I'm finally divorced

When Xie Xun came back, Song Qingzhou was packing his things, adding clothes to his small suitcase one by one, and the little milk cat next to him came to rub his trouser legs and was rubbed twice by him.

Xie Xun frowned slightly, and asked behind him, "Are you going to work?"

Song Qingzhou's suitcase was actually not very full, and it was easily buckled up. He replied to Xie Xun, "No, my brother is getting married, and I will go back for a few days."

He rarely mentioned his family to Xie Xun, and Xie Xun didn't know what was going on in his family.

"Married? Why didn't you ask me to go back with you?"

Song Qingzhou stood up and put the suitcase behind the door. He hugged Xie Xun's arm and said, "Because it's not important, you don't need to stay with me, I just have some things to deal with."

"When to go back?"

"In two or three days."

Song Qingzhou sometimes sticks to him and sometimes doesn't stick to him. Xie Xun always feels that he can't keep him, so he will be nervous when he packs his luggage.

"How long?"

"Maybe three or four days, maybe longer..." Song Qingzhou was hugged and kissed by him, almost out of breath, Xie Xun picked him up and walked to the bed.

Song Qingzhou was a little dazed when he was thrown on the soft quilt, he backed up with his elbows propped up, and Xie Xun pulled him back again.

"You wouldn't want to..."

Song Qingzhou sat up and bumped into his eyes. He nodded and said, "I think."

He was not afraid at all, and motioned Xie Xun to squat down, gently rubbed his soft lips against the tip of his nose, then stretched out his hand to untie his tie, Xie Xun wanted to kiss him, but heard him say: "You Just think, tonight is impossible."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt again, and Xie Xun grabbed his wrist.

Xie Xun pressed him on the bed and kissed him for a while, and Song Qingzhou cooperated with him, but in the end he went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

After Xie Xun came out, Song Qingzhou, who was holding the tablet, looked up at him, and said thoughtfully: "Brother Xun, take a cold shower and don't catch a cold."

Xie Xun pinched his face, "Why do you suddenly call me that?"

He put down the tablet and asked, "Don't you like it? Brother Xun?"

"I like it." He wiped his wet hair and saw Song Qingzhou looking at him all the time.

The little pervert said a little embarrassedly: "You are in good shape."

Xie Xun chuckled, "So do you want to try?"

Song Qingzhou refused the temptation and said, "No need." He got out of bed and found pajamas for Xie to change into, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After drying his hair, Xie Xun found the two kittens and put them in the nest.

Song Qingzhou honestly put on a set of pajamas, saying that he was afraid that Xie Xun would have unreasonable thoughts about him.

Xie Xun helped him dry his hair and said, "It's good that you know."

He turned off the light, then lifted the quilt to signal Song Qingzhou to lie down, and Song Qingzhou lay down obediently.

Xie Xun put the hair dryer on the table and went to bed, Song Qingzhou got into his arms like a little sticky cat, and put his hand on his waist.

"Tomorrow we will go buy seeds together." He said softly.

Xie Xun wrapped his whole body into his arms, leaned his chin on the top of his head and said, "Okay."

His voice was soft, as if he was being coquettish, he moved in his arms, raised his head and said, "You haven't confessed to me today."

"I love you."

Song Qingzhou rubbed his chin in satisfaction.

"You really don't need me to go?"

"Of course not. You'll let them take advantage of you." Song Qingzhou added: "We don't have a good relationship. I'll tell you another day."

Xie Xun rubbed his soft hair.

Song Qingzhou warned: "Remember to take good care of the kittens when I'm not around."

"Ah."

On the way back the two bought strawberry seeds the next day, Song Yiming called Xie Xun, and Xie Xun looked at Song Qingzhou.

"You have to pretend to be very bad to me." Song Qingzhou said.

Xie Xun frowned, what is this request?

"Can't do it."

Song Qingzhou said coolly: "Just like you did to me before."

Xie Xun: "..."

After Song Qingzhou finished speaking, he pressed answer, and then turned on the speakerphone.

"Mr. Xie? I heard that you and Zhou Zhou got divorced. When did it happen? Zhou Zhou is not sensible, and he didn't discuss this matter with us. Please take care of him," Father Xie said in a flattering way.

Xie Xun was about to refute, but Song Qingzhou glanced at him, and he could only say coldly: "It's really not sensible."

Father Xie was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Xie Xun to follow his words back. He still tried to ask, "Then...then I'll ask him to pay you back right away. Do you think he still has a chance? After all He has been with you for nearly two years."

Song Qingzhou was a little speechless.

Xie Xun's face turned cold, and his father continued to say: "Or do you like other things?"

"Just tell me what your purpose is."

"I just want to save your marriage with Zhou Zhou. After all, this child is very well-behaved. Maybe he was bewitched by someone so he divorced you. Don't worry, Mr. Xie. I will talk to him properly."

"Okay, NO.14 night, you send him to Jincheng Hotel."

Song Qingzhou heard something was wrong, so he hung up the phone and asked Xie Xun: "Where did this come from?"

