After Pregnancy, I Divorced the Actor

At around four o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Yan Yu was soaking in the lake in the small enchantment, holding his mobile phone, watching for a while, sighing, and watching for a while, sighing again.

On the screen was the chat interface between her and Qi Yan last night.

y: Address: Building 16, Liuye District

Eucalyptus wants a small amount of money: Received!

y: Shall I send someone to pick you up?

Eucalyptus wants a small amount of money: No need, I will do it myself~

y: OK, I will be home at 5:00 p.m., about 6:00 p.m. tomorrow?

Eucalyptus wants small money: ok [ok.jpg]

Chat ends here.

The Liuye district he was talking about was a well-known villa district, and the people in it were either rich or noble. This place name, she knows where it is as a copper coin grass who has been living in the barrier for three years and confinement with a baby.

Qi Yan didn't live here before, but when she married him, he had just entered the entertainment industry, had no money at all, and his career was in its infancy.

The two lived in the residential building he rented, and now it's not what it used to be.

Yan Yu shook his head and got up from the lake.

At this point, he had to leave, otherwise he would be late, and she had to buy him lemons and bitter melons.

She combed her hair facing the lake, then turned her head and explained to the two children playing with the rooster: "Mengmeng, cool, mommy is going out for a while."

She talked about this matter with the two children last night, so the two babies didn't say anything, nodded obediently and said, "Okay, goodbye, mom."

Yan Yu left this enchantment and began to buy lemons and bitter melons.

She has been in this area for three years, and she is basically familiar with it.

This is the old city, most of the houses are old buildings, and the bluestone brick alleys are well developed in all directions. Residents are either grandparents and old ladies in their seventies and eighties, or office workers who want to save rent, and there are some gangsters who don't do their jobs properly.

There are all kinds of people and horses. The most important thing is that there is a vegetable market not far away.

It is quite lively inside, not only selling vegetables, but also selling fruits.

And it's extremely cheap! Cheap!

Although Yan Eucalyptus has nearly 300,000 deposits in his account, there are still four seeds that have not germinated, so save as much as you can.

She asked the stalls one by one, chose the cheapest one, bought a catty of lemon and bitter melon each, carried two plastic bags, got on the subway, took the bus, and arrived just ten minutes before six o'clock.

Qi Yan had greeted the guard in advance, Yan Yu went all the way unimpeded, arrived outside his house, and rang the doorbell.

When the doorbell rang, Qi Yan was in the backyard of the villa, looking at the pool of withered money grass.

When he came back yesterday, he immediately put down the money grass that Yan An had picked.

It used to be another batch of copper money grass raised here, which was quite popular with him on weekdays. It's a pity that there is no harm without comparison. Compared with the batch of copper coins brought back from Nanmu Township, the original batch is not enough.

So Qi Yan fished out all the original ones, randomly threw them in the soil of the backyard, and let them fend for themselves. And the care that brought Nanmu Township back was planted.

The water quality of this pool is very good, the color is slightly green, and there are fish swimming leisurely below.

It stands to reason that a vigorous plant like copper money grass must be able to live well.

But I didn't expect it to all wither.

The originally flourishing leaves seemed to have been sucked out of life, turning yellow, and the leaves shriveled together, no longer round.

It's not even twenty-four hours. What's the reason?

Qi Yan's eyes were full of anger and irritability.

The atmosphere in the backyard condensed instantly, and even the fish in the pond did not dare to swim anymore, hiding at the bottom of the water, shivering.

At this moment, Yan Eucalyptus came.

Qi Yan held his breath slightly, hiding his anger deep inside, and turned to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Yan An's smiling face appeared in front of his eyes.

She raised the plastic bag in her hand: "Ms. Qi, I promised you that I bought the lemon and bitter melon."

Qi Yan's eyes fell on her face.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the moment I saw Yan Eucalyptus, it was as if I saw the copper money plant by the lake that night. Lush, round, and full of vitality leaves always make Qi Yan happy.

