There is Something Wrong with My Omega Ex-wife

The night wind blew the surrounding green plants swiftly, and several black clouds were slowly blown in the air by the wind, and stopped on top of Shen Shuyu's head.

Li Qingqing looked at Shen Lin's irritable eyes, her body stiffened.

This wild rose, before this coquettish red rose, instantly lost its color.

"We are discussing the recent changes in the club department. There is a position I think a girl is more suitable, she must be." Shen Shuyu became calm, and the answers were streamlined.

"Well, remember to be considerate when doing things." Shen Lin's expression remained the same, and he didn't doubt Shen Shuyu's words.

She gently got up from the door frame leaning on the side, turned and walked towards the living room.

Slender legs swayed under the satin streamer night gown.

Li Qingqing watched Shen Lin walk away, her tight body instantly relaxed, and she let out a long breath: "Then I'm leaving, I'll talk to you again when I go back."

Li Qingqing is not even afraid of her parents, she is afraid of Shen Shuyu's mother, Shen Lin.

"Good." Shen Shuyu nodded.

She didn't want to go back to this home too early. She stood at the door until she watched Li Qingqing go away, and then entered the door too late.

Without the urgency of yesterday, Shen Shuyu changed his shoes in the hallway and walked to the living room.

Seeing that Shen Shuyu was back, Aqian, the servant of the family, came over to take the schoolbag for Shen Shuyu and said hello: "Miss is back."

"Yeah." Shen Shuyu nodded, without any extra words.

The house was deserted, and the white marble floor reflected unmoderate lights.

Shen Lin was still wearing her nightgown, with her fragrant shoulders exposed, a little casual in her abstinence.

She raised one leg slightly, and read an evening financial newspaper on the single sofa under the huge French window in the living room.

"The driver at home just came back and said that the lady came back on foot today, and the lady is still a little worried." Mother Zhao came out of the kitchen with the cooked food and preached.

"It's better to be picked up by the driver. I'm less worried." Shen Lin closed the newspaper in his hand, his eyes were less sharp, "Shen's family is no better than other houses, there are people staring at you all the time."

As soon as the second half of the sentence came out, Shen Lin's wispy mother's warmth disappeared.

"I see." Shen Shuyu replied softly.

She shouldn't have expected anything from Shen Lin.

Mother Zhao arranged all the exquisite dinners, and respectfully preached to the two of them: "Mrs. Madam, it's time for dinner."

"Okay." Shen Lin nodded, folded the newspaper on his lap and placed it on the glass coffee table beside him.

Shen Shuyu sat down in his seat, with a small cup of soup in the delicate soup.

Zhao's mother is a southerner, and the soup she cooks is varied and delicious.

There was a spoonful of creamy soup in the white porcelain spoon, and it was sent into the pink lips of Shen Shuyu's cherry blossoms.

The familiar mellow aroma faints in the mouth, stimulating Shen Shuyu's taste buds.

Since Zhao Ma passed away two years ago, Shen Shuyu has never tasted a soup comparable to Zhao Ma's soup.

She has been reading this taste for a long time.

"Ms. Chang gave me a call today. The school will publicly commend you for your timely deeds in helping Qu Wenyao classmates split up yesterday and record it in the file." Shen Lin interrupted Shen. Shuyu's memories, inform her.

Shen Shuyu thought about Shen Lin's words, put the spoon in his hand back into the little Gu, raised his head and asked, "Is there no murmur?"

Shen Lin lowered his head and took a bite of lettuce, and asked casually, "You mean the child in Xiacheng?"

Shen Shuyu: "Yes."

She looked at Shen Lin's attitude with a faint premonition in her heart.

"She is not qualified to stand with you." Shen Lin's voice was cold, full of contempt for this unknown-named Xiacheng man.

Shen Shuyu frowned slightly.

Facing Shen Lin's contempt, she tried to argue with her: "But she is the main force in helping Qu Wenyao, and I have played less than one-tenth of it."

Shen Lin stopped picking up vegetables, and asked faintly: "Sparse rain, is this important?"

"Important." Shen Shuyu's tone was firm, and she stared at Shen Lin.

Shen Lin frowned as Shen Shuyu expected.

Shen Shuyu knew that she would offend Shen Lin any more, but she still wanted to say: "Mom, always be fair in everything. This is what you taught me. This commendation should have been silent."

