There is Something Wrong with My Omega Ex-wife

The full moon is full of a handful of bright, and in this cold night that everything is still, it shines the light of the moon white like jade to the world.

The breeze was blowing at night, and the bare branches that had been trimmed swayed silently.

The small stone-blue western-style building was quietly lit with warm yellow lights, echoing the jade plate hanging high in the night.

There was a slender shadow on the huge French windows.

Shen Shuyu was wearing a white classic nightdress leaning against the chaise longue on the side of the living room.

The light material was laid on Shen Shuyu's slender legs with a bit of languidness.

Milky white skin with smooth curves.

The slight sensation of flesh is not more or less, which perfectly interprets the young girl's tenderness and tenderness.

She was holding two stick needles in her hand, and the big red wool was up and down with the stick needles.

In the quiet space, there was a clear "click" sound of the needles touching each other.

Zhao Ma brought out a small dish of fresh strawberries from the kitchen and watched Shen Shuyu still knitting the scarf with concentration, walked to her, and persuaded: "Miss, should I take a rest? It's been more than an hour. "

Hearing the sound, Shen Shuyu raised his head and glanced at the clock. It was almost nine o'clock.

Then Shen Shuyu looked at the scarf that was hanging down on her legs but was not as long as her small arms, and shook his head: "I will knit a little longer, I knit too slowly."

"Miss is already knitting very well. It's not a flat stitched scarf. There are so many patterns here." Zhao Ma said and put the strawberries on the small coffee table by Shen Shuyu. She had known that she would not teach Shen. It's such a difficult trick to drown out rain.

"Miss, the eyes will get tired after knitting for so long. When the time comes to knit the wrong line, you have to tear it down and start over again. Isn't it a waste of time?"

Shen Shuyu felt that it made sense when she heard what Zhao Ma said. She rubbed her eyes lightly, "Then you can help me see if there are any mistakes in what I am knitting now."

"Hey, good." Zhao Ma took the scarf that Shen Shuyu had handed her that she had knitted less than half.

She has been here for more than ten years, and Shen Shuyu almost grew up when she looked at it.

This is the first time she has seen her lady personally make something to give away.

Zhao Ma put Shen Shuyu's knitted scarf in her hand and looked at her carefully.

Although knitting a scarf is a very simple matter, it takes a lot of effort to knit it well.

Beginners don't know the size of the strength, it is easy to knit the scarf tightly without aesthetics.

But Shen Shuyu's scarf does not have these problems at present.

There are three strands of flowers on the bright red scarf, and the trend is symmetrical and smooth, with no unevenness at all.

It's not like a beginner at all.

It's just that, at the speed of knitting the scarf of their lady, shouldn't it only have a length less than the forearm?

Could it be...

Zhao Ma suspiciously looked at the woolen ball next to Shen Shuyu.

The winding disk of wool that has been woven through a round is placed aside.

Sure enough, their lady took apart all the weaving before.

Zhao's mother stroked the soft and delicate scarf, and she didn't know how many times her lady took it apart before she became what she is now.

I don't know who had the luck to be treated like this by Shen Shuyu.

Shen Shuyu saw that Zhao Ma looked at a pattern for a long time and did not move away, and was a little worried, "What's wrong, Zhao Ma, is there any place I knit wrong?"

Only then did Ma Zhao come back to her senses, and hurriedly replied: "Very well, Miss did not knit anything wrong."

"That's good." Shen Shuyu sighed in relief and smiled satisfied.

She had just eaten a strawberry, and her crystal lips were still dyed with a hint of red.

He laughed, like a rose blooming in the snow in winter.

Vivid.

In the quiet living room, there was a "da da" sound when the needles collided, followed by a bell that rang on the hour.

It's already nine o'clock in the evening.

At the end of the year, various inspections of the company's affairs were piled up, and Shen Lin traveled around China and abroad, and was not at home very much for the whole month.

The house is empty, and only Shen Shuyu is alone.

She is a prisoner bird flying freely in this cage.

Shen Shuyu decided that today she would knit to the length of her forearm before going to bed.

She couldn't be as brave as Li Qingqing in weaving a scarf at school, so she could only work overtime at night to make them.

Christmas is coming in five days, and there is not much time left for her.

Looking at the silence outside the window, Shen Shuyu's eyes became a little lonely, and then he was driven away by firm belief.

