I'm finally divorced

When Song Qingzhou woke up, it seemed to be raining outside the house, and the crackling sound hit the window sill, which was a bit noisy.He blinked slowly twice, his eyelashes as black as a crow's feather trembled, and the shadows cast out flickered.

"Student Xiao Ai." He raised his slender, slightly pale fingers and pinched the center of his brows, his voice a little hoarse.

"here I am."

"what time is it now."

"Twenty thirty."

Song Qingzhou sat up and found himself in the dark, and it was dark outside the window, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

It was dark and it was raining.

He dutifully called his husband, but there was no answer there. After a while, he called his assistant again.

"Hi, madam, the president is in a meeting right now, so it's not convenient to answer the phone."

Song Qingzhou hummed in understanding.

"So is he coming back tonight?"

"Will do."

Song Qingzhou hung up the phone, lay back on the recliner, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and sang with headphones.

[Jiang Li: Zhouzhou, can we broadcast live tonight? ]

Song Qingzhou typed two words slowly: no.

[Jiang Li: What a pity! ! ]

Song Qingzhou opened the calendar of the mobile phone, and silently counted how many days until he regained his freedom.

58 days.

Song Qingzhou had a car accident two years ago, and he couldn't be saved, but something called the system made a deal with him, letting him marry Xie Xun, taking care of him meticulously, acting as his wife, until he The white moonlight in my heart returned home.

Song Qingzhou asked the system why, and it faltered and said that the cannon fodder character who took this plot died unexpectedly, so he had to find someone to replace it.

He had to give up his life at the age of 22, married Xie Xun, lived a life that didn't belong to him, and did things he didn't like.

Song Qingzhou was in a daze with his mind blank, the phone slid down slowly, and then hit his face with a slap.

hurts a little.

He picked up the phone and got another message.

[Jiang Li: It's over, it's over, I have something to go out this weekend, but last time I promised fans that I will broadcast live this week, my mouth is too fast, what should I do? ]

Jiang Li and him are partners. The two have worked together for almost a year and have gained a lot of fans on the music platform. However, it is Jiang Li who always shows up when singing, and also during live broadcasts.

Song Qingzhou sent a voice: "It's okay, I can do it by myself, I will arrange the time."

[Jiang Li: Please!When I treat you to dinner later, I will explain to the fans first. ]

[Jiang Li: Hehe, in fact, everyone mainly wants to see you. ]

Song Qingzhou then opened the notepad, and most of the notes listed in it were related to Xie Xun, such as daily schedule, dietary taboos, daily attire...etc. Remember clearly, I have to say that Xie Xun is really picky and difficult to serve.

Such a person should be left alone.

He looked at Xie Xun's itinerary and arranged time for himself, just like when he was in college he looked at the almost full schedule to arrange his spare time.

Almost half an hour later, Song Qingzhou took an umbrella and went out, and then saw the car slowly driving into the courtyard.

Not surprisingly, he arrived home at [-]:[-], very punctual, and what Song Qingzhou had to do was to wait for him at the door.

Xie Xun's life is too regular, completely opposite to him, but he has to live a regular life with him.

It was still raining outside, and there was dampness and coldness in the air. Song Qingzhou was dressed thinly and felt a little cold, so she quickly ran to Xie Xun with an umbrella.

The assistant driving the car couldn't help sighing when he saw this scene. Madam loves the CEO so much. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling sorry, but it's a pity that his boss doesn't understand the style.

Xie Xun is very tall. Song Qingzhou raised his hand high when he held the umbrella for him, but he didn't intend to take the umbrella over at all. Those thin and cool eyes didn't show any emotion, which seemed a bit unhuman .

"Didn't I say it, don't do these meaningless things."

Song Qingzhou: ... Then you hold the umbrella yourself.

Song Qingzhou didn't say a word, and kept his eyebrows down, like a docile sheep. After entering the house, he put his umbrella on the balcony, and then said to Xie Xun, "I heard from the assistant that you didn't eat the meal I sent you this afternoon." , do you want to eat something, or you will have a stomachache..."

Xie Xun went upstairs as he untied his tie, and only said two words coldly: "No." He never looked at Song Qingzhou from the beginning to the end, not even giving him the corner of his eye.

He usually doesn't pay much attention to anyone, including his wife who has lived with him for nearly two years.

Song Qingzhou watched him go upstairs and then into the study.

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that every time he was with Xie Xun, he was challenging his bottom line.

58 days.

hold back.

However, he couldn't go back to the room to rest early, worried about his stomachache, so he sent medicine and hot water up, and told him to go to bed early, which was something he had to do almost every night.

Xie Xun felt that it was redundant for him to do these things, including Song Qingzhou, who was used to living alone.

"Good night." Song Qingzhou said softly.

After returning to the room, he buried himself in the soft quilt and rolled twice. The most relaxing time of the day is probably the night.

The platform transferred a sum of money to him, and he hasn't seen how much there is until now. Song Qingzhou took a look at it, and then stored most of it in the bank card, and the rest was used for daily expenses.

When will I be able to afford a house after leaving Xie Xun?

He figured it out, and rented an apartment with good sound insulation, and couldn't afford a house.

Within two months, he felt he could start looking for an apartment.

He browsed the shopping software under the warm yellow night light. In fact, he has almost added the daily necessities that he will buy when he moves out in the future to the shopping cart, but he always forgets. Now he thinks of one and adds one.

In the end, he didn't know how he fell asleep. When the alarm clock woke him up the next day, the screen of the phone was still on, the phone was a little hot, and the battery was only [-]% left.

The morning cheese bacon omelette toast is golden and looks extremely tempting, and the person who cooks for breakfast even draws a smiley face with the sauce on the plate.

Xie frowned indiscriminately, feeling that this behavior was a bit naive.

He picked up the knife and fork slowly, and put another cup of hot fresh milk beside him.

The two of them had breakfast at the dining table without too much noise, except for Song Qingzhou's unskilled use of a knife and fork.

He doesn't like western breakfast at all.

Song Qingzhou cut a small piece of fried egg toast, then put down the knife and fork, wiped the smiling face on the plate, and wiped it off.

He retracted his hand, and the knife and fork beside him suddenly fell down, making a crisp and abrupt sound.

Song Qingzhou quickly picked it up.

Xie Xun, who was on the opposite side, looked up at him, finished eating early, and said calmly, "I've finished eating. I don't need to deliver food at noon. I'm very busy."

He took out a tissue and wiped it off, then stood up and left.

The milk is still steaming hot, and the breakfast is not finished yet.

Waste food.

Song Qingzhou silently ate a breakfast and drank two glasses of milk.

Who wants to bring him food.

Passionate.