I'm finally divorced

Before the meal, Song Qingzhou stayed in the room and had a video call with Xie Xun. He didn't hang up the video until someone knocked on his door. It was the aunt at home who knocked on the door. When she looked at Song Qingzhou, her eyes were always It's kind of weird.

"Young master, it's time to eat."

Song Qingzhou responded and said, "Got it, I'll go down later."

Song Qingzhou sent another message to Xie Xun before going downstairs, but the Song family downstairs had already sat down.

Song Jiali couldn't get used to him, and immediately said: "Why do you call him, like to eat or not."

"Zhouzhou, remember to come out earlier next time." It was Song Cheng, the eldest brother of the Song family who spoke, and he smiled and looked at Song Qingzhou.

Song Qingzhou didn't pay much attention to people, and sat down after pulling away the stool.

Mr. Song said with some displeasure: "Why shouldn't your brother talk to you? It's rude."

His lowered eyes slowly lifted up, and he said lightly, "Can we eat? I'm hungry."

Mr. Song will be so angry that his eyes will be dizzy. Why does he look like a different person when he comes back from Xie's house? How dare the old Song Qingzhou contradict him.

"Zhouzhou, be polite when talking to your grandpa." Song Yiming reminded him, and then said to Mr. Song: "Dad, let's eat first. We can talk about anything later."

Mr. Song snorted coldly.

Song Qingzhou could feel Song Jiali's unkind eyes at the table, she was staring at him all the time, he didn't bother to care about this person's eyes, and just ate his own.

In the end, Song Jiali didn't have much appetite to eat. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Ever since Song Qingzhou came back, her father had always been polite to him, even when he contradicted his grandfather Song Yiming.

Song Yiming satisfied what Song Qingzhou wanted as much as possible. Song Jiali said that he asked Song Yiming to give way to Song Qingzhou a little. Finally, on the afternoon of the fourth day when Song Qingzhou came, she couldn't help but ran out.

She took two little sisters to drink at the bar she frequented, and vomited bitterness to the rich kids who were sitting with her.

He Zhun, who had been silent all this time, raised his lips slightly, and said, "Did Song Qingzhou and Xie Xun divorce..."

But this doesn't surprise him at all, after all, Song Qingzhou is not a soft rabbit.

Thinking about the last time I saw him, it was a few months ago, he was locked up by the old man at home for a long time, and he was only released recently.

Song Jiali heard that He Zhun was interested in this topic, so he couldn't help but say something more, "I heard that he was divorced a long time ago, and now my dad brought him back, and I don't know why."

He Zhun took a sip of his wine, wondering what he was thinking.

Before leaving, he deliberately added Song Jiali's contact information, saying that he would contact her if something happened.

After He Zhun left, the little sisters around her said enviously, "Young Master He has a crush on you, right?"

Song Jiali pursed his lips and smiled, "No way, maybe you really need to contact me."

After she got home at night, He Zhun really contacted her, Song Jiali was a little surprised and answered his call.

"Will Miss Song want to cooperate with me?"

Song Jiali was a little confused, and asked, "Cooperation? What cooperation?"

"Song Qingzhou and I have some personal grievances, so..."

He Zhun paused for a moment, but didn't speak clearly.

Song Jiali was a little disappointed. He didn't expect that He Zhun called because of Song Qingzhou, but he was talking about personal grievances?Does he mean to do something to Song Qingzhou?

"Young Master He means...do you want to do something to him?"

He Zhun smiled softly, "Yes, I want to punish him."

"How to punish?" Song Jiali became interested when he heard that He Zhun wanted to punish Song Qingzhou.

"Of course he made him cry and beg for mercy, so is Ms. Song interested in cooperating with me?"

It would be best to make Song Qingzhou cry and beg for mercy. Song Jiali was upset seeing him these days.

Song Jiali agreed without thinking, "Yes, what should I do then?"

"It's very simple, just tell me as soon as he orders."

Song Qingzhou in the room has been talking with Xie Xun for two hours, one hour video call and one hour voice call.

Song Qingzhou was about to fall asleep in bed, and couldn't help hinting: "Brother Xun, I'm going to take a bath and go to bed."

Unexpectedly, Xie Xun just said 'hmm', and then asked for advice: "Can I play the video?"

Song Qingzhou didn't understand, and asked, "Open the video?"

He replied without thinking: "Bath."

Song Qingzhou choked and wanted to cut off the mobile phone signal, he said: "...what are you thinking."

Xie Xun whispered, "I'm thinking of you."

After Song Qingzhou left him, he was not clingy at all. Xie Xun took the initiative to send a message, but it was Song Qingzhou who always proposed to hang up the phone.

If he goes to work in the future, he may not reply to his messages for a long time. If he is cheated by others...

Song Qingzhou called Xie Xun several times, but he didn't answer, he said again: "Xie Xun? If you don't say anything, I'll hang up."

"hold on."

"It's late, you have to go to the company tomorrow."

"It's ok."

Song Qingzhou lay on the pillow and said softly: "We will meet tomorrow, and we will arrive soon tomorrow."

The man on the phone was silent for a moment, and Song Qingzhou said again: "Go to bed early, or you won't be energetic at work tomorrow."

"……it is good."

He said softly: Then go to bed quickly, good night. "

Xie Xun also sent him a good night.

Song Qingzhou hung up the phone, always feeling that Xie Xun was a little insecure, and asked him what he was doing from time to time.

