QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Petite ex-wife x ascetic husband (2)

It's twelve o'clock at midnight.

With a click, the door opened. Liu Qinming squinted his eyes and looked around. The silent, dark living room was like a black hole that could suck people in.

After a pause, Liu Qinming put on slippers, and unexpectedly saw the women's shoes neatly arranged.

She hasn't left yet?

Liu Qinming was taken aback for a moment. He thought he wanted to divorce as she was so determined, and he could not wait to leave the house after signing the agreement.

Taking off his coat, Liu Qinming walked to the bedroom, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a big bag bulging in a place on the wide bed.

Liu Qinming couldn't figure out what Tang Rouya was thinking. He took the pajamas in his hands and went to the bathroom in the room to take a shower.

The moment Liu Qinming walked in, Tang Yarou felt it. She heard the sound of him taking off his clothes, the sound of running water from the bathroom, and the sound of him washing his hair with shampoo...

After a while, Tang Yarou heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened again. Then, the quilt on the other side of the bed was lifted, and the area was sunken.

He went to bed...

Tang Yarou is on the left and Liu Qinming is on the right. There is enough distance between two people to lie down, like an insurmountable gap.

Slowly, Tang Yarou began to move, rubbing the quilt with rustling noises.

Then a soft female touched the man's back.

Liu Qinming's relaxed body immediately tightened, and Tang Yarou felt his stiffness, and her small, soft hands were gently resting on his waist.

"sorry……"

A slender and inaudible voice came from behind, if it weren't for the quietness of the bedroom, it might be overlooked.

"I... I shouldn't mention... I shouldn't mention divorce..." Tang Yarou's voice became louder, with a little cowardice and caution.

"I'm not...want to divorce...you...always say nothing...do you hate me..."

As she spoke, Tang Yarou's mouth collapsed, her watery eyes were already moist, she couldn't help sucking her nose.

Liu Qinming sighed in his heart, turned around, and glanced at her. That cute little face was full of tears at the moment, and her delicate nose was red from crying because of grievances. Hao Fang bit his red lips, that uncomfortable appearance, no matter how angry he was, it was gone at the moment.

Liu Qinming sat up straight and turned on the table lamp beside the bed. In the dark bedroom, the warm yellow light illuminates the bedside.

He lifted the quilt and walked out of the bed, Tang Yarou watched him go out of the bedroom.

The tears seemed to be unstoppable, and crazily flowed out of those eyes.

One minute is as long as a year.

When Liu Qinming returned to the room again, she saw Tang Yarou crying worse, her hair and collar wetted with tears, her whole body sobbed.

He frowned tightly, and walked to Tang Yarou in a few strides, raised her head, and carefully wiped her face with the tissue he had brought from outside the door.

"Don't cry, I didn't hate you." His voice was hoarse, and he put his arms around her in his arms and whispered.

Tang Yarou looked up at him, charmingly and timidly: "Really...?"

"Really." Liu Qinming put a hot towel on her eyes, and said, "Tomorrow the eyes should be swollen."

After tossing in the middle of the night, the two of them took a rest.

When she woke up again, Tang Yarou found that the bed was empty, touched the bed, it was cold, and she seemed to have been away for a long time.

She got up and cleaned herself. After eating, Tang Yarou ran to Liu Qinming's study, turned on his computer, and entered a forum address.

Tang Yarou doesn't have to go to work. She has several office buildings under her name, and the monthly rent is enough for ordinary people to live for a year. Bored on weekdays, she chats in online forums.

She opened a post #Make her husband angry, how to do to let him calm down#