gossip wife

Chapter 389

Qin Meixuan pursed her lips, and said in a cold and angry tone, "No need, I can go out by myself." After speaking, she tossed her head and turned around neatly, her car was waiting at the door of Quan's house.

Now only Quan Yuming was left standing where he was, wiping one hand in his trouser pocket, looking at Qin Meixuan's straight back with a sense of arrogance, he slowly bent into a secretive smile.

From the study room of the main house, you can see the scene at the gate. The old man is sitting in a wheelchair, and through the window, you can see the young men and women at the gate.

Uncle Ji brought the hand warmer: "Master, hold this hand warmer to warm up."

The old man nodded slightly, Uncle Ji lifted the blanket covering Quan Qi's body, put the hand warmer into his hand, and tucked the blanket back up again. He followed the old man's gaze and saw the eldest young master and Miss Qin family standing the place to go.

"I haven't seen you for many years. Miss Qin's family has grown into an elegant and beautiful girl." Uncle Ji sighed slightly, as if time had dyed their hair white in the blink of an eye, and these juniors had grown up.

Quan Qi half-closed his eyes, with a sigh: "It's really grown up."

Uncle Ji looked at the old man and then turned his gaze to the people below. He had to say that Miss Qin and their young master were very eye-catching when standing together. In the early years, the two families also had the intention of letting the two young people walk together. It's just that no one pointed it out.

Unexpectedly, things are tricky, now that their young master is looking for Su Zhixuan, it seems that Miss Qin's family has no chance.

Then the two saw Quan Ye taking Su Zhixuan away, Qin Meixuan left alone with a displeased face, the old man sighed lightly, and shook his head: "Is this kid really sure about this woman?"

Uncle Ji calmed down slightly: "Master thinks that Su Zhixuan and the young master are compatible?" Anyway, he didn't think Su Zhixuan was worthy.

"Whether you deserve it or not is up to others, and the relationship depends on the parties involved. However, this Su Zhixuan...it's hard to say." Quan Qi pondered, the meaning of these words was unclear, and even Uncle Ji couldn't figure out how the old man felt about Su Zhixuan. What is the attitude.

Soon, the people below all left, Quan Qi closed his eyes, kicked the heater in his arms, this winter was getting colder and colder, and he also knew that his body was getting more and more unbearable.

In my memory, when my wife was still alive, she always liked to make soup for him to warm up in winter. His current diet is prepared by a nutritionist, and even the soup has a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

That day he drank a bowl of soup made by Su Zhixuan in the hospital, which instantly aroused his taste buds. The soup his wife made for him was just ordinary soup without the smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

He wanted to drink the soup made by Su Zhixuan, not because it was delicious, but because he missed that taste, the memory of a deceased person.

Quan Ye held Su Zhixuan's hand firmly and walked back to his yard. The tall man walked in front, and she walked behind him, lowering her head slightly to look at the road under her feet. She didn't know what she was thinking, she was too preoccupied, So much so that the man in front stopped suddenly and she bumped into him without noticing.

Quan Ye had already turned around, so Su Zhixuan directly bumped into the man's broad and strong chest, and there was a thud. She wrinkled her eyes and nose in pain, looked up at him suspiciously, and met his overly deep eyes. She had no doubts yet. When she asked, the man suddenly grabbed the back of her head, bent down and kissed her lips.

Su Zhixuan was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, and when she felt his lips wrapped around hers, she finally resisted a little. She didn't forget that this was the Quan family, that they were outside, and that someone would pass by and see them at any time.

(End of this chapter)