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

Chapter 697: Uncle stands up for my aunt
Nan Song didn't let Yu Jinwen succeed, and slipped under his arm before he could hug him, and quickly got into the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower, you're not allowed to come in!"

Listening to her angrily warning and shouting, Yu Jinwen burst into laughter. He just wanted to tease her.

Leaning on the bedside and scrolling through the news, Yu Jinwen's pupils shrank when he accidentally saw a local Nancheng news pop-up.

Nan Song came out of the bathroom refreshed after taking a shower, still wearing Yu Jinwen's white shirt.

But she didn't expect that this guy didn't even look at her. Instead, he raised the phone in front of her with a solemn expression, "Look."

Nan Song came over and took a look, "This is..." Nan Song's expression changed slightly and he looked towards Yu Jinwen.

Yu Jinwen nodded.

The two looked at each other.

Originally, Nan Song had no intention of letting this matter go by easily. Luo Yin had already asked her to handle it, but Uncle Lan Yu said that they did not need to intervene and that he had his own arrangements. Luo Yin was afraid that he would act impulsively, so she also I specifically told him not to do that in Dongzhen and to follow legal procedures.

Uncle agreed.

At the moment, it is really being handled according to legal procedures, but his death is a bit ugly.

He jumped downstairs and landed directly on his face. He was smashed to pieces. When his family went to the scene to claim him, they could not recognize his face.

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen were discussing when they received a call from He Xiaowen.

As soon as the call was connected, He Xiaowen's trembling voice came, "Xiao Song, have you seen the news that Guo Yongan committed suicide by jumping off a building?"

"I just saw it."

"Oh my god, I still listened to what my senior brother said, it scared me to death!"
He Xiaowen learned that she was in Shuiyunjian and wanted to find her.

Nan Song said: "Come on, I will just give you the skin care products I brought back. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, senior brother will give it to me!"

Then he hung up the phone.

"Senior brother?" Nan Song heard that two of He Xiaowen's three sentences were related to the senior brother, and her woman's intuition made her smell something fishy.

He Xiaowen came very quickly, with a white face when she walked in. She raised her hand to say hello to Yu Jinwen.

Yu Jinwen was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron and had the temperament of a good family man. He asked her friendly: "Have you eaten?"

He Xiaowen said: "No, I just came out of the studio to record, and the crew didn't care about the food. I was starving to death."

"Then I'll make more and eat together later. Is the noodles okay?"

"Okay, I'm not picky eaters."

As soon as He Xiaowen finished speaking, Nan Song glanced at her lightly and said, "Aren't you picky about food?"

She had eaten with He Xiaowen so many times, and she had never seen anyone more picky than her. She wouldn't eat spicy food, wouldn't eat anything with onions, ginger, and garlic. She wouldn't eat eggplant or tomatoes at all. She said they felt weird looking at the color. ... Qi Jingjing and Nan Song were disgusted and said: "You are the weird one!"

He Xiaowen gently turned Nan Song and whispered: "Save some face for me in front of your husband!"

Nan Song temporarily saved her some face and told Yu Jinwen about He Xiaowen's taboos. Yu Jinwen said: "It's not easy to make a living with such a pick."

He Xiaowen thought to herself: You don’t need to raise her anyway.Someone who lived with her for so long never said that she was difficult to take care of, but her senior brother said that she was like a daffodil, very delicate.

Although she admitted that she also felt depressed about it.

Rather than being a daffodil, she now hopes that she can become a weed, at least with enough vitality to survive wildfires and grow again in the spring breeze. She does not need to rely on others to live, and can thrive on her own with the sun, rain and dew. Ugly It's a bit ugly, but it's fine if you can survive.

Nan Song pulled He Xiaowen to the sofa to talk.

He Xiaowen's face was still full of shock, "You said how could he commit suicide out of fear of guilt? Isn't it still in the investigation and evidence collection stage? He jumped off the building before he was convicted. His psychological quality must be too poor. But this looks like a guilty conscience. In the private room that day, we were talking seriously about work. Who would choose a place like KTV? And it happened to hit Wang Ping's gun, tsk tsk."

She sighed with emotion as she spoke, then looked at Nan Song and asked quietly: "Do you think this matter has something to do with Wang Ping?"

As if she was afraid that the walls had ears, He Xiaowen kept her voice very low, as if she was talking about some ulterior secret.

In order to fit in with the atmosphere she created, Nan Song also lowered her voice, "I think it's very possible."

He Xiaowen's eyes suddenly widened, "Really? Then, is he doing it for me?"

Nan Song pretended to be deep in thought, "I don't know."

"Ah."

He Xiaowen responded, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, "That's right, I'm just his ex-wife, not his, so how can I have such a big face?"

Surprise flashed in Nan Song's eyes.

The He Xiaowen she knew had always been the most confident, but one day she would be so arrogant and worried about gains and losses.

Nan Song raised his hand and hit He Xiaowen on the forehead, interrupting her self-mockery.

"Ah, it hurts." He Xiaowen rubbed her forehead and frowned, "Why did you hit me?"

"It's because of your lack of confidence. Have you ever looked in the mirror and seen how beautiful you are now?" Nan Song said.

"Me? Beauty?"

He Xiaowen lowered her head and looked at her attire, which was so gray and so elegant that she could go to the vegetable market to set up a stall. She really couldn't see that she had nothing to do with the word "beauty", "Don't underestimate me." , I was so anxious this morning that I didn’t even wash my hair. It was so oily that I couldn’t see anyone, so I had no choice but to tie it up. To tell you the truth, I haven’t tied my hair like this for a long time, and my hairline has moved back an inch.”

Nan Song disagreed, "I think it looks pretty. It's a little sloppy, but it makes it look popular. It's better than just a vase."

He Xiaowen raised her eyes and looked at her, "You actually called me a vase?"

Nan Song smiled: "I praise you."

He Xiaowen wrinkled her nose. She wanted to make a fuss with Nan Song, but she quickly lost her temper. "It's okay to scold me. I've been scolded a lot recently and criticized by the director every day. Now I doubt that my voice is even good at all." It's not a human voice, but a pig's voice, so I can hum. But fortunately, I still have a senior brother to protect me and teach me some skills. What he said is right. You can't become fat by eating in one go. Take your time. Bar."

"You are a senior brother, so you are very close."

He Xiaowen didn't understand what she meant and nodded: "It's very close. We live together now."

"!"

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen, who walked over with straight faces, were shocked when they heard this.

(End of this chapter)