Since Yu Mo said, she never had hope for herself.

Then give her expectation and hope for her.

Turn this heart into a surprise and give it to her.

A rare occurrence on Christmas Eve this year is on Saturday, when the student party does not have to attend classes, and the festive atmosphere of joy and happiness lasts from Monday to Saturday.

The streets are full of red, green and white elements, and "snow" is falling in the windows of various shopping malls.

The Christmas teacher has no class consciousness, and gave the same excitement in Shangcheng District as in Xiacheng District.

As night is approaching, the hazy moonlight shines brightly in the sky that has not yet been completely dark.

A man wearing a long black down jacket and a black knitted hat was walking in the residential complex of Shen Shuyu's home carrying a beautifully wrapped paper bag.

Before a fork in the road, the man stopped, slightly raised his head and looked at an uphill intersection on the left.

The roadside lights shone brightly on her face, sketching her slightly heroic hump nose.

As promised, Yu Mo came to the community where Shen Shuyu's home was located, and came to give her biscuits in person.

She looked at the small stone blue bungalow at the end of the uphill.

She still remembered that Shen Shuyu's room was on the far left side of the second floor, and there was a tall semi-arc bay window.

At that time, she would always follow Shen Shuyu to send her home, seeing the warm yellow light on the window with her own eyes.

Shen Shuyu's slim silhouette is cast on the glass windows, like a Western oil painting.

Yu Mo smiled silently, and walked up.

She thought that she would never see this beautiful little bungalow again.

And at this time,

Shen Shuyu was standing in front of the French windows, looking at the lights on both sides of the road from a distance.

When someone passes by, the shadow is the first thing that exposes them.

Finally, in Shen Shuyu's expectation, a dark shadow slowly entered on the quiet path in front of the house.

Yu Mo wrapped herself up too tightly, even rounding her shadow.

The chubby bread shadow was stretched and shortened by the lights on the side of the road, and approached slightly in Shen Shuyu's line of sight.

Shen Shuyu's heartbeat gradually became faster as the shadow approached.

She hurriedly got up to tidy up the long sweater dress on her body, and combed her hair against the glass fish tank.

Xiaojin walked by with his tail leisurely, spitting bubbles at Shen Shuyu.

"Ding Dong." The doorbell rang as scheduled.

Ma Zhao came out of the meeting room in a hurry to open the door, but was stopped by Shen Shuyu: "I'll come, Ma Zhao."

Mother Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Does the young lady need to prepare refreshments?"

"No need." Shen Shuyu shook her head, she had other plans.

The walnut door was slowly opened by Shen Shuyu, and Yu Mo appeared in front of Shen Shuyu wearing a black suit.

Shen Shuyu took the initiative to say hello: "Good evening."

"Ang, good evening." Yu Mo was a little surprised when Shen Shuyu came to open the door.

"Do you want to come in and sit down?" Shen Shuyu asked naturally.

"No, I'll give you the biscuits." As Yu Mo said, he handed the bag he was carrying to Shen Shuyu.

Shen Shuyu also expected Yu Mo to say this, took the bag, and asked, "I heard that there are Christmas Eve celebrations in the central square. Would you like to go see it?"

Yu Mo is not interested in this kind of things. She feels that instead of having fun, she should go home and read a few pages of books: "No, I want to read some books tonight."

Shen Shuyu regrets that he lent another reference book to Yu Mo yesterday.

She clenched her hand on the doorknob for a few minutes, and then said: "It's rare for you to come out for such a big event during the festival, just to send me a box of biscuits, it's not worth it. "

Yu Mo hesitated.

Counting it back from rebirth, I haven't had a relaxing play for a long time.

She still remembers that the Christmas Eve event in the central square of the last generation was particularly successful, and everyone was still talking about it with gusto when they came back from school on Monday.

It's just that she waited for her one night at the door of Shen Shuyu's house that day and failed to make it.

"I heard that the central square has introduced a new night market this time, and there is a lot of food. Last time you invited me, this time I invite you." Shen Shuyu saw that Yu Mo was shaken, and added.

I thought I had walked so long in the cold wind, and I was a little bit cold, and Yu Mo really wanted to eat something warm.

Since Shen Shuyu had said that she would invite herself, Yu Mo stopped rejecting it, and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

The night tonight is not as dark as usual, perhaps because of the festival, the sky is covered with a layer of golden light.

