I'm finally divorced

[Xin Xing's words are too heavy. ]

[Is he better than Ning Yu? ]

[emmmm As a music student, I think there is no problem with Ning Yu's piano. ]

[This may be his way of grandstanding. ]

Lisa felt a little complicated when she saw the comments that came out, so she was going to press the hot searches.

Song Qingzhou sat on the sofa quietly hugging the pillow and watched her walking around.

"Am I right?" Song Qingzhou asked.

Seeing Song Qingzhou's beautiful eyes with a little expectation, she couldn't bear to talk about him, so she responded: "Yes, that's right."

There was a dinner in the evening, which was originally for the program group and a few mentors, but Su Qin didn't come because of temporary business, and Song Qingzhou inevitably went.

"Come and let's have a drink."

Song Qingzhou saw that they raised their cups and followed suit, but only took a small sip and then secretly put them down.

Jiang Le joked: "Brother Xing Xing, it's not good for you to be perfunctory like this, and you will be fined a cup."

Song Qingzhou had to finish the rest, and Jiang Le filled him another glass.

He didn't eat much, and drank several glasses of wine. If Lisa hadn't blocked him from behind, he would have passed out drunk at the dinner.

Song Qingzhou felt that he might not be very good, so he leaned on the table and pretended to be drunk, and Lisa took him to leave the dinner early.

It was a little cold outside, and Song Qingzhou woke up a little from the cold. Lisa asked, "Is it okay?"

"It's about to die." He is sober now, and he won't know when he returns to the hotel.

He didn't expect that Jiang Le could drink so much, and also liked to persuade her to drink, so he would never go to a dinner with her next time.

The assistant quickly helped him into the car. The air conditioner in the car was relatively warm. Song Qingzhou drank on his face, and his fair cheeks were already flushed.

When he returned to the hotel, his body was completely weak. The manager and his assistant supported him back together, but he bumped into Xie Xun in the elevator.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie?"

Lisa looked at him in surprise, as if she didn't expect to meet him here.

"Is he drunk?" Xie Xun took over from the two with a natural expression, and hugged Song Qingzhou into his arms. Lisa looked shocked.

Song Qingzhou felt a little uncomfortable, came out of his arms, blinked twice, saw Xie Xun, and said vaguely: "Bastard Xie Xun, why... why did you come to me in my dream."

Little ancestor, this is not a dream.

Xie Xun pushed him back into his arms, looked at Lisa indifferently, and said, "You can go back."

"You, you, you, you are not good."

Although she knew that they might have a close relationship, she was worried about handing over Song Qingzhou just like that.

Xie Xun lied without changing his face: "I am his husband."

Lisa: "...!"

what? !

Xie Xun's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Why, do you need me to give you the marriage certificate?"

"Stuffy." He frowned.

Xie Xun took off the mask for him, and took off his coat by the way.

Song Qingzhou blinked several times, saw his face clearly, pushed him twice angrily, and said, "I don't want you, go away."

"Don't make trouble." Xie Xun grabbed his beautiful fingers and said, "Change your shoes."

Song Qingzhou couldn't stand still and buried her head in his arms, humming softly a few times, Xie Xun picked him up and put him on the sofa, and then took off his shoes.

Song Qingzhou wanted to take out her mobile phone to make a call to Su Qin, but she couldn't find it after touching her pocket several times, and asked a little dazedly, "My, where is my mobile phone?"

"I want to call Brother Qin..." He pulled the pillow on the sofa, thinking that the phone was hidden there, but in fact, it wasn't there.

"Don't call him." Xie Xun pinched his chin.

Song Qingzhou felt that his fingers were cold and comfortable, and he pulled Xie Xun's sleeve and said, "This hand, this hand... touch it."

touch?

Xie Xun stretched out his hand and touched Song Qingzhou's hot cheeks, and when Song Qingzhou felt that nothing was cold, he pushed him away and continued to look for the phone.

His eyes were foggy, and seemed to be a little damp. "Where's the phone? I'm going to find the phone to make a call."

It is impossible for Xie Xun to let him call Su Qin, so he gave Song Qingzhou his mobile phone.

Song Qingzhou pursed her lips, then made a call.

Xie Xun glanced at the note, and silently cut off the signal for him.

Song Qingzhou looked up at Xie Xun with some dissatisfaction, turned his back and continued to call, this time he dialed, it was Xie's mother.

Because Xie Xun noted 'mother', he couldn't help calling this number.

"Xiao Xun?"

"Mom, I'm a star."

Song Qingzhou said softly.

Xie Xun sat beside him and almost wrapped him in his arms. He whispered in Song Qingzhou's ear, "Give me the phone."

Song Qingzhou glared at him, her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry.

"Zhou Zhou? Are you with Xiao Xun?"

Song Qingzhou blinked in confusion, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't seem to be my mother."

His tears fell down, his eyelashes were wet, he looked like a pitiful rabbit with drooping ears, a little disappointed.

Xie Xun answered the phone while wiping his tears.

"I'm Xie Xun."

"What's wrong with Zhouzhou? Are you with me?"

Xie Xun hummed lightly, and then said, "He's drunk, you follow him."

"What?" Mother Xie didn't figure it out yet, Xie Xun gave Song Qingzhou the phone, and said, "It's not a mistake, call again."

