Qin Huan stopped talking and followed Wen Nuan into the apartment. When he was outside the house, he could tell that the apartment was very backward. When he walked into the house and saw the decoration inside, Qin Huan was still a little surprised.
She is just a secretary next to Hua Mubei. How can she afford such an apartment?
"It seems that you are so proud of your position as secretary that you can afford this apartment? The salary Hua Mubei gives you must be very objective." Qin Huan's tone was a little strange, with a kind of scrutiny.
His eyes looked closely at the warmth.
"The owner of this apartment is not me, but Hua Mubei. I just live here temporarily and help him look after the house." Wen Nuan didn't know why she wanted to explain. In fact, she didn't need to explain anything to him, but she wanted to explain this.
The decision came in such a hurry.
Qin Huan suddenly clenched his fists. He never thought that this was Hua Mubei's house? Will Hua Mubei also come here? Will he also spend the night here? Are they already living together?
Anger once again occupied Qin Huan's heart, and he suddenly felt betrayed, "So, you live with Hua Mubei, and you had the child in the photo with him?"
Wen Nuan felt a bone-chilling chill coming from Qin Huan next to her, completely surrounding her.
Qin Huan's misunderstanding made Wen Nuan feel very unhappy. She always didn't want him to know Lele's existence, but when he doubted Lele's identity and said slanderous words about Lele, Wen Wen felt very heartbroken.
The urge to tell him the truth.
"No! Although this house belongs to Hua Mubei, he lives elsewhere and will not come here to spend the night." Wen Nuan explained instinctively.
"Really?" Qin Huan raised his eyebrows, the look in his eyes was puzzling. After he glanced at Wen Nuan, he began to look around the apartment, "What? Is your son not here today? I am very interested in him.
Why don't you bring him out and let him say hello to me?"
Warm heart twitched, Qin Huan's eyes were too scary now, as if he would do something to hurt Lele, "Qin Huan, my child is innocent! You want revenge, you want torture, everything goes against him
Just let me come! The child is innocent, please don’t hurt him!"
Qin Huan raised the corners of his mouth coldly, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes. Seeing her being so nervous about the child, maybe he could use her son as a threat when she disobeyed her.
This was indeed a good idea. Qin Huan laughed in a good mood, "When did I say I would hurt your son? I'm just curious about him and want to meet him to see what he looks like."
Who do you look like? Who are you related to?"
Warm's heart twitched violently, and an unbearable sadness and sadness crawled onto her chest, like millions of ants biting her body.
"Qin Huan, if you came in just to slander me and my son, then you can leave." Wen Nuan said coldly with a stern face.
She can endure Qin Huan's insults to her and accept any revenge he takes on her, but she cannot accept Qin Huan's slander of Lele!
Lele is everything to her, and Warmth will never allow anyone to hurt Lele!
Qin Huan looked at Wen Nuan playfully. She had indeed changed a lot. In the past, she would not dare to talk to him in such a tone, let alone contradict him.
But now, not only did she dare to contradict him, she even looked at him with such resentful eyes. It seems that mothers in the world are equally determined to protect their children.
"I remember I told you just now, I'm hungry, hurry up and cook." Qin Huan changed the topic at the right time. He could check up on the child's matters slowly, but now he has to fill his stomach first.
Wen Nuan was stunned again. Why did the topic change so quickly? Wasn't he still criticizing Lele just now? Why in the blink of an eye did he order her to cook as if nothing was wrong?
Qin Huan was really strange tonight. Everything she said and did was beyond Wen Nuan's expectations. She could no longer see through him at all.
"What are you still doing?" Qin Huan scolded Wen Nuan, feeling very dissatisfied with her always being distracted.
Nuan Nuan came to his senses and without having time to think about it, he turned around and walked into the kitchen and started cooking for Qin Huan.
Qin Huan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and thousands of thoughts began to flood her mind. Scenes like this had not happened for eight years.
Every time, Qin Huan only saw such a warm scene in his dreams. Nuan Nuan was cooking in the kitchen and he was watching TV in the living room.
Although he always kept telling himself that he hated warmth, this warm picture that he longed for always appeared in Qin Huan's dreams. No matter how hard he tried, he could not eliminate this feeling.
Qin Huan turned his head and looked at Nuan Nuan who was busy in the kitchen. A heartfelt smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't notice it.
Wen Wen opened the door of the refrigerator, took out some previously braised pork ribs, then took some noodles and started making pork rib noodles.
She knew that since Qin's father and mother passed away, Qin Huan would no longer eat his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs because it would remind him of his deceased mother.
Since sweet and sour pork ribs have become Qin Huan's death, then she should change her approach. The pork ribs noodles should not arouse his sadness, right?
In fact, Nuan Nuan was not sure, but she wanted to give it a try. Maybe Qin Huan could slowly get over the pain of the past.
After a while, Wen Nuan made the pork ribs noodles. She came to the living room with a full bowl of noodles and put the noodles on the coffee table.
"There's nothing else to eat at home. I made a bowl of noodles. Just make do with it." Wen Nuan put it down, stepped aside, and silently observed Qin Huan's reaction.
Looking at the fragrant bowl of pork ribs noodles in front of him, Qin Huan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and some fragmentary pictures suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
In those pictures, each one has his mother's figure, each one has her smile, and each one has the scene of her making sweet and sour pork ribs for him.
Qin Huan slowly clenched his fists, his eyes darkened, and a stinging pain spread from his chest and gradually spread throughout his body.
The pork ribs noodles on the coffee table were steaming up, and the fragrance was overflowing in waves, filling the whole room. But the excessive silence made the atmosphere in the living room a little strange. The bowl of fragrant noodles was
The pork rib noodles seem to have become invisible.
Nuan Nuan noticed something strange about Qin Huan and also noticed the pain in his eyes. It seemed that her method did not work. Qin Huan still had not forgotten the past. Just a few ribs triggered the pain and hatred in his heart.