Morning sickness during divorce, was bumped into by ex-husband kneeling and begging for remarriage

The appointment with Qiao Muye was the next day.

After work, he personally drove to pick him up.

Before, there was a driver following him.

Su Nanxing sat in the co-pilot, Qiao Muye asked, and she only answered.

She had guesses in her mind, but only guesses.

If Qiao Muye didn't say anything, she couldn't ask rashly.

The two didn't go to the restaurant last time and changed to another one.

Qiao Muye wanted to take her to taste different flavors of food.

Now that Su Nanxing is pregnant, she will try her best to eat more.

Compared with normal pregnant women, her current weight is still light.

Seeing Su Nanxing eating happily, Qiao Muye was happier than himself.

It was only after seven o'clock after the two of them finished their meal.

Looking at Su Nanxing's expectant eyes, Qiao Muye said, "Shall I take you to the place where your mother used to live?"

Su Nanxing nodded immediately.

That place was a bit far away, Qiao Muye drove for more than half an hour to get there.

Su Nanxing is still drowsy now, especially after eating, he feels that he can't keep his eyes open.

But in Qiao Muye's car, she tried her best.

Although I don't know why the little uncle said that Qiao Muye is not a good person, it is always right to be cautious.

It wasn't that she was brave, she still dared to come out with Qiao Muye after her uncle warned her.

It's that she is treating Qiao Hannan now, even if Qiao Muye wants to do something to her, he has to be cautious.

After getting out of the car, a chill came over my face.

Qiao Muye immediately asked her, "Is it cold?"

Su Nanxing is experienced in going out now, and she carries a thick coat with her.

She shook her head: "It's not cold."

The two walked upstairs, and Qiao Muye said to her, "At that time your mother came here... It's a collection of folk songs, and she lived here for almost half a year."

About her mother, Su Nanxing wanted to know a little more, a little more.

She asked, "You should have a good relationship with my mother, right?"

The look on Qiao Muye's face was indescribable.

He lowered his eyes to hide the grief in his eyes: "We used to be best friends."

Su Nanxing couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Mom and Qiao Muye used to be good friends.

From her mother's point of view, Qiao Muye shouldn't be a bad person.

But the little uncle said he was a bad person.

Su Nanxing asked again: "Then do you still keep in touch after that?"

Qiao Muye replied: "We have been in touch since then. Until...until I got married, and she also got married. We never contacted again."

"Why?" Su Nanxing asked: "Since we are good friends and married, can't we keep in touch?"

Qiao Muye said with a smile: "After marriage, family, children, work... time is occupied by too many things. Slowly we will lose contact."

Su Nanxing nodded, oh.

But she didn't believe it in her heart.

For some reason, she had an intuition that Qiao Muye was lying about the answer to this question.

Su Nanxing found that even if this community is in the present, it is still a middle-to-high-end one.

The greenery and facilities are perfect.

She was still curious at the beginning. According to her mother's habit, she should not rent a house.

She is not short of money.

He must have taken a fancy to the environment of this community and didn't intend to buy it, so he rented Qiao Muye's house.

Su Nanxing couldn't have imagined that this place was actually bought by Qiao Muye for Han Rujin.

This is the love nest of the two.

How sweet it was at the beginning, how painful it is to come here again.

Everything here is still the same as when Han Rujin left more than 20 years ago.

Qiao Muye even came over two days a week to clean it himself.

Never pretend to others.

I'm afraid that even the slightest thing's position has changed.

He dusted it all off.

Even with that memory, buried together.

But only he knew in his heart that his heart died along with it.

Pushing open the door, Su Nanxing was startled.

She originally thought that Qiao Muye said that the house hadn't been moved for so many years, so it was impossible to be dilapidated, at least it must have some old atmosphere.

Especially an empty house where no one is living will have a special smell.

But as soon as he entered the door, Su Nanxing could smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

It was the scent of roses she was familiar with.

Plus, the wood floors look like new.

All furniture is spotless.

It's not at all like a house that hasn't been lived in for over 20 years.

Su Nanxing couldn't help but express the doubts in his heart.

Qiao Muye explained: "My property is cleaned by someone every week."

Su Nanxing let out an oh.

Then, she saw the vases in the room.

In the vase are delicate champagne roses.

Like her, Han Rujin likes champagne roses.

"The housekeeper also prepared the flowers." Qiao Muye explained, "My... my wife likes this kind of flower better, so all my houses are filled with this kind of flower."

Su Nanxing didn't say a word. After changing her shoes and going in, she looked around the room little by little.

If this room has not changed for more than 20 years, she feels as if she can imagine the scene of her mother living here through these furniture.

Next to the coffee table was a small round table with a few magazines scattered on it.

It's about design.

about painting.

And medical ones.

Han Rujin's specialty is painting.

But she has a wide range of interests and likes to learn a little about everything.

Su Nanxing squatted down, trying to get an open book.

Before touching her hand, she remembered something and turned to look at Qiao Muye: "Can I touch it?"

Anyway, this is Qiao Muye's property.

Even if these things are left by my mother.

But the family is the homeowner.

Qiao Muye smiled and said, "Of course."

Su Nanxing picked up the medical journal, which still had her familiar handwriting on it.

It was Han Rujin's handwritten notes.

Or experience.

Su Nanxing felt as if she had found a treasure, and flipped through the pages one by one.

Qiao Muye said, "Nan Xing, you can sit on the sofa. Otherwise, you can go to the study."

Only then did Su Nanxing feel that his feet were numb after squatting for a long time.

She didn't dare to move, she leaned on the sofa for a while, and then slowly got up.

"You can take these things away if you like." Qiao Muye said again, "However, I actually think it's better to keep these things where they are."

As if lying to herself, she hasn't left yet.

He stood in front of the window, and when he turned around, he seemed to be able to see the girl nestled on the sofa, barefoot, flipping through a book.

He would walk over, hold her fair and small feet in his palm, and scold her for not wearing socks.

Qiao Muye withdrew his thoughts, his eyes were red.

Su Nanxing glanced at him and couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to sell this house?"

Qiao Muye was taken aback: "Do you want to buy it?"

Su Nanxing nodded: "I think, keep it as a souvenir."

"Not for sale." Qiao Muye said, "I don't care if I have one more house or one less. I cherish...the friendship with your mother. These things are meaningful to keep as a souvenir."

Su Nanxing nodded, expressing her understanding.

She actually wanted to buy it, and also wanted to keep the place as it was.

In Su's house, the room where her mother used to live has been ruined by Fang Birou.

"Then can I... come over occasionally to take a look? I promise, I won't mess with things here."

Qiao Muye gave her the key directly: "Take it."