I'm finally divorced

Song Qingzhou finished washing slowly in the bathroom, and when he came out, breakfast was already on the table, Xie Xun pulled the stool away for him, and said, "Let's have breakfast."

Xie Xun's behavior became strange.

Song Qingzhou sat at the dining table and ate two or three mouthfuls with a knife and fork a little unaccustomed. Compared with Xie Xun, he ate with a knife and fork a little loudly because it would touch the plate.

"You are full, eat by yourself."

After finishing speaking, he put down the knife and fork and wanted to leave quickly, but Xie Xun stopped him and motioned him to finish the milk on the table.

Song Qingzhou didn't bother to talk to him, anyway, Xie Xun didn't talk to him before.

He sat on the sofa and sent Su Qin a message asking if he was back, but Su Qin didn't reply.

Ok.

He pursed his lips, glanced at the door quietly, and then looked at Xie Xun, meeting his eyes.

Xie Xun knew that he wanted to slip away anytime.

Song Qingzhou withdrew his gaze and lowered his head. The battery of the mobile phone was almost dead.

...If I am guilty, God will punish me instead of being taken back to the hotel by Xie Xun.

[Lisa: Are you awake?Don't do too much, I have to record a show tomorrow. ]

Song Qingzhou sent three full stops.

[Lisa: Alright, don't bother you anymore, see you tomorrow night. ]

Just as he was about to defend himself, the remaining one percent of the phone's battery capacity could not support him to send this complete sentence.

"Xie Xun, charger."

Xie Xun still brought the glass of milk over, put it in front of Song Qingzhou, then took away Song Qingzhou's mobile phone, and said, "I'll charge it for you after drinking it."

Song Qingzhou finished the milk with the cup in his hand, Xie Xun took out a piece of paper and came over to wipe the corners of his mouth for him, and pinched his face.

"Sorry, the model doesn't match."

Song Qingzhou stuffed the cup back to him angrily.

He lied to him.

How can the two of them not match, they both bought together, the same brand.

Xie Xun put the cup on the coffee table, went into the room to charge his phone, and then gave him the tablet to play with.

Song Qingzhou sat on Weibo for a while on the sofa, and Xie Xun sat quietly beside him without speaking.

After a while, Song Qingzhou quit Weibo and said, "I want to eat ice cream, go down and buy it for me."

Xie Xun said yes, and then said: "If I don't see you when I come back, next time we meet, I will take you back directly."

Song Qingzhou hummed a little perfunctorily.

After he left, Song Qingzhou put down the tablet, then went into the room and unplugged the mobile phone that was charging, and when he went to the door to open the door, he found that the door could not be opened.

...Autistic.

Song Qingzhou sat on the sofa for a while and felt a little stuffy. When she stepped out of the balcony, it was still raining outside, but it was not as heavy as when she got up in the morning.

Mother Xie called him.

"Zhouzhou, how were you last night?"

Song Qingzhou said: "I drank too much during the entertainment last night. I caused you trouble. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, is Xiao Xun still by your side?"

"He went out."

"Have you reconciled with Xiao Xun?"

Song Qingzhou didn't know how to answer, he and Xie Xun were just divorced, there was no reconciliation, Xie's mother should want to ask if they had the possibility of remarrying.

Xie Xun's figure broke into his sight from a distance, and he didn't hold an umbrella.

Song Qingzhou looked at him upstairs.

"Zhouzhou, Xie Xun has been used to being lonely since he was a child, and he rarely meets someone he likes. He may not give up on you for a while..."

Xie's mother was halfway through her words, and suddenly there was no sound, followed by Xie's father's voice, he said a little impersonally: "Don't be too polite to him, just send me the location, I'll let someone take him back now .”

Song Qingzhou was slightly taken aback.

After staying in Xie Xun's house for nearly two years, Xie's father is usually silent, and Xie's mother handles everything at home, including discussing things with Xie Xun.

Father Xie never looked directly at Xie Xun.

Song Qingzhou came back to his senses and gave an 'hmm'.

He hung up the phone, and Xie Xun came back not long after.

Song Qingzhou hugged the tablet and sat back on the sofa. Seeing him take out a few toffee from his coat pocket, he asked, "Do you want it?"

Song Qingzhou muttered about Xie Xun's weirdness while taking one out and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and soft when bitten.

Xie Xun took off his wet coat and hung it on the coat rack. When he came back, Song Qingzhou had unpacked the ice cream and bit off the tip of the cone. His pink tongue could still be seen when he licked it. Eating seriously, I didn't notice Xie Xun's gaze at first.

After a while, Song Qingzhou raised his head and asked, "what do you always look at me for?"

Xie Xun looked away a little unnaturally, pretending to be expressionless and said: "It's nothing."

Song Qingzhou saw that the tips of his ears were red. Xie Xun never had his ears turn red because of the cold weather.

He squeezed the cone tightly in his hand, couldn't help taking a deep breath, and said, "...Are you sick?"

"Sorry, you continue."

What to continue!

Why did this sentence come out of his mouth with so much meaning.

