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

Chapter 238 Let’s spend Chinese Valentine’s Day together

The moment he raised his eyes and saw Yu Jinwen, Nan Song's brain was blown away by the cold wind.

In this trance, she suddenly remembered the period after he recovered from high paraplegia. Mr. Yu, who had returned to work at Yushi, was very busy and flew everywhere. Every time the plane landed, no matter how late, she would go to the airport to pick him up.

Not only was he worried that his newly recovered body would not be able to hold on, but he was also worried that his mental state would not be able to adapt to such a high-intensity work.

However, Yu Jinwen could not understand her worries and did not want her to pick him up at the airport.

Later, she could only wait at home.

At that time, a palace battle series was being aired on TV. You could watch it no matter which channel you tuned to. She was sitting in the living room, watching the actor say with tears, "Have you ever tried waiting from dark until dawn?" ?”

Whether it was the actor's performance that was too contagious or the lines that were too heart-wrenching, tears covered her face inexplicably while watching the TV.

That was the first time Nan Song shed tears since his parents died.

Maybe at that time, she felt that her marriage, which existed in name only, was more sad than a bloody TV series.

The concubine who was no longer favored in the harem was still favored by the emperor occasionally, but she, a wealthy wife who lived in the new era, actually lived worse than a concubine in the feudal dynasty.

At that time, she never thought that one day Yu Jinwen would divorce her.

What's more, she didn't expect that after the divorce, he would come to pick her up at the airport.

The difference is that she has gone from Mrs. Yu, who only had eyes for men, to the eldest daughter of the Nan family who only cares about her career and money.

How ridiculous.

In a brief moment of trance, Yu Jinwen had already walked towards her, his tone was very natural and familiar, "Coming?"

Su Rui and Bai Luyu followed Nan Song and stood silently beside her. They both looked at Yu Jinwen coldly, their eyes colder than the other, like two guardian angels.

Compared to their cold postures, Nan Song's behavior was much more decent. He stretched out his hand to Yu Jinwen and said, "Mr. Yu, long time no see."

Yu Jinwen's expression froze and he paused slightly.

After not seeing each other for a few days, why was her attitude towards him becoming more and more polite and cold?

Unable to let her hand hang in the air, Yu Jinwen stretched out his hand, shook it with hers, and called softly, "Mr. Nan."

After a brief shake of hands, Nan Song took his hand back and introduced him, "Mr. Yu, the seventh young master of the Bai family, already knows him. This is Dr. Su Rui from Messouli. This time he came to Beicheng for private matters."

Yu Jinwen nodded slightly to Bai Luyu, and extended his hand to Su Rui, "Dr. Su, I have long admired your name."

Su Rui's hand dropped to his side, with no intention of extending it.

He just said lightly: "I have seen you. At that time, you were still using a cane, and Xiao Song was following you, watching nervously, ready to support you at any time. It seems that you have fully recovered now."

I don't know if the wind at the airport was too cold, but Yu Jinwen felt a cold air penetrate into his heart. It was so cold that his hands and feet were numb and his face turned pale.

He quietly retracted his hand, forced a smile on his lips, and looked down at Nan Song.

"Yes. I can recover to what I am now, thanks to Xiao Song's careful care."

Nan Song was most taboo about mentioning the past, so he turned away and helped Nan Sancai down the ladder, walked out of Beicheng Airport step by step, and got into the high-end business car arranged by Yu Jinwen.

Yu Jinwen arranged for Nan Sancai to stay in a five-star hotel owned by the Yu family. However, Nan Sancai did not want to stay in the hotel, but went directly to Wen Jingyi's residence.

He couldn't wait to see his old friends and take a look at the pile of broken jade fragments.

After sending the old man there, Nan Song greeted Wen Jingyi, left the bodyguard behind, got in the car again, and followed Yu Jinwen to Yu Mansion to catch the child.

On the way there, the commercial vehicle was replaced by two luxury cars.Both the driver's seat and the passenger seat were occupied, so the four people had to sit separately.

Yu Jinwen first invited Su Rui and Bai Luyu to get into the car at the back, and then invited Nan Song to get into the car in front.

Bai Luyu was afraid that Nan Song would be embarrassed, and even more afraid that Yu Jinwen had bad intentions. He originally wanted to change things with Nan Song, but Nan Song said no, "I happen to have some business matters, and I want to talk to Mr. Yu."

Rather than being coy and awkward and causing embarrassment to both parties, it's better to be open and honest. They are a divorced couple, and they are not a man stealing a woman.

After getting in the car, Nan Song was the first to speak, "The children at home are ignorant and are bothering Mr. Yu."

Yu Jinwen turned his head and glanced at her, "Xiao Song, don't be so polite to me."

Nan Song just said this politely and started talking about the racecourse. Yu Jinwen didn't go to the racecourse last time. She and Fu Yu decided on the matter. The opening plan is tentatively scheduled for Valentine's Day, Chinese Valentine's Day, to bring good luck.

Yu Jinwen nodded lightly, "Qixi, that's fine. I have no objection."

"That's settled then."

After that, there was nothing left to say.

Speaking of Chinese Valentine's Day, Yu Jinwen was a little startled.

He is not sensitive to festivals and the like, and only remembers one Mid-Autumn Festival and one Spring Festival every year, because the two elders of the Yu family attach great importance to these two days. No matter how busy they are, they always want to go home and reunite the family.

In his impression, he and Nan Song had been married for three years and had never spent Chinese Valentine's Day together, but he vaguely remembered that every year on Chinese Valentine's Day, there would always be an extra bouquet of yellow roses at home.

Not red roses, but yellow roses, placed in a vase, with every petal, branch and leaf opening to perfection.

Dewdrops condensed on it, each one so crystal clear.

Even he, who doesn't know much about flowers and doesn't really like them, finds them beautiful.

He thought Nan Song had trimmed it himself.

But one time, he asked the housekeeper if the flowers were bought by his wife. The housekeeper told him, "It seems to be airlifted from abroad. This type of rose is the best rose. It is not available in China. It has to be shipped all the way. At most, it is just a flower." It can be driven for three days.”

At that time, he actually had a seed of doubt in his heart. After all, how could his wife, a little girl from a rural area, receive yellow roses sent from abroad?
"This year's Chinese Valentine's Day..."

In the quiet carriage, Yu Jinwen's deep voice suddenly sounded, "How are you going to live?"

Nan Song was slightly startled, and it took her a moment to realize that he was asking her.

He raised his head and met a pair of deep eyes.

Just now, she was also thinking about how she spent the Chinese Valentine's Day in the past.

Her mother, Ms. Luo Yin, is a person who pays great attention to rituals. Every Chinese Valentine's Day, her father will order a bouquet of yellow roses for her mother from abroad. There are no varieties available in China, so she can only ask her eldest father and eldest brother to help get them from country Y. Air freight back.

At that time, she felt that her mother had so many things to do and was even more difficult to take care of than Concubine Yang who loved to eat lychees.

But after she got married, she realized that her mother had really made a fortune and was able to marry a good man who would rather seek help from his love rival than make his wife smile.

Fortunately, my eldest brother has continued this tradition and will send a bouquet of yellow roses every Chinese Valentine's Day to commemorate his mother and comfort her.

Nan Song looked cold and said, "I didn't plan on it."

Yu Jinwen looked at her deeply, his throat was slightly choked, and he seemed to have summoned up great courage to speak slowly.

"Xiao Song, let's spend this year's Chinese Valentine's Day together."

(End of this chapter)