Song Qingzhou held her mobile phone in his arms, was silent for a while, and then said: "Mom, I'm a star."

"I miss you so much."

His voice was a little crying, low and soft, and a bit like acting like a baby.

Only then did Xie Mu understand, and hurriedly said: "Mom misses you too."

His tears didn't stop at once, and he cried even harder.

"Xing Xing, don't cry." Mother Xie said softly.

"I... I didn't cry." Like a child who has done something wrong, he defended somewhat palely.

Xie Xun wiped his tears.

"How is Mommy?"

"Mom has been doing well lately."

"I'm doing well too. Everyone likes me very much. Uncle Lu is very kind to me, Brother Jing Si and Brother Qin are also very kind to me. I'm... and married."

"Mr.'s parents are also very good to me."

"Mom, I'm living a good life now."

Everyone is very kind to Song Qingzhou, except him.

After being drunk, Song Qingzhou can talk about everyone around him in detail, but he won't mention him.

He tirelessly shared the little things around him, speaking in a soft voice, Xie Xun'an listened quietly.

Finally, Song Qingzhou asked: "Mom, will I dream of you tonight?"

"of course."

Song Qingzhou hung up the phone and cried again, her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, pitifully.

Xie Xun doesn't know how to coax people, he seems a bit flustered, but he just tells him not to cry, and wipes his tears for him.

"Don't touch me." Song Qingzhou angrily tore the tissue to pieces.

Xie Xun was helpless, "Okay, I won't move, don't cry."

He threw Xie Xun down on the sofa, then touched his pocket, like a kitten rummaging around, turning its head around, "Why not?"

Just as Xie Xun was about to speak, he glared fiercely at him again.

After a long while he wondered, "Why is there nothing in your pocket? Are you not a robot cat?"

Crying is not crying, but began to feel confused.

Song Qingzhou's wine tastes a little...poor.

If Xie Xun admits that he is not, it is estimated that Song Qingzhou will cry soon.

Looking at his bright eyes, Xie Xun nodded.

"Doraemon, can you grant me a wish?"

Xie Xun paused, and tentatively corrected: "...Maybe it is Aladdin's magic lamp that makes the wish come true?"

The corners of Song Qingzhou's mouth were pressed down slightly, looking like he was about to cry.

Xie Xun compromised, "Well, I am a robot cat, I can fulfill your wish."

The little drunk whispered in his ear: "Can I have a concert right now?"

The hot breath is slightly damp and itchy.

After speaking, he looked at him expectantly again, Xie Xun felt as if he was drowning in his intoxicating eyes.

His voice was very soft, as if it went straight to the heart, so soft that Xie Xun felt that he could give him anything.

"Of course, it will be soon." He stroked Song Qingzhou's cheek and promised, "This year you will hold a concert at the best venue in the country."

Song Qingzhou touched Xie Xun's hair like a small animal, and said, "Thank you, Doraemon."

Xie Xun: "..."

He seemed tired from tossing around, found a comfortable place to nest and fell asleep.Xie Xun hugged him for a while, then carried him into the room, and pinched the quilt for him.

Song Qingzhou breathed shallowly, as if she trembled slightly because she had been crying for a long time.

When Song Qingzhou woke up the next day, his head was groggy. He seemed to have drunk the pills yesterday?

He vaguely remembered that his manager and assistant stuffed him into the car, and he didn't quite remember what happened after he got in the car.

it's wired.

Song Qingzhou looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes... why are they swollen?

He rubbed it twice, and still felt a little sour.

He picked up his toothbrush slowly and realized that this was not his room.

Because the structure of the hotel rooms is similar, he didn't notice it for a while.

Song Qingzhou walked out of the bathroom, wanting to confirm again.

There were some shreds of paper beside the sofa, and he couldn't help but frown after seeing it, why was there this?

He opened his eyes wide as if he suddenly remembered something, some fragments flashed through his mind intermittently yesterday.

Was it Xie Xun who sent him back?

He sat on the sofa, a little dazed, trying to recall what he discovered last night.

On the sofa...he threw Xie Xun down...call him a robot cat?

Song Qingzhou was shocked and shocked.

This seems like a very bad thing.

Suddenly there was a sound from the balcony, the door was pulled open by one hand, Xie Xun came in, the rain was rustling, the temperature seemed to drop, he brought a burst of chill when he came in.

Song Qingzhou also smelled a faint smell of tobacco.

"you're awake?"

Song Qingzhou avoided Xie Xun's gaze and said, "I'm going back."

"Let's have dinner together at noon."

"I want to record a show, but I don't have time."

Song Qingzhou was about to slip away, Xie Xun straddled his long legs, blocked his way with two or three steps, blocked the person back, Song Qingzhou couldn't help but backed up, and then fell down on the sofa.

Xie Xun usually has no expression on his face, and his deep eyes stare at people without speaking, which is a bit frightening.

"lie."

Xie Xun knew about his itinerary and had nothing to do with him today.

"I'll go back and clean up."

His sincere eyes can be deceiving.

Xie Xun learned to be smart this time, so he didn't believe him, and said, "Just pack it here, and I'll send it to you if you want anything."

Song Qingzhou: "..."