I'm finally divorced

The next day, Jiang Li transferred a lot of money to him, and mentioned him in Moments, and Song Qingzhou gave him a thumbs up.

The circle of friends is a group photo taken by the two of them, and Song Qingzhou didn't wear the mask that Hanfu itself matched.

Not long after, Jiang Li sent him a screenshot.

[Jiang Li: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ]

Song Qingzhou's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he glanced at the chat records on the screenshot, and said:

"It's okay, just tell her not to post the photos elsewhere."

[Jing Li: OK. ]

Song Qingzhou moved the recliner to the balcony again, took a magazine, and flipped through it while basking in the sun.

He accidentally saw the big headline in the magazine, and kept his eyes on the eye-catching headline:

[Shocking] STAR men's group announced its disbandment.

The magazine was published last month, a long time ago.

Song Qingzhou turned the pages without interest. The content of the magazine was very complicated, so he just flipped through it casually.

The sun in this season is warm and comfortable, and a little tiredness appeared in his eyes after looking at it for a long time.

He couldn't help covering his face with a book and fell asleep.

However, it didn't take long for Xie Xun, who finished his errand early, to come back. When he passed by, he caught a glimpse of Song Qingzhou sleeping on a recliner.

At first, he only saw the man's white feet, which were clean and beautiful, and even under the sunlight, the light blue blood vessels could be seen clearly.Going forward, he can see Song Qingzhou completely.

The apricot-colored home sweater Song Qingzhou was wearing was not long enough, so a small section of fair skin was exposed. He was lying on the recliner, and he looked a little small.

He fell asleep, breathing steadily.

Xie Xun frowned and left.

He went upstairs and returned to the study.

It was already twelve o'clock when Song Qingzhou woke up, and he was not too hungry, so he didn't cook.

He took a bottle of thick yogurt in the refrigerator, bit a piece of bread and went to the first floor.

In the few days when she was free, Song Qingzhou recorded the new song several times, but she was not very satisfied.

Song Qingzhou ate the bread slowly, then bit the straw to drink milk, and the earphones kept playing the previously recorded sound.

He listened to it while looking for his feelings, and went into the recording studio to record the song.

The later stage is also a time-consuming and energy-consuming thing. He sat in front of the computer for an entire afternoon, and did not turn off the computer until he was hungry.

[L requests to add you as a friend]

Song Qingzhou looked at the verification message that popped up suddenly, and clicked to pass.

[L: Hello, we added it to your WeChat from the talk platform.That's right, we think your works are very national and trendy, so we sincerely invite you to participate in our program recording. ]

Song Qingzhou typed three words slowly: no time.

The typing over there suddenly stopped.

Song Qingzhou looked at the calendar, guessing that Xie Xun would be back tomorrow, so he clicked on the name of the top contact Xie Xun to enter the chat interface.

The days without him were so comfortable that he also forgot to greet Xie Xun.

He pretended to send a message in the past.

[Song Qingzhou: What time will you arrive at the airport tomorrow, do you need me to pick you up? ]

[Song Qingzhou: Will you go home first?I prepare meals at home. ]

Xie Xun sent him a message back for the first time.

[Xie Xun:. ]

Song Qingzhou slowly made a question mark.

[Xie Xun: ...]

What do you mean?

A period and a string of ellipsis?

[L: Our program is recorded on schedule. There are five episodes in total. Each episode has different guests. The first episode is still in preparation and is expected to start in the middle of next month. Do you really have no time?Details can be discussed in person. ]

Song Qingzhou typed three words from the bottom of her heart: Do you want to make money?

[OOC Warning]

He deleted these three words again, and replied: Can you tell me the information of the program?

[L: Okay, I hope you think about it. ]

Since the program team invited a blogger like him with only 300 million fans, the funds must be limited, and newcomers can easily lower the price.

But, he was really poor, and as long as the price wasn't ridiculously low, he figured he'd go.

The other party sent him a document. Song Qingzhou glanced at it roughly. It was a self-made online variety show on the platform. It was very unpopular. The theme was about national trends. The people invited for each episode were not well-known, so there were not many. People buy it.

There are five episodes in the show, and he may be able to participate in the fifth episode, because he and Xie Xun have almost divorced by then.

[Song Qingzhou: Let's have a detailed interview. ]

[L: OK. ]

After dawdling on the first floor for a while, another hour passed, and Song Qingzhou was so hungry that he left the first floor in a hurry.

He opened the refrigerator, took a bite of a piece of bread and walked upstairs slowly, planning to order takeaway for two bites.

Suddenly, Xie Xun's figure broke into his line of sight, the man frowned and looked at him.

Song Qingzhou's expression was a little indescribable.

[OOC Warning]

He swallowed the small piece of bread that he bit off, and before he could speak, Xie Xun asked, "Where did you go?"

Xie Xun's deep eyes were scrutinizing, and it made him feel a little uncomfortable when they looked at him.

"I went to the first floor..." He finished the sentence in a low voice: "Work."

Is there really a job?

Xie Xun didn't know what he was doing on the first floor, but he was indeed away all afternoon.

Song Qingzhou walked to her husband and asked softly, "When did you come back? Are you hungry? Do you want to cook?"

Xie Xun glanced at him coldly, without answering any of his questions.

Usually at this time, Song Qingzhou would just apologize and say, "Sorry, I shouldn't bother you. I'm going back to my room first. If you need anything, you can call me."

Xie Xun: "..."

After returning to the room, Song Qingzhou took a shower, still feeling a little hungry, and found a few wine chocolates from the drawer, which were given by Jiang Li, because he doesn't like sweets very much, so he doesn't eat much.

Because he was hungry, he ate all the bonbons left.

Song Qingzhou opened Weibo, responded to a few messages from fans, and then quit the app, intending to sleep well.

However, Xie Xun was not feeling well, because he hadn't eaten for a day, and his stomach hurt violently. He went out to look for medicine, but couldn't find it, and woke up Song Qingzhou in the room.

Song Qingzhou pushed open the door, pressed the switch on the wall, and the living room was as bright as day for a while.

"Xie Xun?" Song Qingzhou called his name uncertainly.

The tall man barely propped up his body with the help of the table, his face was pale, the chair beside him fell to the ground, and there was an accidentally broken vase at his feet.

Song Qingzhou immediately understood that he had a stomach attack, and hurried downstairs to help him sit on the sofa.