Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Shen Nuo was packing things in the living room. When she heard the noise coming from the kitchen, she suddenly got up and went to the kitchen.

Seeing the big boy bending down to pick up the broken pieces of the plate with his bare hands, her eyelids jumped and she hurriedly said: "Don't move!"

When Shen Rui heard her voice, his expression froze and he raised his head to look at her, his eyes a little dodgey, his eyes full of guilt.

"Sister," he said, "I didn't mean it."

After a pause, he said a little aggrievedly and innocently: "It's too slippery, I can't hold it steady."

Shen Nuo rubbed his brows tiredly and said weakly, "Leave it alone, I'll take care of it."

Shen Rui pursed his lips, a little unwillingly: "I can do it well."

Shen Nuo sighed, took his hand and asked him to walk around the pile of plate fragments.

"Yes, you can make it, but I only have these few plates. Don't break them all for me. Then I have to go to the supermarket to buy them."

Shen Rui felt aggrieved: "It was just an accident."

"Well, unexpected, I believe you, you go out first."

With that said, Shen Nuo pushed him out, closed the sliding door, and locked the big boy out.

Shen Rui wanted to scratch the door, staring at the pile of debris on the ground with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, as if the pile of debris had a grudge against him.

Shen Nuo turned around as if feeling something, but Shen Rui quickly withdrew his gaze, looking helpless like a pitiful little white fox.

Shen Nuo pointed to the sofa and asked him to go over and do it. Shen Rui pursed his lips and didn't want to move. Shen Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly, so he reluctantly walked over and did it.

Shen Nuo swept up the broken pieces of the dishes and put them into the trash can, then washed the dishes quickly and walked out of the kitchen quickly.

At this moment, Shen Rui was still worried about throwing the dishes and muttered in a low voice: "I know how to wash the dishes."

His voice was so low that Shen Nuo couldn't hear what he was saying, so she glanced at him lightly: "What are you mumbling about?"

Shen Rui immediately sat upright: "No."

Shen Nuo sat opposite him, staring straight at him with a pair of clear eyes that made him feel hairy all over.

He finally couldn't help but say: "Sister, don't stare at me like this. Just ask what you want to know, and I will tell you everything I know."

Shen Nuo chuckled softly: "How long has it been?"

Shen Rui pretended to be stupid: "How long has it been? Sister, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Pretending to be stupid, right?" Shen Nuo nodded: "Okay, then I'll be more straightforward. How long have you and Mo Yu crossed the line? If you don't understand, I'll be more straightforward. How long have you and him been on good terms? "

Shen Rui fell silent, glanced at her, and whispered: "Sister, you still understand this."

Shen Nuo glanced at him: "Don't interrupt me and answer my questions head on."

Shen Rui pursed his lips and pulled his hair a little irritably.

"It's a long story."

"Then let's make a long story short." Shen Nuo said expressionlessly, "Or you can let Mo Yu do the talking."

Let him speak, I still don’t know what he will say.

Shen Rui cursed secretly in his heart, knowing that he couldn't escape, he sighed softly and chose to confess.

It wasn't that he didn't want to confess, it was just that he was caught off guard and didn't know how to start.

After thinking about it, he started narrating from the night he met Mo Yu.

The first time he saw Mo Yu was in a dark alley.

It was already late at night, and Country M was always deserted late at night. It was full of dangers and excitements. Robberies, shootings, rapes... These frightening experiences for ordinary people are not uncommon in Country M, especially in the dark night when evil thoughts breed. .

Shen Rui walked carelessly on the street, taking the road he usually walked most often. The deserted streets were filled with eerie silence, but it was the most comfortable environment for Shen Rui.

However, as soon as he entered the alley, a gun was pressed against his forehead and his temple, and a low and hoarse male voice sounded in his ears: "Don't move."

This was not the first time Shen Rui encountered this situation. His almond-shaped eyes narrowed and his hand in his pocket moved slightly.

The next second, he grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand and kicked the man hard with his legs.

The man was very skilled and quickly dodged. Shen Rui raised his hand and aimed the gun between the man's eyebrows, and the man's gun was also aimed at his.

Reflecting the faint moonlight, Shen Rui saw the man's cold and handsome face. His dark eyes seemed to blend into the moonlight. The emotions in his eyes were so cold that there was no trace of warmth. The look he looked at him It's like looking at a dead person.

He didn't look like someone from the M country, but rather like a Chinese mixed-race person. He was handsome and outstanding, and there was an aura of nobility and coldness about him that was cold to the core, which made Shen Rui involuntarily stunned.

It was during this moment of confusion that the man kicked the pistol out of his hand, pulled his hand down and clasped it behind his back, whispering in his ear: "Don't move, I won't hurt you."

Shen Rui's movement to resist stopped and he narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

"Take me away."

Shen Rui was stunned: "What did you say?"

Did he hear it correctly?

The man's voice repeated again: "Take me away."

Shen Rui frowned. Just as he was about to say whether there was something wrong with you, he saw the man behind him pressing down on him like a big mountain.

Before he fainted, he only said one sentence: "Save me or die."

Shen Rui was so pressed by him that he almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Only then did he notice the smell of blood in the air, and the strongest smell of blood came from behind him.

Shen Rui's face changed slightly. She wanted to leave the man and run away, but she was afraid that if the man was really dead, she would be in big trouble.

After all, the identity of the person who could say what he just said must not be simple.

But what if you save him and make his enemies?

Countless thoughts flashed through Shen Rui's mind, and finally the man's handsome and cold face and his cold snow-like eyes came into his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and brought him back to his apartment by accident.

The man was shot twice, one in the abdomen and one in the shoulder. Shen Rui had learned how to treat gunshot wounds and had emergency medicine at home. But he remembered that the man had put a gun to his head just now. He snorted and just gave him the treatment. He stopped the bleeding and did nothing else. He just left him in the living room and went back to rest.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw the living room was brightly lit, and the man was dealing with his gunshot wound expressionlessly. With a "clang", he dug out the bullet and threw it on the ground. Then the man took out disinfectant and started to debridement the wound. .

The man said nothing and did not blink. Only the little bit of sweat on his forehead proved that he could feel the pain.

Shen Rui frowned and all his drowsiness disappeared. He strode up to the man and took the disinfectant from the man's hand.

The man himself didn't have much strength, so he looked at him expressionlessly when he took the thing from his hand.

Shen Rui's face looked a little sad: "You didn't use anesthesia?"

The man's thin lips moved slightly: "Not found."