"Because I will miss you very much." Xie Xun explained.

It seems that he will be away for a long time.

"Ok."

Boyfriend is always very pitiful, so he can only let him a little bit.

The night before leaving, Xie Xun hugged him and kissed him on the bed for a long time. Song Qingzhou couldn't take it anymore, so he pushed Xie Xun's shoulder, but it was soft and weak, as if he wanted to refuse.

"Xie Xun, don't go too far... I don't want to wash the sheets."

A man's lustful voice sounded next to his ear, and he said, "I'll wash it."

Song Qingzhou will probably never believe Xie Xun's sentence 'I'll just kiss and do nothing else' again.

People in the Song family still don't like Song Qingzhou very much. Although Song Yiming's attitude is much better than before, others still turn a blind eye to him.

Song Yiming has always liked beautiful women, and there are always people outside. Not long ago, he was caught by his Xuxian, so she packed up her things and left the Song family in a fit of anger. Now that the company has some problems, Song Yiming is admitting his mistake and coaxing her back , I hope her natal family can help.

Song Qingzhou only knew this when he heard the servants at home talking about it.

coax back?

Song Qingzhou gently pulled the black chrysanthemum petals on the window sill, not knowing what he was thinking.

"what are you doing?"

Suddenly a voice sounded behind him, and Song Qingzhou's thoughts were pulled back instantly.

Song Qingzhou turned around and saw Mr. Song leaning on a cane with a face as iron-colored, his cloudy eyes fell on the pot of black chrysanthemums, he couldn't help but angrily knocked on the floor with his cane, "Uneducated things, Is that something you can touch?"

Song Qingzhou narrowed her eyes slightly, and knocked down the pot of black chrysanthemums. The crisp sound of the flower pot falling to the ground was extremely harsh to Mr. Song's ears.

When other people heard the sound, Song Jiali quickly gave Mr. Song a favor, gave Song Qingzhou a hard look, and said, "Song Qingzhou, what are you doing? This is Grandpa's favorite ink chrysanthemum, how dare you drop it?" it!"

Song Yiming also came out of the room and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Dad, this bastard knocked over Grandpa's ink chrysanthemum."

Song Yiming frowned displeasedly, "Speak up, this is your brother, what a bastard."

Isn't calling the bastard the same as scolding him?

"Dad!" Song Jiali let out angrily.

"Zhouzhou, apologize to your grandfather."

How could Song Qingzhou apologize to him? It's just a pot of ink chrysanthemum, and he just threw it for Mr. Song to see.

He didn't pay much attention to others, and said to himself: "I'm going back to my room."

"What's your attitude!" Old Master Song stared angrily.

Song Qingzhou glanced at him meaningfully, and said, "I'm just so uneducated." After speaking, he bypassed Song Yiming and went straight into the room.

Song Yiming didn't expect Song Qingzhou to talk like this. When he came back, he was quiet and quiet, and he was the same when he came to Song's house for the first time.

"Dad, why did you bring him back? He divorced Xie Xun, a bastard no one wants."

Song Yiming frowned again, "It's not polite for girls to talk about wild species."

Mr. Song was so angry that he knocked on the floor with his crutches again. Song Yiming quickly stepped forward to support him and said, "Dad, let's go into the room and I'll explain to you." Pack it up.

Song Qingzhou is in a better mood.

Does Mr. Song care about the pot of black chrysanthemums?

What he cared about was who touched this pot of black chrysanthemums, the more people in the Song family disliked him, the easier it would be to make them unhappy.

[Xie Xun: Zhouzhou, what are you doing? ]

Like Cha Gang, Xie Xun asked him what he was doing whenever he had time. Fortunately, Song Qingzhou had nothing to do and had time to chat with him.

[Song Qingzhou: I'm chatting with you. ]

[Song Qingzhou: Miss me? ]

[Xie Xun: I really want to. ]

[Song Qingzhou: Then let's make a video. ]

[Xie Xun: Good. ]

Song Qingzhou put on the earphones, then dialed the video for Xie Xun, and he answered it quickly.

Xie Xun was sitting in front of the table, and Douding was meowing on the table. It stuck out its small head and glanced at Song Qingzhou on the tablet.

Xie Xun felt that it blocked his sight too much, so he hugged it into his arms.

"Is the bean bag here?"

"At my leg."

Song Qingzhou saw that Xie Xun bent down and hugged the little black cats up, one on each side.

Song Qingzhou thought the picture was a bit interesting, and then took a screenshot.

Xie Xun waited for No.14 with a bit of suffering, two more days, and Song Qingzhou had been away from him for three days.

He misses Song Qingzhou very much.

"I want to see you tomorrow."

Song Qingzhou looked at the person on the phone and said, "Aren't you looking at me?"

"It's only been three days since I left. I'll go out to work in the future. What should you do?"

Xie Xun was stopped by his question.

Song Qingzhou smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, it's not that I won't come back."

Xie Xun nodded.