The two of them went out around noon. Song Qingzhou got into the car. He bent down and leaned over to fasten his seat belt for him, and then gave him another candy.

Song Qingzhou lowered her eyes and said, "I don't like candy."

This sentence is not to lie to Xie Xun, he doesn't like sweet food very much, except for things like ice cream.

His eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes. Xie Xun's always stern face was close at hand. He used to be like an emotionless robot, but now he is like a robot pretending to be emotional, as if he wanted to express his feelings , but not.

He said slowly: "Very sweet, like you."

Song Qingzhou said sincerely: "Please."

"Please what?"

"speak politely."

He felt that he was right. Song Qingzhou used to have a faint scent of fruit candy, which was sweet, but now it tastes like milk candy, which is also sweet.

Last night was the taste of liqueur chocolate, a little intoxicating.

Xie Xun gently pinched his milky cheeks before returning to the driver's seat.

Song Qingzhou put the candy back in his pocket, then took out his mobile phone, and Xie Xun's mother sent a message.

[Xie Xun's mother: Zhou Zhou, the father and son were a little unhappy when they met last time, and even touched hands. I hope you don't reveal Xie Xun's location to his father. ]

[Xie Xun's mother: Please. ]

Song Qingzhou glanced at Xie Xun, his side face was very indifferent, just like before.

He didn't seem to understand Xie Xun's family very well. Although there were father and mother, they didn't seem to live in harmony. It was Xie Xun's mother who maintained the family. Without her, the family might have been torn apart.

After noticing his gaze, Xie Xun's expression softened a little, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingzhou said it was nothing, then looked away and replied Xie Mu.

[Song Qingzhou: I didn't post the location, so don't worry. ]

[Xie Xun's mother: Please persuade Xie Xun to come back sooner. ]

Song Qingzhou replied with the word 'good'.

"When are you going back? Mother Xie is very worried about you."

Xie Xun touched the steering wheel, his expression was slightly cold, and he said, "Don't pay attention to her."

He asked a little puzzled: "I have only taken care of you for two years. Thank you for raising you from a young age. Why are you so indifferent to her?"

It's only been two years, Xie Xun pursued him relentlessly, but turned a blind eye to his mother.

He thought it was very unreasonable.

In Song Qingzhou's view, Xie's mother is a very gentle person.

Even though Xie's father is not very good to Xie Xun, Song Qingzhou sees Xie's mother's kindness to Xie Xun.

Xie Xun frowned slightly, and said, "There are many reasons, do you want to know?"

"many?"

He gave a faint 'hmm' and said: "It's a secret, no fourth person knows."

A secret that only three people know.

Song Qingzhou pondered for a moment, then said: "Forget it."

He was married to Xie Xun for two years and no one told him this secret, which is enough to prove that no one is willing to disclose this secret.

Although he was a little curious, this matter was their family matter, so it was better for him not to know.

"Alright." He continued, "Let me tell you a reason you know."

The reason for this is his inborn flaws. He is emotionally insensitive. He was raised as the successor of the Xie family from birth. The people he had the most contact with since he was a child were not his parents, but his teachers.

Xie Xun doesn't even have a playmate, because in the eyes of the Xie family, playing around is a waste of time.

The successor of the Xie family does not need a playmate.

His indifferent personality is not all related to birth defects, but also closely related to family reasons.

No one knew he was different from others.

Song Qingzhou was a little puzzled, "Can't you see Mother Xie? She is so gentle, she should be with you often."

"That's another reason."

Song Qingzhou pursed her lips and said, "Well, I won't ask any more."

Xie Xun drove for ten minutes, during which Song Qingzhou felt a little bored, took out the candy in his pocket and ate it.

Xie Xun seemed to know his taste very well, and all the dishes he ordered were relatively spicy.

Before the waiter left, Song Qingzhou stopped him again and said, "Change two dishes."

Xie Xun's eyes fell on him.

Song Qingzhou picked two or three dishes again, and then confirmed with the waiter, "Okay, that's all."

After the waiter left, Song Qingzhou glanced back at Xie Xun and said, "Don't be sentimental, I'm afraid you'll come to the hospital and rely on me as an excuse, so we can get together after this meal."

If Xie Xun really went to the hospital, he would definitely be dragged into the water.

Hearing that it was a breakup meal, Xie Xun was in a bad mood, his expression turned slightly cold, and he said, "Don't dream."

"You murdered me?"

Xie Xun said with a cold face: "I don't."

"Okay, I can't eat this meal anymore, you can enjoy it slowly."

He was looking for a reason to slip away, but Xie Xun stood up before him, pressed his shoulders and pushed him back on the stool.

"I'll take you back after dinner." He pinched Song Qingzhou's nephrite earlobe affectionately.

Xie Xun did what he said, and he really sent Song Qingzhou back after dinner, but he knew his room number because of this, which he didn't know before.

Song Qingzhou didn't expect this, and couldn't wait to go back to the room. Xie Xun stretched out his hand to hold his arm, and said, "See you tomorrow."