I'm finally divorced

Song Qingzhou cleaned up the tableware, and then worked for a while.Because of the heavy rain yesterday, the potted plants on the balcony lost a lot of leaves. He moved them all to a shelter from the rain and mopped the floor again.

After the balcony was cleaned up, there was a scratch on his white hand, which was especially obvious with small dried blood.

Song Qingzhou frowned. She didn't know when she shaved it, and she didn't feel it.

He washed his hands in the bath and didn't pay much attention.It didn't take long for him to receive a call from Xie Xun's mother, and Song Qingzhou called her mother.

"Zhouzhou, are you still at home now?"

Song Qingzhou responded softly.

Mrs. Xie sighed, and mentioned Xie Xun, with a little blame, "I told Xie Xun to let him accompany you around, even to the company, it seems that he is disobedient again."

She thought that Song Qingzhou was always at home alone, and had no friends here, so she inevitably felt lonely.

"it does not matter."

Mrs. Xie actually treated him very well, and the two communicated a lot. It can be said that she is the person who understands him best.

"I just want to go to the company to see him, so you can come with me, okay?"

Song Qingzhou didn't know how to refuse, so she had to reply: "Well, okay."

"You don't need to cook, I'll let Lao Li take you home later."

"Ok."

Xie Xun just finished the meeting and went back to the office to deal with the documents. The assistant made him a cup of coffee and observed Xie Xun silently, not knowing how he was feeling now.

He was considering how to speak. Xie Xun suddenly raised his head and asked abruptly, "What's the matter?"

The assistant looked away in embarrassment, clasped his hands and nodded, and said, "Yes, Madam will come over at noon today."

"Tell him I don't have time."

The assistant paused, "It's your mother, Mrs. Xie."

Xie Xun felt that things were not that simple, so he slowly put down the pen in his hand.

"She came with the madam."

Xie Xun frowned and said nothing.

So far, he has not paid much attention to Song Qingzhou. In his impression, he is probably the kind of docile and well-behaved person.

It is precisely such a person that Xie's mother likes very much.

When they got married, Xie's mother said that Song Qingzhou liked him very much and told him to take good care of Song Qingzhou.

But Xie Xun felt that their marriage was just an arrangement without much affection.

After the two got married, Xie Xun's life was still as normal as before, as pale as water, and could not stir up any ripples.

He doesn't like people like Song Qingzhou, it's not interesting, and it's always easy to be ignored.

One day after coming back from a social event, he went back to his study as usual. His friend called him, and somehow he talked to Song Qingzhou. He said that Song Qingzhou looked good, so let's have a good time with him.

Xie Xun knew that his friend was entrusted by his parents, so he sat in the office chair for a while and said silently, "You know, I don't like arranged marriages. If it wasn't for my family, I wouldn't have married him at all."

The friend paused for a moment, laughed to ease the embarrassment, and said, "Yes...that's the truth."

When Xie Xun raised his head, he saw a person standing at the half-covered door, he guessed it was Song Qingzhou.

It didn't take long for him to hear a muffled noise. It turned out that Song Qingzhou accidentally fell down the stairs.

After being injured for a hundred days, Song Qingzhou was hospitalized. Xie Xun just came to see him as a matter of routine, but during that period of time, Song Qingzhou didn't like to talk to him very much, as if he had a different mood.

However, he didn't have time to get to the bottom of it, and he didn't have much interest in paying attention to him. He only knew that after returning home, Song Qingzhou looked like that again, docile and well-behaved.

"Zhouzhou, what happened to your hand?"

Xie's mother was careful, and immediately found the wound on his tiger's mouth. Song Qingzhou rubbed it carelessly, and said with a smile: "It's not in the way, I accidentally scratched it."

Mother Xie gently took his hand over, ordered someone to take a band-aid, and stuck it on for him carefully.

"Xie was injured in the past." She said, "When he was young, I always had a Band-Aid on my body."

Song Qingzhou knew that there was a gap between Xie Xun and Xie's mother, so they rarely met.

Xie Xun didn't seem to want to see anyone in the family.

"Now that he grows up, he doesn't like to talk to anyone. He is busy with work every day. Thanks to you for taking care of him."

Xie's mother thinks that Xie Xun married Song Qingzhou very well, but his son is not very enlightened and hasn't discovered Song Qingzhou's goodness.

"Actually, I didn't help much." Song Qingzhou replied.

Mother Xie shook her head, her eyes were filled with disbelief, "Actually, Xie Xun has been taken care of very well by you, I hope you can go on like this for the rest of your life."

Song Qingzhou was silent and didn't answer Xie's mother's words.

They couldn't go on for a long time, he had been thinking about divorcing Xie Xun for a long time.

He planned the future, but the future is not looking for it.

Mother Xie faintly sensed something, smiled, and said: "Come and taste the soup I made, to nourish your body."

She added: "We'll send it to Xie Xun later."

When the two of them went out, it rained lightly outside, and the whole city was shrouded in smog, gloomy and gloomy, without bright colors.

Song Qingzhou looked at his phone, and it was smoggy for a week.

Xie's mother told the driver to drive slowly, as the outside could not be seen clearly.

Song Qingzhou sent a WeChat message to Xie Xun.

[Song Qingzhou: My mother and I are on the way. ]

He thought about it and sent another message.

