Hidden ex-husband, you are not worthy

The man smiled slightly and replied very politely, "Yes."

"That gentleman sent you."

The man pointed to the transparent window next to Huamo.

Hua Mo turned his head subconsciously, and after seeing Luo Qi standing in front of a white Bentley in a light gray suit, he was stunned for half a second.

He quickly took out his phone and sent Luo Qi a message.

Hua Mo: This flower is
Luo Qi: It's almost time to celebrate your good feet. In addition, your hair is so beautiful and full of flavor. It suits you very well. You look beautiful today.

Hua Mo held his phone in silence for half a second before continuing to reply to Luo Qi's message.

Hua Mo: Thank you very much.

Luo Qi: As long as you like it, I have to go to work in a hurry. I just came out to do some errands and I didn't expect to see you, so I won't bother you.

Hua Mo pursed her lips slightly, looked at the red rose in front of her, and fell into deep thought.

In fact, she has grown up so much that she has never received a few bouquets of flowers.

This is the first time she has received red roses.

Her first bouquet of flowers was given by her mother, and later her brother Hua An also gave her flowers, but no other men gave her flowers.

She didn't go out much since she was a child, she was introverted and didn't like to talk, and she dressed in a rustic way. She didn't even have many friends at school, let alone being chased by others.

the other side.

Xiaomei and Helian Lang fought each other all the way back with vegetables.

Seeing the red rose on the table at a glance, Xiaomei immediately cried out in surprise, "Wow! Red rose! Young mistress, who gave you this! Could it be the young master!"

After speaking, Xiaomei regretted it.

The young master hates the young mistress so much, how could he give the young mistress flowers.

Hua Mo smiled lightly, "A gift from a friend."

"Put the dishes on the table." Hua Mo took down the bouquet of roses and put them on the side.

Helian Lang looked at it, feeling a little apprehensive, and couldn't help asking sourly, "Which friend! Do you have many friends? These are roses, and roses are only given between lovers."

To be honest, he sent out quite a few.

Generally, when chasing girls, they will send a bouquet of roses, which can usually quickly capture a woman's heart.

So, is this someone chasing Huamo?

Xiaomei was not happy after hearing this, "Who said that roses can only be sent between lovers, but also between friends!"

Helian Lang ignored Xiaomei and kept staring at Hua Mo.

Hua Mo didn't speak, and lowered his head to eat the food in his bowl.

He didn't notice the pair of deep eyes staring at her inside the Porsche outside the window.

Lin Shen sat in the front seat and drove. Seeing his boss staring out the window, he couldn't help but take a look. Then he saw Hua Mo, and subconsciously turned to Song Hanqing and said, "Mr. Song, isn't that young mistress?"

"The ones sitting across from her are Xiaomei and the young man from Helian's family, right? This Helian Lang is quite romantic, and he even sent flowers to the young mistress. I am very happy to see the young mistress! It seems that she is fine."

"But! Why did she cut her hair short! I think young mistress should look better with long hair, Mr. Song, do you think so?"

As soon as Lin Shen turned his head, he saw that Song Hanqing's face had turned black into a black stone.

Lin Shen felt chills down his back, coughed twice, and hurriedly remedied, "But that rose is too ugly, young mistress should just do it to save face!"

Song Hanqing clenched his cheeks tightly, and gave Lin Shen a hard look.

Lin Shen's eyebrows twitched, and he continued to explain, "I think young master Helian is sitting with Miss Xiaomei! Maybe it's just a chance encounter."

"Drive!" Song Hanqing closed the folder in his hand and said in a cold voice.

Lin Shen hurriedly continued driving.

Song Hanqing leaned on his back and closed his eyes to doze off, and the image of Hua Mo's lips curled up kept appearing in his mind. She was fairly good-looking, but her short hair actually made her more gentle and cute, but since he knew her, she had always had long hair , Why do you want to cut your hair short all of a sudden?

Song Hanqing thought for a while, then took out a document from the side and flipped through it, his pupils suddenly constricted.

Sure enough, it was related to Luo Qi.

Luo Qi's ex-girlfriend, Zhuge Bing'er, has short hair!

This dead woman!
Song Hanqing gritted his teeth angrily, closed the file folder angrily, and threw the file aside.

Hua Mo's little mei He Lianlang and the others returned to Yunshui Bay after eating.

Originally, the two of them didn't want Helian Lang to give it to them, but Helian Lang insisted, so they didn't say anything.

Back in Yunshui Bay, Hua Mo's swollen feet, which were like bread, had begun to slowly subside. Taking the medicine he brought from Jiang Ji, Hua Mo went upstairs to rest.

She didn't really want to sleep, so she asked Xiaomei to push her to the study, where she randomly found a book to read on the sofa.

The book is a storybook, but Hua Mo read it with relish, and accidentally fell asleep.

Song Hanqing came back to Yunshuiwan Villa and saw this scene just in time.

Hua Mo was wearing a lotus root white sweater, her slender body was huddled in the corner of the sofa, it looked like a small lump, her fair skin shone brightly in the sun, as if it had been highlighted, and her hands Holding a storybook, her hair looks a little messy, and the whole person looks elegant and cute with a little playfulness.

Song Hanqing held his breath lightly, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket by accident, and took a picture of this scene.

At this moment, he never expected that in the near future, this photo would become the only thing he could miss Hua Mo.

Hua Mo didn't sleep well, and kept yelling words like "don't" and "help".

Song Hanqing frowned, and walked forward slowly.

Probably the heavy footsteps woke Hua Mo up.

Hua Mo opened his eyes, met Song Hanqing's deep eyes, and was awakened instantly, holding the book and staring at him again and again.

"Go upstairs and go to sleep."

Song Hanqing's voice was still a bit cold.

Hua Mo's brows were beating, and he looked at Song Hanqing with a puzzled face.

Didn't they agree that the Yunshuiwan villa belonged to her when they divorced? Why is it so difficult now that she feels like she is dependent on others.

Hua Mo took a deep breath, supported her body and moved, and found that her wheelchair had just been pushed away by Song Hanqing, and she couldn't reach it at the moment, so she couldn't help frowning, and wanted to call Xiaomei.

But Xiaomei didn't know where she went, and she disappeared at all.

Song Hanqing stared at her with lowered eyes, and instantly understood her predicament, bent down directly, and hugged her by the waist.

"Ah!" Hua Mo panicked, "What are you doing!"

Song Hanqing didn't speak, and went upstairs with Hua Mo in his arms. When he reached the stairs, he squinted at the roses in the vase, and his pupils shrank.

It's just a bouquet of broken roses, which is quite precious!

I don't know!
Song Hanqing pushed his cheeks vigorously, glanced at the woman who was huddled in his arms with cold eyes, but looked at him warily, and squeezed the hand holding her tightly.