I'm finally divorced

"I heard that local tyrant gave you gifts again. Could it be..." Jiang Li shifted her gaze to the ring on his ring finger, then raised her head and laughed, her eyes bent into crescent moons.

Jiang Li is a lovely and sweet girl, optimistic in everything and loves to laugh.

She knew that Song Qingzhou was married, but she seldom mentioned his husband, and she never saw him when she went to record songs in his recording studio.

Song Qingzhou touched the coffee cup with his fingertips, and it was a little hot. He lifted his eyes covered with long eyelashes, denied it with a smile, and said, "It's an elder in the family. She wants to give me pocket money in this way."

"Then you definitely don't want it, the platform has deducted a lot, it hurts."

If Song Qingzhou is so willing to accept the pocket money given by the elders, she doesn't need to come out to make money.

Jiang Li took a sip of coffee, and suddenly thought of something and said: "By the way, do you want to sign up for the show I mentioned to you last time? I think you can shine on the stage."

What Jiang Li is talking about is an original singer idol talent show, which is open to the public. Recently, in the audition, one must first sign up for the competition in the region, and then participate in the national competition after layers of selection.

Song Qingzhou shook her head and said, "No."

"That's such a pity. I really think you can do it. You can compose music, write songs, and sing well. You shouldn't just stay in the recording studio at home."

Jiang Li was amazed by his talent, but also regretted it, because Song Qingzhou didn't seem to be keen on attracting other people's attention.

"There are some things at home, so I can't do it for the time being."

"Okay." Jiang Li's expression collapsed slightly, and then rubbed her cheeks.

"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

Her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, let's go to dinner first, let me treat you, I said I will treat you to dinner when I come back."

Song Qingzhou picked up her mobile phone and sent a message to Xie Xun.

[Song Qingzhou: I went out with my friends today, I won’t cook at noon, remember to eat on time at the company, I will come back in the afternoon, let’s go home for dinner after work. ]

He texted his assistant again.

[Song Qingzhou: No food delivered today, no need to go downstairs to get it, it's troublesome. ]

Contrary to Xie Xun, the assistant quickly replied to him, saying that he received it.

Xie Xun's cell phone rang, but he ignored it.It wasn't until after the meal time that he felt a little hungry that he picked up his phone and took a look. It turned out that Song Qingzhou had sent him a message early.

He stood up and went to the staff cafeteria. The assistant just knocked on the door to come in. Seeing that Xie Xun was about to go out at this point, he subconsciously asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

After asking, he regretted it.

Maybe the president was waiting for his wife to deliver the meal, but he didn't know because he didn't check his phone, and it happened that he didn't remind him.

"Yeah." He replied sparingly.

"Then I will go with you."

Xie's has a comfortable office environment and has four canteens. The meals in the canteens almost cover the tastes of all parts of the country.Therefore, Song Qingzhou's delivery of food every day made Xie Xun feel superfluous.

However, he hadn't entered the staff cafeteria for a long time, so he ordered one or two dishes at random. When he took the first bite, he felt that something was not to his taste, so he paused.

The assistant on the opposite side asked, "What's wrong?"

Xie Xun shook his head.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, his stomach began to feel a little uncomfortable, maybe because he had eaten late for lunch, he had a pain for a while, but he recovered quickly.

It was four o'clock when Song Qingzhou and Jiang Li finished recording the video. Although the work was not finished, Song Qingzhou had to stop because he had to go back to cook.

"Your husband must be very happy to eat the food you cook every day."

Song Qingzhou also published a vlog on the video before, including the cooking part. It can be seen that he is actually a good cook.

It's a pity that Xie Xun doesn't think so, he just thinks what he's doing is superfluous.

Song Qingzhou sent Jiangli away and then went back home to cook. He made a sheep tripe soup that nourished the stomach and warded off the cold, and then simply made two or three light dishes. After serving them all on the table, Song After sitting on the sofa for a while, Qingzhou heard the sound of a horn outside.

Xie Xun is back.

When the man entered the room, a gust of cold wind came in, and the door was not closed tightly. Song Qingzhou got up and went to the entrance to close the door.

Could it be that Xie Xun's eyes fell on him, his expression was as cold as ever, he stared at Song Qingzhou for a while, and said, "Don't wear an apron in front of me."

Song Qingzhou looked down and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ugly."