"Then do you remember that the fairness I said is relative?" Shen Lin's voice became colder.

This is not the first time that Shen Shuyu has smashed himself for the sake of people in the city.

She raised her chin slightly, with Alpha's unique majesty, looking at Shen Shuyu as if condescendingly, "There is no absolute fairness in this world. Only if you have enough power can someone obey the fairness you recognize. Just like. It’s my mother now. I don’t want you to share this honor with a down town. This makes my mother feel unfair to you."

This is not the first time Shen Shuyu heard Shen Lin say such things. In her previous life, she had said similar things to herself countless times.

She used her love to imprison herself in this cage made of golden threads.

In the name of love, imprisonment is the reality.

"mother…"

Shen Shuyu was unwilling, and wanted to argue with Shen Lin again.

But Shen Lin raised a hand and put a piece of fish into Shen Shuyu's bowl, interrupting her words: "This fish is very fresh."

The fish lay quietly on the small dish in front of Shen Shuyu.

Shen Shuyu knew that this was Shen Lin's explicit statement that she was going to end this unnecessary topic.

She looked at the indifference in Shen Lin's eyes, and her heart was cold.

"Taste it." Shen Lin's tone was calm, but he couldn't resist.

Shen Shuyu looked down at the fish in front of him. The white porcelain dishes lined the fish to be extra delicious.

But Shen Shuyu still pretended that Yu Mo had suffered injustice, and had no interest in tasting this piece of fish.

"This is the fish from the Chen family this morning. Knowing that you like to eat fresh, I specially asked Mom Zhao to make it for you." Shen Lin watched Shen Shuyu's tone softer again.

The warm white light of the small lamp above the dining table fell on her face, dulling her angular face.

She pursed her lips and her eyebrows were soft.

Rare tenderness.

Shen Shuyu knew that persuading Shen Lin this way would not work.

Even though he returned to eight years ago, Shen Lin is still going as usual.

Shen Shuyu finally picked up the chopsticks beside him, and under Shen Lin's gaze, put this piece of fish into his mouth.

Although the fish is plump and juicy after being cooked by Zhao Ma, it is greatly appreciated by Shen Lin.

But Shen Shuyu felt that the food was tasteless, and only mechanically rolled his throat, sending the fish into his belly.

"How is it?" Shen Lin asked expectantly.

Shen Shuyu nodded faintly, with an elegant smile on the corner of his mouth.

Like every time she answered Shen Lin's question, she commented: "Very good."

Shen Lin got the answer he was satisfied with, and withdrew his attention from his daughter.

Her eyebrows were crooked and she seemed to be in a better mood again.

Delicate hands picked up the white porcelain chopsticks on the chopstick rest, and put some fish for himself and Shen Shuyu.

After eating a meal in silence, Shen Shuyu put down the tableware and preached to Shen Lin: "I have finished eating. I have a lot of schoolwork today. I will go back to my room first."

Shen Lin nodded, Ren Shen Shuyu left.

Night had come, and a round of bright crescent moon was surrounded by bright stars.

Shen Shuyu stood in front of the window, looking at the flowerbed that Yu Mo had stepped on in his memory.

Thinking of the corners of her mouth that always rises when facing herself.

Shen Shuyu made a bold decision.

Since Shen Lin doesn't work here, she will go to the principal's office tomorrow to clarify the matter in person.

She wanted to give Yu Mo back the honor she deserved.

Even if Shen Lin knew it, he would be furious with himself.

Although spring is coming, summer is about to enter, but the wind at night is always cool.

Yu Mo climbed to the roof of the family villa.

The wind rolled up from the east, causing her long hair to flutter and her face reddened.

This is Yu Mo's first time to see the scenery on the roof of his house.

She overlooked the Xiacheng District C, which she thought was particularly prosperous when she was fifteen.

The lights are like countless stars floating in the dark night.

The familiar feeling on the face made Yu Mo immersed in the ocean of memories, full of thoughts.

What she thought she was about to forget was picked up by her little by little.

The memories were pieced together, and she was restored into an incomplete jigsaw.

From the corner of her memory where she once rushed to Shen Shuyu, she found many warmths between family and friends that she had neglected.

It turns out that she really ignored a lot of people who loved her in her previous life.