The anger and irritability hidden in his eyes faded a lot in an instant, Qi Yansong opened the doorknob: "Come in."

Yan Yu scratched his hair, closed the door, and walked in.

She casually put the lemon and bitter gourd aside, and then began to visit the villa blatantly.

Spacious and clean living room, spotless. The furniture is complete and the layout is exquisite. It is very expensive at first glance.

Yan Yu glanced at Qi Yan in front of him, and while he wasn't paying attention, reached out and touched the porcelain on the side.

This kind of antique is also very expensive. Chances are, an antique can germinate a seed.

"Yan Yu." Qi Yan in front turned around at some point, staring at her motionlessly with dark eyes.

She was startled by his call, and she withdrew her hand after a swipe, thinking that he disliked her messing with antiques, and explained: "I just...touched it casually..."

"Come with me." Qi Yan said, and went to the backyard.

Yan Yu followed him out inexplicably, very dazed.

Why does this look like it's about to settle accounts?

But when she saw the copper money grass leaves in the pool, she probably knew what was going on in her heart.

She guessed it yesterday, and the final result will definitely wither. If it wasn't like this, she would have reproduced countless offspring long ago, so she still needs to find Qi Yan Shuangxiu to give birth to six seeds with difficulty, and still need to make money to let the seeds germinate?

Yan Yu was muttering this in his heart, but he looked very surprised on his face. Without waiting for Qi Yan to say anything, he ran over, bent down and looked at the pool of copper money grass: "Why is this so? Why did it wither? Teacher Qi, what did you do yesterday? Did you forget to put the copper money grass in the water at night and just throw it in a plastic bag? I don’t care about it in such a hot day, the copper money grass is stuffy and ripe, so it withered? "

In the end, she emphasized her tone and regretted: "My God! What a pity! I worked so hard to fish it by the lake at noon yesterday!"

Qi Yan paused: "I put it down last night, and it's fine this morning..."

"What's going on?" Yan Yu simply squatted down, holding the wall of the pool with his hands, tilting his head to look at him, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Is it a problem with the water quality?"

Qi Yan looked at her, inexplicably having the illusion that she was very suitable to stay in the pool.

He gently rubbed his temples and said, "The fish is still alive."

"Then I don't know what's going on." Yan An innocently shrugged, "What should I do now? Do you want to fish out these dead leaves?"

She wanted to fish it out, fish it out and bury it in the ground. After all, every plant of grass longs for its fallen leaves to return to their roots, even if counted, this is just her hair.

Qi Yan: "I'll let someone deal with it, go in."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Originally, he really wanted to ask her what was going on? After all, she picked the money grass from the lake, but judging by her appearance, she didn't know anything.

Not reconciled, Yan Yu quickly called out: "Mr. Qi, I'll just help you fish it out and bury it in the soil, shall we?" As she spoke, she cast her eyes into the backyard, wanting to see which corner was suitable for burial. own hair.

It turned out that not far away, there were copper money grass leaves thrown randomly in the corner.

These leaves looked like they had been in the sun for a day. The leaves were dry, wrinkled and listless, but they were still alive. Their family has the most vigorous vitality, and they can be revived with full blood soon after being rescued.

But if you continue to let it go, you will really be dried up! Who is so wicked to treat her kind like this?

Well, it looks like her ex-husband's masterpiece.

Presumably it was to move her hair and implicate this poor and innocent fellow.

Yan An suddenly felt guilty in his heart, and quickly stood up to stand up for his peers: "Also, Mr. Qi, did you raise these copper money plants before? I saw that they are still alive. Would you like me to replace them for you?"

Qi Yan glanced at Yan An's fingertips, then shook his head: "No, I'll ask someone to replace it with a new one."

Yan Yu was a little unbelievable, a bit sad: "Why do you need to replace them with new ones? What should I do with the new ones? They will die in the sun."

