Chapter 389

Song Xiaoman's action makes Chu Yao gnash her teeth. As long as she calls "husband" with affectation, she seems to set off waves in her heart. Hatred and jealousy make her crazy!

After mu qingruo and Chu Yao leave, Qin Shinan takes song Xiaoman to the rest room.

Today, song Xiaoman is wearing a white and beige waist dress. His soft black long hair is scattered on his shoulders. His collar shows a piece of white skin. It's not particularly exposed, but it just sets off the beautiful swan neck.

Qin Shinan put his hand on her waist and took her into his arms: "Chu Yao was released on bail. It's only temporary. If she hurt you, she will definitely pay the price."

It's not that he has no way to let Chu Yao go back to prison, but if he confronts with his mother, he worries that she will be implicated and unimaginable consequences will occur.

It is undeniable that at this moment, he was really confused, and even retreated.

It's not only about Chu Yao, but also the death of the old man. He has a feeling of helplessness.

Song Xiaoman raised his head and gave him a comforting smile: "for Chu Yao, to let her see our happy love with her own eyes is the biggest punishment for her. Husband, I understand that some things may become very complicated, but it doesn't matter to me, so you don't have to worry about me. "

She hugged her tightly and heard his heart beat more clearly and forcefully: "my greatest wish is to be with my husband all my life. I hope my husband will be happy every day."

Qin Shinan dropped her eyes and held her lovely face: "is your mouth covered with honey?"

The original gloomy mood was emptied.

"If you have honey, you will know if you try it." Song Xiaoman stood on tiptoe and offered his lips.

The affectionate kiss made the temperature in the room gradually rise. When it was almost uncontrollable, Qin Shinan forced herself to calm down, zipped her back and cut her long hair.

His breath had not completely subsided, and her face was tinged with a lustrous crimson color.

Song Xiaoman frowned and blinked mischievously: "husband, your bow tie is a little crooked. I'll sort it out for you, too."

It was her who pulled it.

And crumpled his suit.

She suddenly looked at him quietly and said: "husband, there are some things... If you are not sure how to do them for a while, then follow your heart. I think grandpa can understand you. "

Qin Shinan was stunned for a moment. Then he gave a gentle smile and said, "I know."

When both of them finished their work and went out hand in hand, there were reporters and other guests at the door. When they saw them coming out, they looked at them with an indescribable look.

Qin Shinan was busy with social activities, so song Xiaoman went to the side and took some desserts.

In fact, she doesn't like to participate in such a public occasion, and others will talk about her more or less. However, she feels that at this time, she must accompany him.

Suddenly, an on-site service personnel came to song Xiaoman's side, slightly bent down and whispered: "Mrs. Qin, Mr. Qin asked me to remind you not to drink."

Song Xiaoman was stunned: "but I didn't drink."

She turned her head and saw that he was talking with others. She said with a helpless smile, "I know. I don't drink. Can I drink juice?"

It's true. I always treat her as a child.

Maybe the light in the hall was too bright. Song Xiaoman felt a sudden dizziness. She sat down beside her and gently pressed her temple.

"Don't you feel well, niece and daughter-in-law?" Qin Baozhen sat down next to each other and asked anxiously.

"It's OK, just a little dizzy. Maybe the light here is too hot and a little stuffy."

Qin Baozhen's eyes fell on Song Xiaoman's white neck. She coughed softly: "my eldest nephew really is. He gnaws you like this in public. Can't he restrain his brutality?"

Song Xiaoman touched his neck and soon realized that she covered it with her long hair in a hurry. She laughed awkwardly: "aunt, don't talk about her husband, he didn't bite it either..."

"What were you doing in the lounge? Do you think aunt doesn't know? "

Qin Baozhen sighed suddenly, and her eyes were gloomy.

Song Xiaoman hesitated. He didn't know whether to say those words or not. However, Qin Baozhen suddenly stared at her: "nephew daughter-in-law, do you... Know?"

After a few seconds of silence, song Xiaoman nodded: "aunt, do you blame your husband?"

Qin Baozhen answered directly: "yes, I will blame him. Shouldn't I blame him? He knew exactly what the truth was... But he didn't say anything. "

People come and go by. Song Xiaoman takes Qin Baozhen by the hand and walks into the rest room.

After closing the door, song Xiaoman stares at Qin Baozhen: "have you ever thought about it? If you tell the truth, what will be the result? What can the result change? "

"I'm sorry, in this matter... Maybe my husband and I have strong subjective emotions and can't do absolute justice. Aunt, that, after all, is his biological mother... "

Qin Baozhen's eyes were full of tears: "I know that he has his dilemma... But my nephew and daughter-in-law, people should take responsibility for their mistakes and accept punishment. This is the truth that will never change."

"That man, his mother, was not wrong, but he was also the murderer of my uncle. Did my uncle die in peace?"

"Murderers should be punished by law."

Song Xiaoman gently said: "at the beginning, my grandfather designed a car accident to kill my husband, mother and my father. Did he ever take responsibility for his mistakes?"

Infidelity in marriage should be the most severe moral criticism, but it is not the death penalty.

It was my grandfather who gave them the death penalty.

"I'm sorry, aunt. I know it can't be treated like this, but now I'm selfish and hope everything can pass quickly. I don't want my husband to be depressed too much. I don't want to see him unhappy again."

Qin Baozhen's smile was bitter: "in fact, what you said is not wrong. One report is another. Maybe this is the retribution that uncle should receive..."

Song Xiaoman hugs Qin Baozhen: "aunt..."

Qin Baozhen shook her head with a smile, and her voice was hoarse: "it's OK, it's ok... It's just that I have too deep feelings for my uncle."

"Well, I won't mention it again. No matter what my nephew does, I understand and respect his decision."

With that, Qin Baozhen walked out of the lounge with her head down.

Song Xiaoman wants to keep up, but he doesn't take a few steps. Suddenly, the soles of his feet are soft.

She held the sofa and sat down. Her body sank into the soft leather sofa, and her limbs couldn't make any effort for no reason... Her mind became more and more confused.