Mr.Qin is too deep into the love: my wife, I lose!

"Do you know what you just rejected?" Qin Shijin frowned slightly. "Since I chose to get married, I wouldn't choose divorce. You don't need to worry about other things. Just take care of Ruirui with money."

Qin Shijin means, how much do you think?

However, Qiao Wenyang shook his head immediately.

"Such a day is certainly good, but it's not what I want. I can't rely on others. It's more realistic to rely on myself. I'm happy with my work. No one knows what will happen in the future. It's my plan."

"You always have the idea of leaving at any time?"

Also, Qiao Wenyang is still so young and not ugly. There are many men around him. Who knows which day he will want to start a new life and divorce himself?

The coldness between his eyebrows was even worse, and his tone was heavier.

Qiao Wenyang heard Qin Shijin's displeasure. In fact, she wanted to think about Qin Shijin. However, the more she explained, the more unclear she was. She simply said in a different way, "No, Mr. Qin has been reminding me to pay attention to my identity and don't have any superfluous thoughts. I always remember and am very sober. There should be no other interests involved between me and Mr. Qin except Ruirui. Therefore, it's better to maintain some distance and boundaries. What I shouldn't want, I don't want."

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled as if nothing had happened.

In front of this man, she can't lose her demeanor and bottom line and let him look down on her.

"Mr. Qin, I'm not greedy. Ruirui is all I have. As long as Rui is good, I'll be fine. I don't want anything else." she said clearly.

Qin Shijin frowned slightly.

Qiao Wenyang didn't know what he said.

Before, I reminded her of this, but now when Qiao Wenyang said it, his heart began to be unhappy. Qin Shijin stared at her and didn't speak for a long time.

He read countless people

However, Qiao Wenyang never seemed to see clearly what she was thinking.

Lonely and arrogant, just like the plum blossom in the cold winter, beautiful but not allowed to be approached. At the age of 23, it seems to live more thoroughly than more people, like going through thousands of sails.

He put down his hand, put it in his trouser pocket and stared at her.

Qiao Wenyang is a woman, but she doesn't look like a woman. She doesn't know how to act coquettish. Her character is too hard and doesn't like begging for mercy. It's difficult for men to like her, but once she knows her, it will hurt people.

"Sometimes you should learn to be soft and choose what is good for you. What's more, I don't need that little money. It's not a problem for me to feed you." he whispered with the tip of his tongue against his jaw.

"No." shook his head. Qiao Wenyang still refused, but when Qin Shijin said that sentence, it still reminded her of the words between lovers.

I raise you.

This should be a real commitment between husband and wife.

"Mr. Qin, you're wrong." she said word by word with her neck stuck. "Your money has nothing to do with me. I'm just Ruirui's mother. Don't worry about it in the future."

She stressed again and again.

Qin Shijin has said it several times.

However, Qiao Wenyang refused to be flexible. He felt that the woman was the stone in the pit. It was smelly and hard. She was kind to her, but she refused to accept it. Why should he say more.

He snorted softly and dropped a cold sentence, "whatever you want!"

Turn around and walk towards the bedroom.

Qiao Wenyang put her hands on her abdomen and was still sweating. She went back to her room to take a bath and change her clothes before lying in bed for a while. She woke up early in the morning and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Ruirui. She didn't know what Qin Shijin liked to eat, so she did it according to her usual habits.

She took out fresh corn in the fridge, made corn fruit porridge with appropriate sweetness and thick boiling, took Shanghai green and cut it into two sections, spread the leaves under the plate, put Shanghai green in the middle into the shape of flowers, put some spices on it, sprinkled green onion, made a hot and sour crisp bamboo shoot, and three cold shreds, beat eggs and flour to make an egg Cake.

Three people, are these things... Almost enough?

Qiao warmed the apron around her waist, untied it, and then went upstairs. Ruirui had woken up. The little girl jumped up from bed and kissed her face, "Mom, you're back."