In the end, her tone revealed a very obvious anger that she disagreed with, and the expression on her face was also very solemn, which was completely different from her usual happy appearance.

Looking at it inexplicably made Qi Yan feel uncomfortable, just like returning home and seeing that pool of dead leaves.

Over the years, Qi Yan has changed the copper money grass in the pool. He likes it when he likes it, and throws it away when he doesn't like it. He doesn't care about it, and he has never felt any guilt.

He has absolutely no empathy whatsoever.

It still doesn't exist now, but if she is really that unhappy—

"Then don't change it." He said indifferently.

Yan Yu blinked his eyes, and his face returned to a happy look: "Then I planted them back?"

Qi Yan: "It's up to you, come in when you're done."

"Okay!" Yan Yu made an ok gesture, ignored him, and went directly to pick up the dead leaves in the water.

She scooped up all the dead leaves, rubbed them together, and buried them in the soil.

Then put the poor fellow back into the pool again.

She touched their dried leaves and murmured: "Okay, it's all right, you guys take good care of your wounds and try to recover as soon as possible."

When Yan An returned to the villa after finishing his work, he found that Qi Yan was actually cooking in the kitchen.

After getting married that year, he would burn it by himself whenever he was at home.

But to this day, she still remembers how unpalatable the dishes he cooked were. She didn't dare to eat any human food because of the unpalatable food. She didn't inadvertently change her prejudice until she was on the show.

Three years later, she doesn't know how his cooking skills are now, but to be on the safe side, she should hurry up and tell him, and then slip away.

Otherwise, it would be miserable to be left for dinner.

After Yan An thought about it, he quickly walked to the door of the kitchen, held the door, poked his head in, and called, "Teacher Qi."

Qi Yan tilted his head slightly, and looked at her questioningly, his hands kept moving, as if he was punching a dish when he was frying a dish, everything was done smoothly.

When he was tossing the spoon, Yan Yu was amazed at the string of flames, and he didn't say his goodbyes later.

Not only that, the air was filled with the aroma of vegetables, and she instantly felt empty and hungry.

This, this, this is different from what she thought. From this point of view, he seems to be a good cook.

Just the day before yesterday, she watched Wen Yang cooking in the kitchen, and her movements were not as professional as his.

And Wen Yang's cooking is quite delicious, so wouldn't Qi Yan's cooking be more delicious?

After three years, has his cooking improved so much? !

After not seeing her reply for a long time, Qi Yan put the dishes on the plate, tidied them up, and brought them out.

Yan Yu, who was standing at the door, looked at the braised pork in his hand, and felt that the braised pork looked delicious and smelled even better!

She couldn't help swallowing, and then realized what she had done, blushing and moved away.

Qi Yan smiled lightly: "What, are you hungry?"

Yan Yu blinked and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Go and sit at the table, dinner will be served in a moment."

Yan An rolled his eyeballs, nodded, and smiled coquettishly: "Okay."

Then stay and have a meal, and then go back after eating.

At the dining table, Yan Yu bit the chopsticks in his hand, looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table, eager to try.

Three dishes and one soup are: braised pork, fried pork with green pepper, fried bitter gourd, tomato and egg soup.

Each dish looks perfect in color and has a strong fragrance.

But Qi Yan is still in the kitchen, she can't eat by herself first, so hold back!

Qi Yan came out with two bowls of white rice, and when he saw her, a smile flickered in his eyes.

He handed her a bowl, sat down opposite her, and said, "Eat."

Yan Yu glanced at him: "Then I ate it?"

Qi Yan nodded and poured her a glass of cold water.

So she stopped being polite, and the chopsticks bypassed the bowl of fried bitter gourd, took the braised pork with the chopsticks, and put it in her mouth.

Three seconds later, relying on his strong willpower and his unwillingness to let his ex-husband down, Yan An resisted not to vomit.

Who will tell her why his fried braised pork is still so sour! Her cheeks were numb from the sourness!

