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

Chapter 41

On the way back, Nan Song sat in the back seat and pursed her lips tightly, saying nothing.

The air pressure in the car is extremely low.

Gu Heng drove the car himself, holding the steering wheel with caution, fearing that the car would drive unsteadily and shake the Boss, causing him to suffer disaster.

He has followed Nan Song for so many years and knows her temper.

If she is blaming someone in a long way, it means that she is not angry; but if she is silent like now, it means that she is sulking in her heart and holding her breath. Don't get involved easily at this time, because whoever bumps into you will be unlucky.

When they arrived at the rose garden, Gu Heng got out of the car and opened the door. Nan Song got out of the car and said calmly: "Go back and have a rest early. Pick me up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Gu Heng responded, looked at Nan Song's face, and then added something uneasy, "Mr. Nan, I know you are unhappy. How about I contact Mr. Yu and send those four enamel colors to you?" Did you buy the small bowl at a high price?"

Nan Song frowned and looked at him coolly, "Are you free?"

Gu Heng shook his head desperately and said, "I was wrong."

Fortunately, Nan Song didn't argue with him.

Watching Nan Song enter the house, Gu Heng breathed a long sigh of relief and slapped his mouth in annoyance, "I told you to talk too much."

It wasn't until Gu Heng drove away that a black car slowly drove forward and stopped on the long street facing the entrance of the rose garden.

The car window was lowered, revealing Yu Jinwen's calm and profound face.

"Is this Nanjiazhuang?"

His voice was particularly cool in this night.

"Yes." He Zhao responded, looked at the information found on the tablet, and repeated to Yu Jinwen, "This place used to be a very famous rose garden in Nancheng, and was later bought by Nanning Song...oh, my wife's father for a lot of money. It was moved down and transformed into Nanjiazhuang, also called Rose Garden.”

Yu Jinwen said a faint "hmm" and couldn't help but look into the distance. Among so many rooms with lights on, which one is where she lives?
He seemed to be able to imagine what her room looked like. It must be in warm colors. The room was filled with the fragrance of roses, clean and clear, and filled with the atmosphere of home.

I don't know why, but I feel a little longing and full of regret.

After raising the car window, Yu Jinwen said, "Let's go."

He Zhao was slightly startled, "Mr. Yu, don't you want to give the small bowl to the wife to calm her down?"

Yu Jinwen raised his eyes and glanced at him coolly, "Do you think I can coax her well?"

He Zhao thought for a while and told the truth, "I don't think so."

Although my wife used to be very good-tempered, the current wife is no longer the same as before. Even though she is smiling, people can still feel the seriousness under her smile, which is very scary.

And based on their boss Yu's irritating behavior today, he felt that his wife had shown great accomplishment by not punching Mr. Yu directly.

But there is also a saying that mourning is greater than death.

It's not that I'm not angry, I'm just too lazy to care.

Yu Jinwen was choked by He Zhao, pursed his lips, and said coldly: "Then you still ask."

He Zhaodao: "Mr. Yu, based on my limited experience as a person who has been there, all these women need to be coaxed. Whether you can coax well or not is a matter of ability, but not coaxing is a matter of attitude."

Yu Jinwen narrowed his eyes, "Then do you think there is something wrong with my attitude?"

Feeling the chill coming to his face, He Zhao quickly regained his desire to live and smiled, "Don't dare. You have no problem at all. It's all the fault of these four small bowls. I made my wife so angry."

Yu Jinwen turned his head and looked at the four small bowls. These were enamel bowls made in the Kangxi year. Anyone who is interested in antiques and can tell that they are genuine will not miss them easily.

He didn't expect Nan Song to compete with him.

However, the Nan family is also a family that is rich in jewelry, and may also have some research on antiques. Could it be that she also sees the value of these four small bowls?
Then why didn't she fight him to the end?

There were more and more questions in his heart. Yu Jinwen rubbed his brows helplessly, feeling that he was almost confused. "Let's go."

Yu Jinwen looked outside again. There was only so much time to come and he would always know the answer.

……

Nan Song returned to the room, closed the door, and took a shower.

The moment the hot water sprayed down, Nan Song couldn't hold it back anymore and let out a very short "Ah", but it also let out the anger in her heart.

She was very upset because of the four small bowls that were easily available but were lost in vain.

After taking a bath, Nan Song walked out in a bathrobe, covered in mist, and sat in front of the dressing table to apply skin care.

Her room is very simple, black, white and gray, with all the lamps in metallic colors. It has a light industrial and cool style, which is completely different from the style of her previous bedroom in Yu Mansion.

At that time, she also tried her best to create a kind of family warmth, thinking that Yu Jinwen would like a good wife type of woman, but it was completely useless. He didn't step into the master bedroom a few times throughout the year.

Women sometimes lose themselves if they think too much from a man's perspective, and men don't appreciate everything they think they have given. In the end, they just moved themselves.

The bell rang and Bai Qi called, "I just finished my work and I'm exhausted."

"Yeah." Nan Song wiped body lotion on her arms, feeling gloomy, like a robot that had run out of electricity.

Seeing her mournful look, Bai Luyu smiled and said, "Are you still feeling sorry for those four small bowls?"

Nan Song beat his heart twice and lamented, "It's my fault that I couldn't control myself. I was too eager and too confident. Next time I encounter such a good thing, I have to say hello to the seller in advance. I can't do this. Bid openly with others.”

She is still too young, and would be easily impatient when meeting a colleague like Yu Jinwen who is very sophisticated and knows how to judge.

"It's good to know how to reflect, but it's not entirely your fault that you missed the opportunity tonight."

Bai Luyu comforted her, and then said: "If you really feel sorry for me, I will send someone to snatch the things from Yu Jinwen's hands, just in time to beat him up and vent your anger. Don't worry, put on the sack, you won't let it go He knows who did it.”

Nan Song glanced at him sideways, "Is this the idea that my second brother gave you?"

Bai Luyu was startled, "Is it so obvious?"

Nan Song rolled her eyes at him and said: "There's no need for this. Dad told me that playing with antiques is fun, and you don't have to be too concerned about gains and losses. I'm lucky to get it. If you can't get it, it means that the object has no fate with you. Taking it away may not be a good thing."

"Okay, you are an expert in antiques, I don't understand."

Bai Luyu chatted with her for a few more words and then ended the conversation.

Nansong's skin care is always careful and delicate. She applies body lotion all over the body, even the feet. This process is also very healing.

After taking care of my skin and drying my hair, I felt calmer.

After reading for a while, he was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep. There was a knock on the door, and Nanya's voice came, "Nan Song, open the door for me! I know you are at home! You have the ability to rob a man, you have the ability to open the door." ah!"

"..."

Nan Song frowned. Was he possessed by Wang Xueqin?
She pulled on her slippers and walked over to open the door, and what she saw was Nanya's red face, smelling of alcohol.

Nan Song slapped his nose in disgust, "How much have you drunk?"

"Leave me alone!"

Nanya was indeed drunk. She was swaying as she stood there. Her round little face was as red as a tomato. The left side of her face was redder than the right, and there were obvious finger marks on it.

Nan Song opened her face and looked at the slap mark, then squinted her eyes and said, "Is this slapped by Qin Jiangyuan?"

(End of this chapter)