Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 557 Cherishing Her More Than You (1)
Jin Ziqi raised his head, and as she expected, he saw Qin Yuan in a black suit.

An all-black slim-fit suit with a white shirt inside, just like when we first met ten years later, even the hair on the sideburns and back of the neck has been carefully trimmed, his face is serious, his eyes are gloomy, and he is more dignified in his elegance .

Jin Moumou was woken up, rubbed his sleepy eyelids, pouted, "Qiqi..."

Jin Ziqi didn't seem to see Qin Yuan's handkerchief, and lowered his head to take care of his son softly. Jin Moumou squinted his eyes, found a comfortable position in her arms, and then woke up.

Seeing Qin Yuan's well-dressed appearance, the kid got up and stood between Jin Ziqi and Qin Yuan, grinning: "Uncle, it's you! Did you come to find my father?"

Qin Yuan withdrew his gaze from Jin Ziqi, and smiled at Jin, "That's right."

"Then uncle, go there, my father is there!" Jin Moumou pointed in a direction kindly.

So-and-so's words were serious, and for a while, many people around looked over.

Qin Yuan felt embarrassed, touched the head of the watermelon, and went in the direction pointed by XX.

After Qin Yuan walked away, Jin received a blow on the head.

"Jin XX, why did you lie to adults?" Jin Ziqi looked at his winking son.

Jin Moumou took his chubby paw from his head, twitched the corner of his mouth, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "Who made him stare at Qiqi all the time, besides, Dad is standing there, it's because he has bad eyesight!"

Following Jin's fingers, Jin Ziqi saw Song Qiyan standing in a corner talking to the two elders.

Is it completely opposite to the direction Qin Yuan left just now?

Jin Ziqi pretended to be serious and lectured: "You can't do this next time, you know?"

Jin Moumou nodded obediently, his big eyes were clear and innocent, and there was an indescribable sense of disobedience.

The memorial service lasted until noon, and relatives and friends came in an endless stream.

"You take XX out for something to eat, and I'll watch over here."

Su Ningxue was dressed in a black dress, her long hair neatly rolled up behind her head, and she had the posture of a very strong woman.

Jin Ziqi pulled someone up, rubbed his knees to relieve the numbness, glanced at Song Qiyan who was busy over there, and was about to take someone to eat first, when he saw Jin Zhaodong coming in from the door.

Jin Zhaodong's improvement is not very good, and the news about Qiao Xinhui's mother and daughter's troubles is also spreading in S city. As far as Jin Ziqi knows, her father has been hiding at home for three days without going out.

Seeing his father approaching, Jin Ziqi subconsciously turned to look at Su Ningxue, "Mom—"

Su Ningxue's face was light, without any displeasure or embarrassment, and she patted Jin Ziqi's shoulder.

"Your Uncle Joe has already bought food, and put it in the lounge next door. Take XX there."

Jin Ziqi's eyes turned between the two of them a few times, making sure that there would be no quarrel before he led XX away.

Seeing her daughter leaving, Su Ningxue didn't bother to pay attention to Jin Zhaodong who was walking over. She turned around, twirled three incense sticks, lit them, bowed to Song Zhiren's photo, and put the incense sticks in the incense burner.

"Ning Xue." Looking at the back of his ex-wife Xiu Tiao, Jin Zhaodong hesitated for a while before calling out.

Su Ningxue turned her head when she heard the sound, and looked at Jin Zhaodong. Although she didn't avoid it, she couldn't say anything for a while.

Some people say that divorced couples can still be friends if they really let go, but Su Ningxue thinks that she is not tolerant enough to talk about life philosophy face to face with Jin Zhaodong while drinking coffee.

Because some people will keep reminding you of some past events that you don't want to recall, and these past events are usually not pleasant memories worth recalling.

"Since you're here, let's burn the incense stick." Su Ningxue stepped aside and said lightly.

Jin Zhaodong's mind was not on burning incense at all, he looked at Su Ningxue, who had an elegant posture with her hands folded on her waist, and a sense of bitterness surged in her heart, and she didn't even know how to light the incense.

After the incense was finished, he didn't leave immediately, but hesitated on the spot, looking at her hesitantly.

How could Su Ningxue turn a blind eye to a grown-up who kept swaying under her nose?
She frowned and looked at Jin Zhaodong with complicated expressions: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Jin Zhaodong brewed his emotions before opening his mouth cautiously: "How are you doing?"

"My daughter won't be in the entertainment and gossip headlines all day long, and I don't have to hide behind. I can go to the street to buy groceries every day. I think I should have a pretty good life."

Su Ningxue's speech has always hit the nail on the head, and this time is no exception.

Jin Zhaodong suddenly couldn't raise his head in embarrassment.But he still bite the bullet, ignoring the weird gazes around him, and wanted to say a few more words to her: "Ningxue, Qiao Nan...how did he treat you, did he wrong you?"

"Jin Zhaodong, it seems that this is not something you should ask about." Su Ningxue looked at him with a little dissatisfaction, "From the moment we divorced, there is no responsibility or obligation between us, even if I live a bad life Well, I won't cry to you, and likewise, I won't care too much about your life."

Jin Zhaodong's face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone carving.

"Ningxue." An intimate call sounded from behind.

Jin Zhaodong turned his head to look, and suddenly found Qiao Nan standing behind him at some point.

Different from Jin Zhaodong's black and blue face after the astonishment, Qiao Nan stepped forward, "Jin Dong, are you here to pay homage to Song Lao too?" He looked normal, and nodded gracefully at Jin Zhaodong.

Jin Zhaodong's hands unconsciously clenched into fists, opened them again, and clenched them again. His throat felt like a fishbone was stuck, and he couldn't lift it up or swallow it. After a long time, he uttered the sentence " talk.

"Why can't I be here? I'm Ziqi's father, Qiyan's father-in-law!"

Qiao Nan frowned, Jin Zhaodong's hostility was too obvious for him to ignore.

"Jin Zhaodong, if you want to quarrel, please go out. This is a memorial service, not a vegetable market."

Su Ningxue stood in front of Qiao Nan, blocking Jin Zhaodong's angry and jealous eyes.

Looking at Su Ningxue's protection of Qiao Nan, Jin Zhaodong's heart was about to bleed, and he almost gritted his teeth, and asked indignantly, "Su Ningxue, why did he come here?"

Qiao Nan squinted slightly, watching Jin Zhaodong lose control of his emotions, but he didn't rush forward to fight impulsively.

After all, it is not the time to be young and frivolous...

Qiao Nan thought about it, and couldn't help but put a smile on his lips. In Jin Zhaodong's eyes, it was a provocative irony!
Jin Zhaodong couldn't suppress his anger for a while, and he was about to step forward.

"Jin Zhaodong, do you think you are still 17 years old and full of blood?"

(End of this chapter)