Qi Yan himself took the braised pork with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth slowly, and ate it with white rice without seeing anything unusual.

Then he looked at her, saw her strange face, frowned, and remembered what happened three years ago: "What's wrong? Have you eaten fat again?"

Yan An kept his mouth shut, unable to speak out, so he could only nod along with his words.

Three years ago, when she tasted sour braised pork for the first time, she couldn't help throwing up. When Qi Yan asked, she was too embarrassed to hit him, and she was also afraid that her special taste would show her feet, so she said that she had eaten fat.

But it's not a question of fat or not, it's sour! With this weird taste, why did he eat it as if nothing had happened?

Yan Yu lowered his head and kept stuffing white rice into his mouth, before swallowing the braised pork.

She quickly reached for the boiled water and took a big sip.

Qi Yan glanced at the braised pork, in order to accommodate her taste, when he fried the pork today, he used whole lean meat.

He shook his head and gave her a fish with chopsticks: "Then you eat some fish."

Yan Yu: "..."

No, she doesn't want to eat.

The braised pork is still three years old, and the fish is probably the same.

His fish is very salty, very salty, very salty. When she ate it for the first time, it was so salty that she got up more than a dozen times a night to drink water to replenish water.

In the end, because he was woken up when he got up, he was forced to double repair, which made the whole grass weak the next day.

Why, three years have passed, his cooking skills seem to be very good, but the taste of the dishes is still the same?

Yan Yu met his gaze, looked at the fish in the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and put down his chopsticks.

Three years ago, she thought it was her own problem, so she never pointed it out. Every time she used the excuse that she lost weight and was not hungry.

But now, she knows the problem is not her.

Yan Yu said tactfully: "Mr. Qi, haven't your friends eaten the rice you cooked?"

Hearing this, Qi Yan slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at her, and said indifferently, "No."

He didn't burn everyone, so far, only one person has tasted his craft.

Yan Yu paused, pursed his lips, and asked cautiously: "Mr. Qi, do you think the food you cooked yourself is delicious?"

He simply leaned back on the chair, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at her: "It's okay. Why, don't you like it?"

Qi Yan's eyes seemed to contain a thousand catties of weight, and Yan An panicked when he saw it, as if he would be sacrificed to heaven if he told the truth.

She hesitated, thinking that she would let it go, and let this beautiful misunderstanding continue forever, and stop hitting Qi Yan.

Yan Yu then nodded indiscriminately.

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes: "Why don't you like it?"

Yan Yu suddenly raised his head.

ah? Didn't she nod and say she liked it?

No, she should shake her head! Yan Yu hurriedly shook his head again.

Qi Yan looked at her: "Do you like it or not?"

Yan Yu forced a wry smile: "I like it..."

He hooked his lips indifferently: "Then eat all these dishes."

Her attitude, her expression, her perfunctory attitude, if Qi Yan can't see anything wrong, he is not Qi Yan.

Yan Yu's heart trembled, and he tried to refuse: "...can I not eat? I'm losing weight..."

Qi Yan's gaze remained unmoved, and there was a little coldness on his perfect face.

She lowered her head, gave up, and said in a low voice, "Ms. Qi, the food you cook really tastes a little weird..."

Qi Yan: "What's wrong?" It's okay for him to eat by himself, which is similar to what he usually eats outside, but he wants to see what she is going to do.

Yan Yu pointed to the braised pork and said, "This is very sour."

Then she pointed to the fish again: "This must be very salty. The tomato and egg soup is very sweet, and the bitter gourd is just really...bitter."

It's so bitter that people doubt life, she can be sure that her baby bitter melon is definitely sweeter than his fried bitter melon.

Qi Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, didn't say anything, and tasted everything in front of Yan An.

Then he put down his chopsticks and looked at her with slightly deep eyes: "You really think so?"

Yan Yu nodded as if death was at home. Afraid that he would not believe it, he nodded again.