The central square of Shen Shuyu's home is not far away, but within a few minutes, Yu Mo could see a lot of prosperity in front of him.

Various small stalls were set up in an orderly manner in the empty square that was originally surrounded by shopping malls.

The steaming heat adds a bit of warmth to this cold night.

Shen Shuyu ordered an oden, and when he turned his head, he saw the surprise on Yu Mo's face beside him.

She stood next to her and introduced to her: "The joint project in the BC district has been done very well recently, and many features of the Xiacheng District have been substituted into the Shangcheng District, which is also very popular with everyone."

Yu Mo was pleased, but still more worried: "I don't know how long this hole can last, and how many people can come in."

"Little girl, hot you carefully."

At this time, the owner of the oden cook also cooked Shen Shuyu's oden, and a bowl full of steaming steam.

"Thank you." Shen Shuyu took the oden, she looked at the various snacks inside, and preached to Yu Mo: "As long as the opening is opened to one degree, it will never be closed again."

Yu Mo: "There are a lot of people inside making Kizumi want it to close."

Shen Shuyu did not deny, but he was not sure either.

She looked at the bright lights around her, and only Yu Mo was annoyed by the plight that they all understood each other.

Shen Shuyu pursed his lips, poked a Yumo's waist, and handed the oden to her: "Bitterness and hatred, like a little old lady."

Yu Mo was taken aback when she heard Shen Shuyu's words.

When did Shen Shuyu learn to say such things?

Yu Mo found it novel and interesting, and laughed out of it, "Well, we won't discuss this today."

Shen Shuyu didn't speak, but only gave Yu Mo one: the look in his eyes was almost the same, with a cold temper and a little temper.

Yu Mo felt that the sense of alienation that Shen Shuyu had brought to others had completely disappeared.

Now she stood by her side as if she were any of her ordinary friends.

There is no sense of distance, no resistance to her.

There were more people in the square while talking, and the narrow night market passage was slowly crowded with people.

Shen Shuyu stretched out his hand, and her slender fingers grabbed the pockets of Yu Mo's down jacket like they did in the night market last time.

Without physical contact, Yu Mo couldn't even feel the temperature on the back of Shen Shuyu's hand.

But, just when she was so close to herself the moment.

For some reason, Yu Mo's heart bounced twice, and she lost consciousness for a while.

"What's the matter?" Shen Shuyu didn't notice Yu Mo's reaction, and pulled at the pocket of Yu Mo who could not leave.

"Ah, I..." Yu Mo returned to his senses, looked around, and casually made an excuse: "I want to go skating."

Following Yu Mo's sight, Shen Shuyu saw the three simple "skating rink" characters on the advertising sign of the opposite shopping mall, and readily agreed: "Okay."

Shen Shuyu and Yu Mo greeted the Christmas songs all the way to the ice rink on the third floor of the mall.

As soon as he arrived on the third floor, the cold breath exuding from the ice rink hit Yu Mo, an unprepared person.

She looked at the skating rink not far away, her eyelids twitched.

Yu Mo found out that she had missed a detail on the billboard, and a bright ice skate was drawn under the words of the extremely artistic skating rink.

It turned out to be skating, not roller skating.

Yu Mo looked at the two pairs of ice skates that Shen Shuyu had brought out, and his throat rolled with difficulty.

She has never skated on ice like this.

"What's the matter?" Shen Shuyu handed the shoes to Yu Mo, asking her in a daze, puzzled.

Yu Mo pondered.

Wouldn’t it be bad if I told Shen Shuyu whether I would skate, after all, I wanted to come here to skate...

Why is skating not skating? I know how to roller skating. Is it possible to change to skating?

It's just a word, what's the problem.

I'm an S-level Alpha, it's easy to learn something.

Facts have proved that the difference between one word is really big.

When Yu Mo bet on her Alpha's dignity and set foot on the rink, she realized that her legs did not belong to her.

The ice surface is more slippery than a roller skating field.

As soon as Yu Mo stepped onto it, the shoes under her feet seemed to have self-consciousness, sliding her legs forward.

But the point is, her other leg is still outside!

Because of such a very unhappy beginning, Yu Mo has a natural vigilance and fear on this ice surface.

Shen Shuyu is the opposite of Yu Mo.

