the top of his voice, "Damn it, why do you have a nosebleed?" Already?"

"..."

"You're still bleeding so much... I mean, brother, are you out of luck, or have you seen something you shouldn't have seen?"

Yu Jinwen lowered his voice, "Shut up!"

"You put your head under the faucet, so ungrateful? Have you watched the movie and been so enthusiastic about other women? Be careful I tell Xiao Song."

Nan Song: "..."

She wanted to say that she had already heard everything without him telling him.

Fu Yu seemed to have been punched or kicked on the other end of the phone, and then Yu Jinwen's voice came, "Don't listen to his nonsense, I didn't look at... other women."

Nan Song suddenly wanted to laugh, but Fu Yu started yelling again, "Geez, you and Xiao Song are on the phone, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Then he said in a low voice: "Oh~ You were so stimulated by Xiao Song that your nose bleeds. Ouch, the old monk finally returned to secular life? Congratulations, brother!"

"You, here, me, get out, get out, go!"

Yu Jinwen gritted his teeth and kicked Fu Yu out of the door. The noisy and chaotic world suddenly became much quieter.

The phone is still on.

The corners of Nan Song's lips could not stop rising.

"Xiao Song." Yu Jinwen suddenly called her.

Nan Songrao said "hmm" casually.

"Don't be angry," Yu Jinwen carefully explained, "It's not what Fu Yu said."

"How is it?"

Nan Song leaned against the cabinet and asked him seriously, "Don't you have a nosebleed?"

Yu Jinwen, "I..."

"You didn't put your head under the tap?"

Yu Jinwen: "..."

"Or," Nan Song paused, "are you not interested in me?"

"Of course not!" After hearing this, Yu Jinwen categorically denied, "Of course I am interested in you!"

My nose bleeds... This is no longer an ordinary interest.

Both of them knew it, tacitly.

If this topic continues, it may be banned. Nan Song coughed lightly and dropped the topic.

"Xiaowen and Jingjing, I are here at the racecourse. We just came out of the hot spring. What do you want to see me for?"

The first part of the sentence meant that the scene that accidentally irritated him just now was purely coincidental, and she didn't mean to make his nose bleed.

Yu Jinwen's breathing gradually became evener, and then he remembered the business, "Oh, do you remember Xiahou?"

"Remember, that stall owner in the antique market." Nan Song walked out with her bag on her back, "Has he contacted you?"

"Yes. He went to the countryside to look for things. He saw a lot of good stuff in a fellow villager's house and wanted to take it. Something happened at home, so he hurried back to Beicheng."

Yu Jinwen said: "He called me to ask if I was interested and sent me some photos. I looked at them like antiques."

"Really?" Nan Song got excited when he heard it, "Send it to me."

Yu Jinwen immediately sent her the photo.

Nan Song deliberately found a backlit area, clicked on a few photos and looked at them. His eyes lit up, and he said to the phone: "Noodle cabinet, yellow pear wood, bright?"

"Yeah." Yu Jinwen knew that she could tell it was an antique, but she could tell the age at a glance, which still surprised him.

Who among those who play antiques hides and secretly searches for good things, fearing that someone else will take advantage of them? Over the years, they have also developed the habit of keeping everything in mind. Gradually, they learned to be forbearing and have a clear mind. But it’s also easy to be lonely.

Now that there was someone who could share his joy with him, the empty part in his heart seemed to be filled, and he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Nan Song was impatient, "Where did Xiahou find it?"

Yu Jinwen said: "Mo City."

"Then what are you waiting for? Get ready and leave immediately."

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Nan Song is a man of action. After waving goodbye to He Xiaowen and Qi Jingjing at the racecourse, he didn't even pack his luggage and went to meet Yu Jinwen in Shuiyunjian.

Mocheng is only two or three hours away from Nancheng by car, so the two of them decided to drive there.

After getting on the road, Nan Song called Luo Yin.

"What? Going to Mo City?"

Luo Yin was doing manicures with Su Yin at home. When she heard that Nan Song and Yu Jinwen had gone to Mo City, she immediately frowned, "Why are you going to Mo City?"

Nan Ningsong and Luo Junheng, who were playing Go in the living room, both raised their heads when they heard this.

"How many days are you going to go? What about work?"

Luo Yin asked a few questions and snorted softly, "You go out to have a good time and leave your work to us, are you okay?...Okay, okay, don't do this."

Luo Yin, who had goosebumps all over her body due to her daughter's hard-core coquettishness, hung up the phone without saying a word and curled her lips in disgust.

A little woman in love is really scary.

I even learned how to act coquettishly.

Nan Ningsong looked over, "Xiao Liu and Yu Jinwen went to Mo City?"

"Well, I don't know why we went there? Apart from the mountains, Mo City doesn't have any famous attractions."

Nanning Songdao: "If the two of them can rush over regardless of anything, they must have found something good."

Luo Junheng frowned, turned around and asked Luo Yin, "How many days will you go?"

Luo Yin said: "I asked, and I said it's not necessarily true."

"..."

Luo Junheng's expression darkened, "Nonsense."

The chess game was interrupted and he called Nan Song. As soon as the call came through, he said in a deep voice: "Don't tell me, it's just the two of you."

Luo Junheng's stern look softened slightly after hearing Nan Song say that they had brought a car full of bodyguards.

"Safety measures must be taken."

After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm talking about condoms."

(End of this chapter)