He almost didn't snap back.

ugly?

He just looks good.

Just wear it.

Song Qingzhou is actually very good-looking. There is a coquettish tear mole under the corner of the eye. When she lowers her eyes slightly, the crow-colored eyelashes cast a shadow, like a small fan. Her skin is very white, her lips are very red, and her facial features are exquisite. No one can find any faults, his hair is longer than the average boy, he is so beautiful that his gender is blurred, and there is no sense of disobedience in wearing an apron.

Xie Xun has a bland taste and stomach problems, Song Qingzhou's meals are all according to his appetite.

But he doesn't really like light food.Thinking about it this way, he began to count how many days before he could leave Xie Xun and regain his freedom.

"Tomorrow I'm on a business trip for a week."

Song Qingzhou was biting his chopsticks in a daze. Hearing this sentence, he came back to his senses, and almost blurted out the sentence 'that's great'.

"Really...Really? To go so long?"

Xie Xun responded lightly.

He didn't understand why he told Song Qingzhou these things. He never told Song Qingzhou about his itinerary before, but Song Qingzhou always knew.

Song Qingzhou told Xie Xun a few words of concern, and then saw the other party frown, and he immediately lowered his head to eat quietly.

When Xie Xun came back, there were only about 40 days left.

Good.

In the evening, Song Qingzhou went to the negative first floor to cut the video, and finished the finishing work for a long time.After it was over, Song Qingzhou filled in a section of the lyrics that he had written by accident before, revising while reading. With such devotion, he completely forgot the time.

In the end, he actually nestled on the sofa and fell asleep.

He seemed to have had an extraordinarily long dream, dreaming of former friends, classmates and family members.However, what he did before the age of 22 was a bit vague, like an old book, flipping pages quickly, and for a moment, the picture was frozen on Xie Xun's stern face, his eyes were cold and cold extreme.

Song Qingzhou woke up from his dream, and he was still holding the manuscript of the lyrics with his hanging hand. He rubbed his brows and put the manuscript on the coffee table.

Since there is no air conditioner on the first floor, he is now completely cold and feels uncomfortable when he wakes up.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and the robot's crisp and sweet voice came: "You had a missed call 10 minutes ago, note, thank you for looking for your mother."

"Call Xie Xun's mother."

"Ok."

"Zhouzhou? Why didn't you answer the phone just now?" Mother Xie asked with concern.

"I'm sorry mom, I accidentally fell asleep just now, what's the matter?"

Mother Xie smiled and said, "It's okay. Do you know that Xiao Xun will be on a business trip for a week tomorrow?"

Song Qingzhou responded softly.

"Then can you go with Xiao Xun?"

Song Qingzhou paused for a moment, then said: "But Xie Xun is on a business trip, it's not good for me to follow, and he will object."

"Zhouzhou, you go with me. I've already told him about Xiao Xun's side. I just want him to accompany you to play abroad for a few more days. Mom will hang up first."

Xie's mother is always matching him and Xie Xun, and it is precisely because of this that Xie Xun also dislikes him.

He glanced at the phone screen and found that it was past ten o'clock, and Xie Xun had already returned from the company by this time.

Rushing upstairs, Song Qingzhou found that the lights in the hall were on, and Xie Xun's study room was also turned on.He sent hot water and medicine up. At that time, Xie Xun was on the phone with someone. When Song Qingzhou knocked on the door, he had already hung up the phone.

"It's time to take the medicine." He moved the hot water in front of Xie Xun, and put the medicine on the table, his movements were very light, and so was his voice.

Xie Xun ignored him and turned off the phone screen.

"I won't go with you on a business trip tomorrow, if my mother asks..."

Xie Xun interrupted him, "Do you think it might be possible to hide it?"

He always seemed to be a little weak when facing Xie Xun. As long as Xie Xun frowned a little, Song Qingzhou would stop responding.

Xie Xun looked at the person in front of him, his eyelashes were always slightly drooping, and he looked beautiful, well-behaved and considerate. Apart from this, he seemed to be useless.When reprimanded by him, the corners of his lips would be slightly pressed down, but he never refuted him.

Why should he embarrass a weak-looking person.

It's really boring.

"Go back to sleep and don't hang around in front of me."

Song Qingzhou nodded and said yes.

Before leaving, Xie Xun said, "The ticket is at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."