Zhou Yan is fun. There is an ice skating rink in the eastern suburbs. She couldn't get Shen Lin, so she turned Shen Shuyu and went to play with her for some time.

Originally, Shen Shuyu had ballet skills as a blessing. Over time, her skating skills were able to reach the professional level.

Here, Shen Shuyu is as light as a butterfly, skating out a few steps on the rink.

When I turned around, I found that Yu Mo hadn't followed.

She looked back at the entrance area blankly.

But I saw Yu Mo clinging to the railing at the edge of the court, sliding the ice skates under his feet little by little with his arms.

Except for his legs, Yu Mo's whole body was struggling.

She blushed slightly, her eyes focused on the road under her feet.

Clumsy and cute.

Shen Shuyu smiled unconsciously, gently pushed the skates under her feet, and returned to Yu Mo, "Can't slip?"

"……Ok."

Although it was difficult to admit, Yu Mo nodded.

Shen Shuyu naturally stretched out his hand to Yu Mo: "Come, I will take you."

Yu Mo looked at Shen Shuyu's hand extended to him, and his heart moved slightly.

Her fingers loosened the clasped railing slightly, but tightened again.

Yu Mo's resistance to Shen Shuyu surged.

She dared not give herself to Shen Shuyu.

Shen Shuyu could see Yu Mo's concerns.

In such an environment that makes her feel terrified, it is difficult for her to give her all to someone who has hurt her in the past.

Yu Mo's phrase "I have never had hope for Shen Shuyu." rang in Shen Shuyu's ear.

Shen Shuyu's hand was always facing Yu Mo firmly and never retracted.

The cold air infested her jade-white fingertips, leaving a reddish touch on her knuckles.

She wants to give her hope and everything she can do.

Give her the piety of someone who has never believed in.

"Yu Mo, trust me."

"I won't let go of your hand."

Shen Shuyu said.

Yu Mowen's prestige Xiangshen Shuyu.

She saw that Shen Shuyu looked at her quietly.

The silver eyes were brighter than the stars in the night sky on the huge window glass behind her.

Little by little, the darkness in Yu Mo's heart was dispelled.

"……good."

Yu Mo lightly took a breath of cool air, trying to suppress the anxiety in his heart.

Then, her finger tried to release it a second time.

Shen Shuyu watched Yu Mo's arm trembling slightly and stretched out towards him.

She didn't wait for Yu Mo to put her hand in her hand, but took the initiative to grab Yu Mo's hand.

The two hands were finally folded and shook together.

The warmth in the palms of the hands blended in the freezing skating rink.

The world is quiet.

Shen Shuyu, who only wanted to take Yu Mo's hand to take her skating, had countless feelings in his heart.

Green vines broke ground on Shen Shuyu's heart field full of flowers.

They intertwine each other and move straight towards the dome.

One after another huge pink buds bloomed among the clouds.

"Hold on, don't let go." Yu Mo reminded with lingering fears.

Shen Shuyu nodded his head lightly: "Well, trust me. I will take you to a lap, so you won't be afraid."

Speaking of Shen Shuyu, he gently lifted his foot to slide on the ice.

Yu Mo slid with her beside Shen Shuyu.

Anxiety and fear were intertwined in Yu Mo's heart, but because Shen Shuyu held his hand tightly, he gradually became less afraid.

Yu Mo tried to follow the rhythm of Shen Shuyu, learning to control the ice skates under his feet.

The ice is no longer so uncontrolled.

The cold wind also became gentle, and gently brushed against Yu Mo's profile.

Yu Mo still held Shen Shuyu's hand, and when she relaxed, she gradually felt the warmth that Shen Shuyu conveyed to her.

And the faint scent of tea plum that was lifted by the breeze.

The lights are shining, and people are everywhere in the skating rink.

Only Shen Shuyu was a clear point in Yu Mo's eyes.

Her eyes were faint, but also soft.

As if enjoying this skating journey.

Under Yu Mo's gaze, Shen Shuyu looked at Yu Mo seemingly inadvertently.

The cool breeze made the tip of her nose reddish.

Her eyes were smiling, and a subtle and introverted camellia bloomed on her little white face.

It also bloomed on the cusp of Yu Mo's heart.

Many small dots floating in the sky are reflected on the bright glass of a commercial building illuminated by neon lights in the dark night.

