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

Chapter 518 The character of the obedient ex-wife is back

The style of clothes in this store is an alternative fashion.

To put it nicely, it’s called “retro”, but to put it bluntly, it’s just rustic.

Nan Song picked out a suit for Yu Jinwen and also picked out a suit for herself, a light gray sweater and a pair of light blue bell-bottom pants. After she changed in the dressing room, she looked at her style and simply changed her clothes. Her wavy hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and most of the makeup on her face was removed.

I admired it in the mirror and it was pretty good.

Opening the curtain of the simple dressing room, he saw a slender figure with his back to him, teasing the small fish in the fish tank.

Hearing the movement, Yu Jinwen turned around and met Nan Song's eyes.

There was a moment of daze.

Looking at Nan Song dressed like this, Yu Jinwen was in a trance for a moment, as if he had gone back to a few years ago when she was "Lu Nan Song".

That simple, weak, docile little daughter-in-law from the countryside.

The young wife changed her clothes and looked at him shyly, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Coming out of the dressing room, Nan Song's whole demeanor changed.

After all, this is a role that I have been playing for three years. When I put on the "costume" again, I felt like I was back immediately. The character of a well-behaved and good wife is back.

It's been a long time.

Yu Jinwen's heart shrank for no reason, and he felt a little nervous. He was afraid that she would suddenly disappear again and run away without a trace.

He stepped forward, got closer to her, looked at her from head to toe, and said with a smile, "You look good. You look good in anything you wear."

This is not a compliment, but the truth from the heart.

Some people rely on their clothes to support their face, and some people rely on their face to support their clothes. Nan Song is definitely the latter.

In addition, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so even if Nan Song is wearing a rag or a sack, he will still look good in Yu Jinwen's eyes.

"You didn't say that before."

Nan Song raised his eyes, and his eyes immediately changed, "No matter what I wore in the past, you didn't even bother to look at me."

"..."

Fu Yu once warned him, "Women are all vindictive. Be careful when Xiao Song settles accounts with you and asks you to pay back all the accounts for the past three years."

Isn't it here?

Yu Jinwen's heart shrank, and he admitted his mistake with a strong desire to survive, "I was blind at that time, and a fairy landed in front of me, but I turned a blind eye. I deserve to die."

One sentence made Nan Song's eyes soften.

She agreed to let the past things go by and never mention them again, but she brought them up again inexplicably. After all, she was being petty.

After the topic was brought to an end, Nan Song looked at Yu Jinwen in front of him, his eyes flashing.

She chose a military green jacket for him, with a black T-shirt underneath, and dark gray old men's trousers. They looked a bit earthy when worn on a plastic model, but Yu Jinwen revealed another fashion. Especially the military green jacket, which matched his short hair so well, it felt like he was dreaming back to the military camp.

Alas, GD said, "The perfection of fashion depends on your face." This sentence is indeed true.

She walked over and raised her hand to straighten the folds of her collar. Yu Jinwen paused, and his heart beat faster.

Following her movements, he leaned forward slightly and placed a light kiss between her eyebrows.

"..."

This action was so unexpected that Nan Song was stunned, and the lady boss next to her said "Ouch" and quickly ran away, covering her eyes.

Today's young people really... kiss wherever they go, and they don't shy away from it.

Nan Song patted Yu Jinwen lightly and glared at him angrily, "If you are away from home, please restrain yourself." Yu Jinwen smiled and touched her head, "Okay."

After paying the bill, the two of them came out of the clothing store. Nan Song also carried several sets of clothes in his hand and gave them to the bodyguards to change into so as not to attract too much attention.

"Miss, what are we here for? Are we really acting? I don't have the skills in that area. What if the performance fails?"

"Wear your clothes, there's so much nonsense!"

Nan Song still remembered the time that brat talked nonsense on the phone. She really wanted to beat him up, but she held it back.

She asked the bodyguards to find a place to park the car and wait for them in the car tonight. If everything went well, they would be able to leave early tomorrow morning.

"Then you're not leaving tonight?" He leaned back and poked his head out of the car window, "Where will you and Mr. Yu sleep? Do you need to set up a tent? I can!"

Before Nan Song reached out to pat him, he stretched out a big hand from behind and slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"Put up a fur tent, you think this is survival in the wild!"

He forced a smile to Nan Song and said, "Miss, please ignore him. When he went out in the morning, his head was caught in the door. He's so stupid."

Nan Song sighed helplessly, Lao K and his two young apprentices were pretty good at it, but they had a sense of stupidity.

If there weren't other tasks left and right, she wouldn't have brought these two out.

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Nan Song and Yu Jinwen followed the address given to them by Xia Hou and inquired all the way, and finally found the home of the fellow villager.

The old house made of red bricks didn't even have cement paved outside. Two rose bushes were planted in the mud, adding a touch of life to the dusty old house.

The two bungalows next to it were built very high, sandwiching it between them, making it look particularly unimpressive.

Yu Jinwen stepped forward and knocked on the door gently. He heard no human voice, but first heard a burst of dog barking, "Woof, woof, woof..."

Then someone came out, "Who is it?"

The door opened from the inside, and a big black dog jumped out. Yu Jinwen returned his hand and held Nan Song in his arms. He glanced at the black dog. The black dog stopped dead in his tracks. He only dared to raise his head and barked again. After two calls, the master yelled and shouted, "Heitan'er, don't scream nonsense."

Then he looked up at Yu Jinwen and Nan Song, "Who are you?"

Nan Song quickly introduced herself, "Auntie, we were introduced by Xia Hou to collect old furniture."

"Oh." The aunt responded and let them in. Then a thin old man came out, "Who is here?"

The aunt said: "Xiahou's friend is here to collect old furniture."

The old man also said "Oh", "It's just some worn-out furniture, why do you come here so late at night to collect it? Is it enough to pay for gas?"

Before Nan Song could answer, the old man asked again, "Have you eaten? We made dumplings tonight, do you want to eat some together?"

"..." Nan Song was confused by these extremely out-of-the-box words and didn't know which sentence to reply first.

Yu Jinwen said: "Thank you, uncle. We had something to eat on the way here. You can eat first. Can we look at the old furniture?"

"Come in and have a look."

The aunt let the old man go in to eat first, led Nan Song and Yu Jinwen into a room facing the east, and opened a wooden door with peeling paint.

The moment the door opened, I smelled a damp smell.

The aunt said: "This room was originally lived in by my father-in-law. Later, he took care of him and left, so it was left idle. He left a lot of old furniture behind. When we were alive, we wanted to replace it for him, but he refused to let it go. We were not allowed to move or touch him. It was his old furniture that we were thinking about when we were gone. It was of no use to us to keep it, and it wasn't worth much to sell it. We originally planned to chop it up and burn it, but the wood was all gone. It’s wet, I really can’t get it done...you guys should see if you want it.”

As soon as they entered the room, Nan Song and Yu Jinwen glanced around, their hearts trembling with excitement.

There is a feeling that the Count of Monte Cristo found the treasure cave.

"Auntie," Nan Song held her hand and asked, "Can we stay at your place tonight?"

(End of this chapter)