He frowned: "Three years ago—"

"I felt that way three years ago." Yan An took over the words, "I just dare not say it..."

Because she thought it was her taste problem.

The way Qi Yan looked at her gradually changed, and there was a bit of deep worry hidden inside. He tapped the table with his fingers, and suddenly said: "I asked the assistant to make an appointment with the doctor, and I will take you to the hospital tomorrow."

Yan Yu: "!!"

Why go to the hospital? It's not her problem, it's his! is his!

After speaking, Qi Yan planned to use his mobile phone to make a call.

Yan An's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He put his hands on the table, leaned over, and stretched out his hands to grab his mobile phone.

Qi Yanju was a master, a little helpless: "Yan Yu, if you have a health problem, you should see a doctor."

Yan Eucalyptus couldn't explain why, and the whole grass suddenly became irritable.

She stood up straight, stomped her feet and said, "Qi Yan, I have no problem with my sense of taste, but you are the one who has the problem! You are the one who should go to the hospital for an examination. I don't believe you can ask your assistant to come over and eat the dishes you cooked!"

As soon as the voice fell, the room was silent.

Yan An was panting, looking at his gloomy face, his whole body was like a leaky balloon, his voice quieted down: "What I said is true, you can ask other people..."

After finishing speaking, she raised her head and glanced at him quietly.

Qi Yan was still sitting in his seat, looking at her with a somewhat sinister expression.

Yan Yu didn't dare to say any more, and planned to leave.

As a result, there was a ding dong, and Qi Yan's cell phone rang.

He lowered his brows and took a look at his phone.

It's the assistant's message: Teacher Qi, I have someone check it out in detail, and there is no resident named Yan'an in Changqing Community.

Qi Yan raised his head and glanced at Yan An.

Yan Yu took the opportunity to leave: "Then if there is nothing else, I will leave first..."

He stood up: "I'll take you back, Changqing District, right?"

She was taken aback, and quickly refused: "No need, I can go back by myself."

Qi Yan took a deep look at her, and without insisting, got up to send her out.

When passing the living room, he casually pointed to the car models, Barbie dolls and other children's toys on the sofa: "By the way, Yan Yu, you can take these things home."

Yan Yu was taken aback for a moment, and looked in the direction he was pointing.

Her eyes lit up. In fact, she saw it when she first came in, and she thought that when she had money, she would buy it for the children at home.

But now, Qi Yan actually took the initiative to let her take it back.

No, wait, why did he ask her to take it back? Could it be that he didn't believe it at all, and she still thought that she was indeed pregnant and gave birth to her claim that the hospital made a mistake before, so now she deliberately digs a trap to test her?

It's okay, okay, she reacted, otherwise she would have fallen into his trap.

Yan Yu coughed, with a blank expression on his face: "Ah, these are toys for children, right? I don't have children at home, and I don't play with them. It's useless to take them back."

The corner of Qi Yan's mouth curled up slightly: "That's right, then I'll let the cleaning lady at home throw it away."

Yan Yu felt that his heart was bleeding: "If you don't want it, why buy it?"

Qi Yan smiled: "What am I buying these for? It's a gift from the sponsor. It's been piled up for a few days. It's very troublesome."

Yan Yu snorted, rolled his eyeballs, and said after deliberation: "In this case, let me take it out for you and throw it away?"

After thinking about it, she deliberately added another sentence: "Anyway, it's on the way, so I don't have to bother your cleaning aunt."

Qi Yan smiled meaningfully: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

He walked to the sofa, packed the toys, and handed them to Yan An.

Yan An took two big bags of toys and left Qi Yan's villa.

In order to deceive others, she even walked around the garbage cans in the villa area, and said to herself, "Hey, how should these toys be sorted? Forget it, I'll take it back and sort it out before throwing it away."

After speaking, he quickly slipped away with the toy.

The author has something to say: Q: How to classify toy waste?