White snowflakes floated leisurely in the air, and fell on the ground one by one.

The pedestrians outside the square still didn't react, and stopped stunnedly.

"Snowing!"

At this time, I didn't know where the exclamation came from. Many people took off their gloves and used their palms to meet the pure white floating in the sky.

It really is snow!

Everyone exclaimed unconsciously.

Feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky one after another in the Christmas carols.

Shen Shuyu and Yu Mo finished skating, and walked out side by side with a cup of warm milk tea in their hands.

Pushing open the door, you can see the snow-white paved floor by floor.

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, the gears of memory slowly fluctuating.

She finally remembered that what she regretted most in her last life, and also the most talked about, was the snow on Christmas Eve.

The snow on Christmas Eve is a gift from heaven to all mankind.

No one will refuse.

The golden light shone on the dark sky, and the white snow slowly landed on the ground.

Pure white and golden can blend, really like a fairyland.

Yu Mo couldn't help but walked to the clearing, stretched out and took a piece of swaying snow.

Appreciating this wonderful snowy night.

And Shen Shuyu stood quietly behind Yu Mo, watching her merge with this purity.

Pure and splendid.

The air became cold, and every breath turned into a cloud of white mist.

Yu Mo's nose and eye tails were also dyed cold red.

Shen Shuyu's hands hidden in the bag were about to move.

She took a deep breath and walked directly towards Yu Mo in response to the white mist she vomited.

A burst of warmth passed from Yu Mo's neck.

There was a big red scarf around her neck when she lowered her head.

"Merry Christmas." Shen Shuyu smiled slightly and preached to Yu Mo.

No one knows how nervous she looks at Yu Mo now.

Yu Mo was a little dazed.

She fixedly looked at the red in front of her, her heart beating uncontrollably.

Did Shen Shuyu knit this for herself?

Then Yu Mo raised his hand to touch the scarf, and then looked at Shen Shuyu.

The tricks are so complicated, she should have bought them.

How could she knit a scarf for herself by herself?

Yu Mo thought so, forcibly pressing this unrealistic conjecture into the bottom of his heart with the throbbing of his chest.

"Thank you, I like it very much," Yu Mo said.

Even if it wasn't Shen Shuyu's hand-knitting, she liked it very much.

This is the first time Shen Shuyu has given himself a holiday gift.

Although now she is no longer his wife.

"You're welcome." The smile on Shen Shuyu's face even worsened.

Under the snow, the hour and minute hands of the clock tower are slowly approaching the number twelve.

It's almost zero o'clock, and Christmas Eve is also over.

The world is made holy by a piece of snow.

Everyone was immersed in the sudden joy of surprise, only the vendors who bought the apples at the stall started to worry.

After twelve o'clock, Ping An Guo is like a Cinderella who has lost her magic, and has changed back to an apple again.

"Apple is cheaper, two for twenty yuan!"

"Fifteen yuan for two, and a greeting card!"

...

Yu Mo was attracted by the shouting, "Wait for me."

With that said, Shen Shuyu saw this silent stride towards the vendor's stall.

She watched Yu Mo pick and choose in front of the stall, and she didn't know what to say to the vendor.

There are some doubts and expectations in my heart.

Did she buy Ping An fruit for herself?

Shen Shuyu looked at Yu Mo expectantly, but saw that she was picking up a large bag of apples at the stall.

Smiled and paid the stall owner.

It turned out that she just took advantage of the cheaper apples and went to buy them.

Shen Shuyu held the warm milk tea in his hand, her long eyelashes drooping lightly.

The little leather shoes creaked on the snow on the ground.

She was indescribably disappointed.

A shadow blocked the light in front of Shen Shuyu, and Yu silently returned to her with a large bag of apples.

"Shen Shuyu."

Yu Mo's voice was full of joy.

Is this to show yourself that she has bought a lot of delicious apples at a low price?

Shen Shuyu raised his head and looked at Yu Mo with no interest.

Under the light and shadow,

Shen Shuyu saw a red apple silently placed in his palm and handed it to himself.

"Merry Christmas."

The author has something to say: The last update of 2020 is reached!

All sweetness is a knife in the future, everyone will take a look and cherish it.

—— Xiaoge·liu, a non-famous national first-level roller coaster driver.

(Let's first push this roller coaster that only drives halfway up the mountain slowly to the top.)