I'm finally divorced

"Song Qingzhou?"

Song Qingzhou was silent for a while, then frowned and asked, "Are you Xie Xun?"

"……I'm."

"No, Xie Xun never answered my phone so quickly." Song Qingzhou said to himself: "He is picky, mean, indifferent and selfish."

"He only thinks about himself."

"He's a fool, a fool."

"Song Qingzhou."

Before Xie Xun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Qingzhou. He was so angry that he was like a kitten with fried fur, and said, "Don't talk! I haven't finished yet."

"Every day when he came back, I was very anxious. I had to get up early to make him breakfast, and at night, as long as he didn't sleep, I couldn't sleep peacefully."

"Song Qingzhou, I never asked you to do these things."

"Shut up, you heartless man, you don't know anything, idiot!"

Xie Xun: "..."

At the beginning of marriage, Song Qingzhou often saw him alone, so he felt that he was lonely, so he treated him sincerely, but Xie Xun was too indifferent to him, so indifferent that he even wondered if he really didn't do well.

Song Qingzhou is an emotional person, and he will feel very uncomfortable, especially when he is alone in a strange environment.

But then he gradually got used to it, Xie Xun is such a cold person, he treats everyone like this, in fact, he only needs to complete his own tasks.

"If you don't like my food, don't touch it. Why do you always leave halfway through eating, wasting food?"

"I've told you many times that the stomach medicine is in the closet. Why don't you read the news or answer the phone every time, and insist on me coming to look for it at night. What right do you have to say that I'm self-indulgent?"

"As long as you have a little self-care ability, it's not my turn to be passionate, bastard!"

He seems to be making trouble for no reason, but everything he says is the truth.

"In the end you cheated and we haven't divorced yet. If you want to live with Ye Ran, can you divorce me first? I was actually cheated on. I really didn't expect your character to be so bad."

"Ye Ran and I..."

"Shut up, don't talk, I still have something to say."

He babbled a bunch of bad things about Xie Xun, and picked out all the faults in his body.

"From the time I fell down the stairs, I wanted to divorce." Song Qingzhou hugged the pillow and nestled on the sofa, and continued: "But I can't, I have to be nice to you."

He blinked his misty eyes, feeling that the incandescent light drew countless rays of light, which was a bit dazzling.

Song Qingzhou had to lower his eyes, looking a little pitiful. In the end, he didn't have the energy to start cursing. He sneezed, and then whispered in a soft nasal voice: "Thank you Xun...you are really annoying."

After listening to him, Xie Xun only paused for a moment, and then asked very calmly: "Song Qingzhou, are you drunk, where are you now?"

Song Qingzhou thought for a while, then replied, "I'm in Jingcheng."

"which place?"

He frowned slightly, and said childishly: "Who do you think you are, why should I tell you?"

"Song Qingzhou..."

Song Qingzhou interrupted again: "Okay, I'll hang up, bye."

"and many more."

He paused and asked, "Do you have anything else to say? You idiot Xie Xun."

"I'll come to you tomorrow, you'd better stay in Jingcheng." He always spoke with that kind of arrogance, as if his words were orders that could not be disobeyed.

Song Qingzhou's tone was no longer as soft and soft as before, and he said angrily: "Get out, I don't want to see you again." After finishing speaking, he hung up.

He threw the phone aside, got up slowly, and then threw himself into the soft bed, feeling a little better, and fell asleep after a while with the quilt rolled up.

A night without dreams.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when Song Qingzhou woke up, because he had no schedule, so he didn't need to get up early to find time.

Because he smelled of alcohol, he took a shower in the bathroom and changed his clothes.

The hotel brought breakfast, Song Qingzhou ate some, then picked up the phone to send a message to the assistant, but found that the page of the phone stayed in the call log.

It showed that he had a phone call with Xie Xun last night, which lasted more than half an hour.

what happened?

What did he say to Xie Xun?

Suddenly another phone call interrupted Song Qingzhou's thoughts.

The man's voice was a little lazy, and he said: "Little Xingxing, something was delayed on the road yesterday, are you still in the hotel now?"

"I'm here."

"Is there any schedule today?"

"I don't have any itinerary, I'm planning to book a ticket to go back."

"Well, I'll see you first."

Song Qingzhou responded, "Then I'll wait for you at the hotel."

Song Qingzhou planned to go back by plane this afternoon, but since Su Qin was coming, he changed the itinerary and asked his assistant not to book tickets first.

He really hasn't seen Su Qin for about two years, and he still looks the same in his memory, dignified and wise, wearing thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, with a straight nose, and two thin lips that are as red as if soaked in blood.When he entered the door, he took off the coat he was wearing and handed it to the assistant beside him, saying, "Go back to your room first."

"Okay, Brother Qin."

When the assistant left, he closed the door, and Song Qingzhou called Brother Qin.

Su Qin's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he gently pinched Song Qingzhou's chin with his knuckle fingers, and said, "I've lost a lot of weight."

"Have it?"

He thought that staying at home every day would make him fat.

"Of course." He gently picked the young Ruyu's chin, his movements were ambiguous.

"Let me pour you a glass of hot water, it's quite cold."

When Su Qin's fingers pinched his chin, it was cold. Song Qingzhou wanted to pour him a glass of water to warm his hands, so he turned around and picked up the glass.

Su Qin sat on the sofa and watched the boy walking up and down in front of his eyes. He was wearing a dark red sweater, and the exposed part of his neck looked extremely fair, as did his ankles.

"Put on the socks." Su Qin reminded.

"I'm not cold." Song Qingzhou brought him water and sat beside him.

"So little Xingxing asked me to help wear it." He gently grabbed the boy's wrist, intending to pull him into the room, Song Qingzhou said quickly: "I'll go by myself, don't bother Brother Qin."

"That's good."

Song Qingzhou feels that he treats himself a little bit like a child. In fact, it seems that everyone likes to control him.

He searched in the suitcase before finding a pair of white socks, but Su Qin followed him and leaned against the door to watch him put them on.

"I really put it on." After speaking, Song Qingzhou put on the fur slippers.

The young man has milky white skin and long eyelashes. When he smiles, he will look at him. Those beautiful eyes are like stars, making people unable to look away.

"Well, I'll take you around Jingcheng in the afternoon." He rubbed the boy's fluffy and soft hair.

"Okay."

"The air ticket is set for tomorrow afternoon, how about it?"

Song Qingzhou nodded and said, "Yes, I don't have any work arrangements in the future."

[The author has something to say: It is still a day when Xiao Xunxun has not been written www]