After saying this, Jasmine immediately looked over.
Is there something wrong with Uncle Owen’s eyes? Didn’t he see the whole process clearly just now?
Besides, Sister Shuhe had just met that little devil, so she must be in a bad mood, so he asked again.
Jasmine was about to speak to stop him, but Owen noticed her intention first and picked up an apple slice from the fruit plate and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Be good, eat some fruit first."
Jasmine, who was forced to mute her microphone: “?”
At the side, Jin Yanzhou heard the noise and looked over, frowned and glanced at Owen, then reached out and took the apple piece out of Jasmine's mouth.
"It's a little cold, drink your milk." He said, handing the milk over.
Jasmine: “…”
But she is not thirsty.
...
...
Just as I was about to accuse Uncle Owen of his rude behavior, he glanced at me the next second.
He winked at her, then quickly glanced at the figures on both sides.
Jasmine stopped talking and quickly understood what Uncle Owen meant.
So, after being surprised, he held the milk with a smile on his face, drinking it sip by sip, watching Uncle Owen perform.
Jin Yanzhou saw all the implicit communication between the two people, frowned slightly, and looked at Jasmine's happy expression.
I don’t know what these two people are doing.
“Miss Shen, you are not looking for them to exchange feelings, right?” Owen put his right ankle on his left knee, his tone confused.
Shen Shuhe: “…”
It took her a few seconds to come to terms with Owen's way of speaking.
This foreign friend is really straightforward.
After a while, she shook her head: "No."
Seeing that she was not very averse to this topic, Owen opened his mouth to continue asking, and heard Shen Shuhe say again: "Debt collection."
Owen: “…”
That's so direct, but it's true.
He recalled the images transmitted by the drone, where two women fell into the lake one after another. In this weather, they must have been frozen to death, right?
Owen shrugged his shoulders and asked, "So they're here to collect debts. Did they bully you again? I heard from Jasmine that you were hospitalized a few days ago."
Although it is a question, the tone is affirmative.
Shen Shuhe didn't want to mention those two people too much, for no other reason than that it would affect his mood, so he simply replied with a "hmm".
After she finished speaking, she saw milk stains on the corners of Jasmine's mouth, so she took out a tissue and wiped it for her.
Jasmine smiled and said thank you.
"Ms. Shen, your life is so hard. Your husband's family and the mistress are totally making fun of you, so when are you going to get a divorce?"
Such a sentence suddenly rang out in the quiet carriage.
Then, as if the world was paused, everyone fell silent.
Shen Shuhe paused for a moment, then threw the tissue away as if nothing had happened.
Jasmine looked at Owen with dissatisfaction.
She wanted Uncle Owen to bring Daddy and Sister Shuhe together, but that wasn't meant to be a stab in Sister Shuhe's heart!
What a monkey trick!
Sister Shuhe is not a monkey, but those people are scoundrels and violent!
The car suddenly became quiet, but Owen, the instigator, felt nothing. He glanced at the expressions of several people and said, "What's wrong? I didn't say anything wrong."
"What's the point of living in this marriage? It's better to get divorced early." Owen said, looking like a love expert, imparting his experience earnestly: "Miss Shen, no one should be wronged. You see how miserable you are. Your husband doesn't love you and your son doesn't care about you. You might as well get a divorce and find a better one. I can recommend you...ah...!"
At the end, his voice suddenly rose. Owen covered half of his face and looked at the man next to him. In his hand was a bottle of beer that he had intercepted two seconds ago: "Jin, what are you doing?!"
"You're too noisy." Jin Yanzhou took his hand back and signaled with his eyes: "Drink your drink and stop talking."
Owen: “?”
"I'm not wrong!" Owen retorted, and then looked at Shen Shuhe opposite him, only to see that the woman's expression was a little lighter than before.
But he observed for a few seconds and was not angry.
So Owen braved the two dissatisfied gazes and said quickly, “Ms. Shen, don’t think I’m nagging. Jasmine likes you, and Jin also regards you as a friend, so I said this.”
If it were someone else, would he care about you, the number of mistresses?
After saying this, Jasmine said with a complicated expression: "Uncle Owen, you... should just drink."
Owen: “……?”
Aren't we allies?
"Mr. Owen, I'm not angry." At this time, Shen Shuhe spoke slowly, and she smiled at Owen, "I just feel that I don't want to waste my breath on these meaningless people."
“As for the divorce you mentioned…” Shen Shuhe spoke softly, lowering his eyes to look at his fingertips.
Hearing this, except for Jin Yanzhou, the rest of the people, one big and one small, looked at her intently.
Jasmine clenched the bottle in her hand. What did Sister Shuhe think?
She was feeling anxious, and about three or four seconds later she heard the person next to her add something.
"Mr. Irving, can you tell me why I want a divorce?"
The unusually calm question confused Owen.
At this moment, Jin Yanzhou, who was concentrating on looking at the data, paused for a moment when he heard the voice and looked over.
The woman was wearing a hat, and from under the brim, her clear and bright eyes were staring at Owen. Her emotions did not fluctuate, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry.
Owen asked her why she didn't get a divorce and listed so many benefits, but she asked him back in a unique way why she wanted to get a divorce.
Jin Yanzhou simply placed the tablet on his crossed legs, and lightly tapped a corner of the tablet with his slender white fingertips. After a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking of, but a smile flashed across his eyes.
But Owen next to him was still confused.
It was clearly his question, how come she was asking him?
Why do you want a divorce?
Owen chewed on this sentence, and many reasons suddenly appeared in his mind.
Could it be that Shen Shuhe just wanted to be a wealthy wife, since no one in the Pei family would care about her and she could live more comfortably?
But the idea was rejected the next second.
Because she is obviously uncomfortable now, being chased and tormented by her husband, son and mistress all day long.
Secondly, there are many people who are richer and more powerful than Pei Jingmo. She really wants to be a rich wife with no worries and much money to spend. With her face, she can always find someone like that.
So...why on earth?
It's not for self-torture, right?
Owen rubbed his eyebrows, puzzled.
After a few seconds, Owen, who really couldn't figure it out, put down his right leg, leaned down, supported his knees with his elbows, and asked humbly: "Why?"
Shen Shuhe looked at him so serious and laughed. She pretended to think for a few seconds, and then replied very seriously: "Maybe it's because Pei Jingmo is too handsome. I'm afraid I won't find someone as handsome as him next time."
After that, the carriage fell silent again.
But this time there was an eerie silence.
Owen and Jasmine were stunned and didn't know what to say in response for a moment.
This answer sounded like a joke, but Shen Shuhe's expression was too serious, and he couldn't tell the truth from the false for a while.
Is she really attracted by Pei Jingmo's face?
But what's wrong with Yanzhou's face! He's not ten or a hundred times more handsome than Pei Jingmo!
Owen felt that Shen Shuhe's thinking was really narrow!
"Ms. Shen, I think you should go out more often. There are many people on earth who are more handsome than Pei Jingmo. For example, there are two in front of you right now."
"Look at me, then look at Jin, and then look at your husband. Don't you think your words are unconvincing?"
Hearing the voice, Shen Shuhe's brows moved slightly, and after hearing Owen's words, he subconsciously looked at the man next to him...
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