The weather is clear and sunny, and the flowers on the window sill look extremely beautiful. Song Qingzhou doesn't care if someone looks at him, but just stretches out his white fingers and pulls the petals. He is very beautiful, as eye-catching as his mother.

Back then, Song Yiming fell in love with Xin Ran at first sight, because he had never met such a beautiful person. Her smile was bright, her appearance was outstanding, and there was a mole of tears in the corner of her eyes, especially those eyes, which seemed to hide Star.

After Xin Ran was driven away by Mr. Song, he still looked for it for a while, but he gave up soon. Although he loved her, he couldn't give her everything.

Later his wife died and he could no longer find someone like Xin Ran, so he spent a while looking for her, but Xin Ran completely ignored him and said that it was impossible between them.

Song Yiming hit a wall with her, and soon returned home, and married another young and beautiful woman not long after.

When he heard about Xin Ran again, it was probably the time when she had a car accident. When he saw Song Qingzhou in the hospital, he thought he looked like Xin Ran. Perhaps out of guilt, he took Song Qingzhou back to the Song family.

He found that this child was surprisingly quiet, staying in the room every day and not coming out, his personality was completely different from Xin Ran who liked to play tricks, so Song Yiming ignored him the more he went on.

In the end, I don't know what happened. The people from Xie's family suddenly proposed marriage to their family, and Song Yiming sent Song Qingzhou out in such a muddle-headed manner.

Coming back this time, his personality is different from before, to some extent it can be said that he is more and more like his mother when she was young.

But this time, he still has to send Song Qingzhou out.

"Zhou Zhou, Xie Xun tonight..."

Song Yiming mentioned it to him the second day after he came, and Song Qingzhou's attitude these days is neither refusing nor accepting.

"So you're sending me out tonight?"

Song Qingzhou raised her eyes and looked at him with a slightly cold expression on her face.

"You can't say that. It's a good thing that you and Xie Xun are together. No matter how many people want to marry him, they have no chance."

"What if Xie Xun can't help you?"

Song Yiming hesitated for a moment, and said, "Didn't I tell you to give it a try? You have more or less a place in his heart."

After all, Xie Xun asked for someone himself.

"Yes, but I want the painting hanging in Grandpa's room and the blue and white porcelain vase on his desk, you give them to me."

Mr. Song is fond of antiques. Among them, the most precious thing is the ancient painting. It was bought at a huge price and hung in the room all the time. When it came out, the price was ridiculously high when it came out.

"This...you don't understand antiques, and it's useless to take them."

"Then I won't go."

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

Song Qingzhou just smiled and said, "Go quickly, Dad, don't make me wait too long."

The first time I heard Song Qingzhou call him father, Song Yiming's heart was touched.

Song Qingzhou turned and went back to the room, and then saw the message Xie Xun sent him.

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

[Song Qingzhou: I'm doing something. ]

After a while, Xie Xun sent a question mark.

[Song Qingzhou: I will be very happy. ]

He posted a white cartoon hamster sitting on the ground and playing the guitar. Its eyes curled up when it plucked the strings, which looked very cute.

[Xie Xun: Well, just be happy. ]

[Xie Xun: Video? ]

[Song Qingzhou: Not now. ]

He chatted with Xie Xun for a few more words, and then Song Yiming brought the things to his room, and told him not to break them before he left.

However, not long after he left, Song Qingzhou dropped the blue and white porcelain bottle. The voice was so clear that even the old man could hear him.

Song Yiming said helplessly, "Dad, if he wants to fall, let him fall."

"You bastard!" He picked up the crutch beside him and wanted to leave. Song Yiming quickly supported him and said, "Dad, don't go."

"I think you are obsessed with ghosts. Get out of the way. I'm afraid this lawless little bastard is not here to collect debts. I have to teach him a lesson."

Mr. Song left the room on crutches, but what he saw was the broken porcelain bottle at the door of Song Qingzhou's room and the ancient painting cut by scissors.

Mr. Song had never been so excited in his life, and he blushed and his neck was thick, "Send him away quickly! Send him away!"

Song Jiali, who happened to be at home, also came out of the room. Seeing that Mr. Song was so angry, he made up his mind to make Song Qingzhou look good.

Song Qingzhou lay on the bed and listened to music with headphones on. The volume was turned up to the maximum, and she couldn't hear the outside sound at all.

He told this matter to Xie Xun. At first, Xie Xun was worried that Song Qingzhou would be bullied in the Song family, but now it seems that worrying seems unnecessary.

Xie Xun also asked: Do you want to buy a few more for you?

[Song Qingzhou: How can I be such a prodigal. ]

[Xie Xun: I thought you had a good time falling. ]

[Song Qingzhou: I am happy because I dropped someone else's vase. ]

[Xie Xun: Chi Yan's family can also give it to you. ]

[Song Qingzhou: Brother Xun, your love talk is a bit troublesome my friend. ]

[Song Qingzhou: Don't really think about other people's antiques. ]

[Xie Xun: Good. ]

It took a while for Song Qingzhou to turn off the song. He stayed in the room all afternoon, and didn't go down until lunch in the afternoon. Mr. Song didn't sit at the table, probably because he didn't want to see him.

Song Cheng asked with some doubts: "Why didn't Grandpa come down?"

"Your grandfather is in a fit of anger, Xiao Cheng, you can go up and see him later."

Song Cheng nodded, and then looked at Song Qingzhou thoughtfully.