Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

In the lobby downstairs of the villa, Zhang Ma looked surprised at the sudden visitor.

"Madam, why are you here?"

Mrs. Qin did not answer her immediately. Instead, she looked around and didn't see the person she wanted to see. There was a trace of disappointment in her eyes.

"I heard that Xiao Nuo is back. Where is she? Is she not off work yet?"

Zhang's mother did not expect that she would come to Shen Nuo suddenly. She was stunned for a moment and then said: "The young lady and the young master have not been back for several days."

Mrs. Qin was stunned when she heard this: "Both of them didn't come back?"

"The young master and the young madam only stayed at home for a few days, and then they disappeared. I don't know what they were going to do. However, the young master came back today, but there was still no sign of the young madam."

Mrs. Qin frowned slightly: "What about Xiaoyuren?"

"The young master went upstairs as soon as he came back. He should be upstairs."

"I'll go take a look."

Mrs. Qin said and stepped upstairs. Zhang Ma did not dare to stop her, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

There was something wrong with the young master's state when he just came back.

Hope nothing happens.

After searching the second floor, there was still no sign of anyone. Mrs. Qin glanced at the corridor leading to the small attic, her face darkened, and she stepped upstairs.

The small attic was directly locked with a combination, and Mrs. Qin could not open it, but she had an inexplicable hunch that her son was inside.

She understands the seed that comes out of her belly better than anyone else.

When he was unhappy as a child, he liked to shut himself in his room, close the curtains, and isolate himself from the world, not giving anyone a chance to disturb him.

Thinking of his childhood, Mrs. Qin could no longer stand still and directly raised her hand to knock on the door: "Xiaoyu, I am mom, open the door!"

There was no movement inside, and Mrs. Qin felt a little anxious: "Xiaoyu, open the door, do you hear me?"

"Xiaoyu..."

There was no movement at all. Mrs. Qin took out her phone and called Qin Siyu, but no one answered.

She was so anxious that she almost cried and called someone directly.

"Qin Chen..."

The phone was connected, and as soon as she called the name of the person over there, the door opened.

Mrs. Qin stared blankly at the man standing at the door, her ears seemed to be blocked by something, and the sound coming from the mobile phone could not reach her ears at all.

After a moment, she came to her senses and said to the increasingly anxious man on the other side of the phone: "It's okay."

Then he hung up the phone and walked forward.

"Xiaoyu, are you alright?"

"Mom," Qin Siyu lowered his eyes and asked without answering, "Why are you here?"

Mrs. Qin paused and did not say why she came. Instead, she said: "You have been refusing to go home, so I can only come here to see you."

"I'm fine," Qin Siyu said, "You can go back."

How could it be okay!

Mrs. Qin looked at his sickly face, frowned slightly, suddenly stood on tiptoes, raised her hand and touched his forehead.

It's piping hot, almost ready to fry an egg.

Mrs. Qin was startled: "Xiaoyu, you have a fever!"

Qin Siyu took a step back and avoided her touch: "I'm fine."

"How can it be okay!" Mrs. Qin grabbed his hand: "You and I go to the hospital!"

Feeling that the touch on her hand was wrong, she suddenly stopped and suddenly rolled up his sleeves. Her arms were filled with dense scars, as if they had been cut by sharp blades. Some had begun to scab, but some were even The scab hadn't completely scabbed over yet, and it had obviously been scratched out recently.

Mrs. Qin's pupils shrank suddenly: "How could this happen!"