[Song Qingzhou: The weather has been smoggy for the past few days, so pay more attention on the road. ]

Xie Xun didn't return him.

Song Qingzhou pressed the phone off and leaned on the car seat.

This is also very good, Xie Xun is indifferent to him, and the divorce will be easier when the time comes.

The system said that Xie was thinking about divorce after seeing his Bai Yueguang a few times.

When Xie's mother took Song Qingzhou to Xie Xun's office, many people looked inquiringly and even discussed.

"Who is who?"

"The ring that the little brother wears seems to be the same style as the president's."

"Really, your eyes are so sharp?"

Mother Xie handed over the thermos to the assistant, sat on the sofa, and slowly gathered the cashmere shawl on her body.

When she walked over, the high heels made a rattling sound, it was hard for Xie Xun not to notice.

Song Qingzhou came to him and reminded: "It's time to eat."

"understood."

The assistant put the rich dishes on the table, and then asked Xie's mother and Song Qingzhou what they wanted to drink. Xie's mother only said: "You accompany me to go outside to get some air."

The assistant immediately understood, it seemed that Mrs. Xie was creating a chance for the president and the others to be alone.

"Xiao Xun, this is a meal cooked by Zhou Zhou himself. I accidentally hurt my hand. Eat more."

Song Qingzhou subconsciously raised her eyes to look at Xie's mother, but the other party just smiled slightly to signal his reassurance, then turned and left with her assistant.

Song Qingzhou explained: "The food is made by my mother, not me."

"It does not matter."

Ok.

Song Qingzhou didn't speak anymore.

"Don't you have your own business? Why are you staying here?" His expression was always indifferent, with deep eyes and sharp browbones, which always made people feel a little scary.

Like a high-ranking authority, he questioned, as if in a routine, without any emotional color.

It's hard for Song Qingzhou to imagine that such a person would like others.

"Like work, don't you have a job?"

It's rare for him to ask Song Qingzhou about his work, but he just reminded him not to hang around him anymore, that's all.

He didn't expect Song Qingzhou to follow his words and reply: "I have a job and I'm at home..."

laugh.

Are you waiting for him to come back at home?

This is his job?

Xie Xun sneered, before he finished speaking.

Song Qingzhou didn't continue talking.

Broke up unhappily.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Qingzhou started to work.

Within a few minutes of his broadcast, someone swiped him the most expensive gift, several swipes at once.

The barrage is frantically swiping.

[It’s this local tyrant again! ]

[Woooooooo just came in and was hit violently. ]

[Show your face, Zhou Zhou, or I'll be sorry for the local tyrant. ]

[Super Rocket × 8: Faceless. ]

[Here he comes again, the local tyrant asks not to show his face, does he know Zhou Zhou? ]

Song Qingzhou wore a mask and only showed a pair of eyes. Looking at the familiar ID, he took out his phone and slowly found Xie's mother's WeChat profile picture.

[Song Qingzhou: Mom, stop buying gifts. ]

Just after posting, there was a coaxing sound, and a few bright characters floated across the barrage: Super Rocket × 666, there is no humanity.

Now the live broadcast room was completely blown up, and the update frequency of the barrage was very fast.

[The most exaggerated one ever seen! ]

[There is no humanity in the trenches, there is no humanity in the trenches...]

[The patron's father looks at me. ]

[There are people who buy gifts like this, wouldn’t it be nice to give money directly, the platform is worth four or six points, calm down! ]

……

[Xie Xun's mother: Oh, that one was brushed by your father just now. He was studying how to brush presents, and his hand slipped. ]

[Xie Xun's mother: Alright, don't delay your work, come on. ]

Xie's mother gave him a card earlier, saying it was pocket money, but Song Qingzhou didn't pick it up.

Ever since Mother Xie knew about his Weibo and work account, she started giving him gifts as soon as there was a live broadcast.

Song Qingzhou adjusted the camera so that only half of his face could be exposed, and then turned on the microphone.

This place of work is on the first floor, which is usually very quiet, and it is Song Qingzhou's favorite place to stay.

At the beginning, the equipment was very simple. Later, when he was able to make money, he began to add new equipment, then renovated it, added sound insulation materials, and spent a lot of money.

After partnering with Jiang Li, she also helped a lot, getting all the recording equipment in order.

Song Qingzhou usually only shows half of his face when singing, including many playing and singing videos posted on the Internet.

[What song is Zhou Zhou singing today?Is that the new song? ]

Song Qingzhou looked at the barrage and replied: "Jiang Jiang originally sang the opera part, but she is not here today, so let's sing half of it."

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaria ]

[right!Hurry up, let Jiang Jiangjiang feel a sense of crisis, and let her know that you can do without her, so that she will rush back without stopping. ]

"Ok, I see."

Song Qingzhou sang two songs, and then kept chatting with fans, mainly to answer fans' questions.

After the broadcast, he received a WeChat message from Xie's mother.

[Xie Xun's mother: Great singing! ]

[Song Qingzhou: Thank you, Mom. ]

[Xie Xun's mother: I feel that you are very happy and relaxed when you sing and broadcast live. In fact, you can also get along with Xiao Xun in this way. ]

No more.

It will collapse.

Song Qingzhou thought silently.