With a soft sound of the door, Yang Eyuan pushed open the door leading to the top of the building without being noticed by Yu Mo.

She took a white down jacket and draped it on Yu Mo.

Yu Mo's shoulder was lightly pressed by the down jacket, and she, who was still stuck in the memory, turned her head blankly and looked at Yang Eyuan, "Mom?"

There are still some nasal sounds in the voice that are too late to dissipate

"Ang, you kid doesn't know how to wear a coat on the roof, does he want to catch a cold?" Yang Eyuan said softly, and sat down beside Yu Mo.

"Why did you sit down?" Yu Mo looked at Yang Eyuan in surprise.

"You are allowed to watch the scenery here, but I am not allowed to see it?" Yang Eyuan said, leaning comfortably on Yu Mo's shoulder, full of domineering.

Yu Mo turned his head slightly to look at his mother who was resting on his shoulders.

After thirty years of age and little maintenance, Yang Eyuan's eyes have long been drooping.

Time has never pity for people who are exhausted, and many nicks have been cast on Yang Eyuan's face.

This is the second time Yu Mo has carefully observed Yang Eyuan's face.

The first time was in the coffin of Yang Eyuan's death. That day, Yu Mo held Yang Eyuan's face, crying almost collapsed. She had always thought that Yang Eyuan was always the strong woman with a loud voice in her memory, but on that day suddenly saw the gullies and wrinkles on her face that had passed by countless years.

She realized that her mother was already old that day.

Memories tore at Yu Mo, making her hate herself who only had Shen Shuyu in her heart in the previous life.

For Shen Shuyu, even his parents lost money.

Those people in Shangcheng were right to curse, that he was indeed a white-eyed wolf, feeding an unfamiliar wolf cub.

Extreme self-loath enveloped Yu Mo's brain, teardrops filled her eyes, almost falling.

Yu Mo turned his head away and forced himself to swallow the tears.

"The stars in Zone C are much more beautiful than Zone D..." Yang Eyuan looked at Yu Mo with bright eyes, only to find that the child turned her head to the side, "What's the matter, Xiaoyu?"

The familiar call of Yang Eyuan made Yu Mo's pupils tremble, and tears slid down her eye sockets.

It falls on the corner of the mouth, salty and bitter.

Yang Eyuan grabbed her heart, and she shook Yu Mo in front of her, "Why are you crying? Did you get bullied at school? Tell your mother, and she will judge you!"

Yu Mo's eyes were red, and he held back his tears.

She really wanted to tell Yang Eyuan all the sadness and misses she had experienced in her previous life.

But she can't, and can't bear it.

It's fine now, all grievances are in the past.

She wants to be a brand new murmur, a murmur that lives for herself.

Yu Mo rubbed his nose and quibbleed: "No, I just think it's not easy for you and dad. We finally moved from the old and small house to this spacious and big house."

"Since you know that it is not easy for us, you should study hard. Such a big hotel is waiting for you to take over..." Yang Eyuan chattered again.

In the last life, Yu Mo's ears were pierced into ears, always contradicting.

But now, Yu Mo only nodded, and promised: "Mom, don't worry, I will make our hotel bigger."

"Jing speak big words." Yang Eyuan grinned and twisted Yu Mo's little nose.

"Mom, it hurts." Yu Mo clutched his nose and lay on Yang Eyuan's lap coquettishly.

Yang Eyuan: "Oh, your child is so heavy, get up quickly."

Yu Mo leaned on Yang Eyuan, his face was full of contented joy. At the age of fifteen, his coquettish voice was full of milky voice: "No, I want to rely on my mother."

Ever since Yu Mo grew up to be an eldest child, Yang Eyuan has rarely been as close to Yu Mo as it is today.

Yang Eyuan said angrily, "You stinky kid", but her hand was wrapped around Yu Mo's waist, and her heart was full of joy.

The child depends on the mother, so why doesn’t the mother depend on the child?

The wind at night became more and more cold, and Yang Eyuan shuddered and patted Yu Mo: "I have gone back."

"Oh—" Yu Mo reluctantly followed Yang Eyuan slowly.

At this time, the phone in his pocket rang, and Yu Mo took it out to see that it was a friend requesting.

[Hello, classmate Yu Mo, this is Qu Wenyao. 】