Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Shen Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Qing. His lowered eyebrows were obviously gentle, but inexplicably revealed stubbornness. He felt that he should show kindness, and then pointed to the man in front of him, "You are no longer three It's a child."

This kind of thing like love can appear in couples holding hands on the street, and it can land on strangers who accidentally touch, but it will not happen to those who regard marriage as a stepping stone.

Their marriage is a bargaining chip on the table, not a petri dish for feelings.

The cold light from the wall lamp stung Song Qing's eyes. He quickly lowered his eyes, his eyelashes tremblingly covering half of them, "Don't worry, sir, I am no longer dreaming."

Yes, he is already 26 years old, he should have passed the age of innocence, so he has no expectations for Shen Yuguan.

This is the last step back he made.

"On the 29th, I will pick you up in the afternoon." Shen Yuguan frowned and changed the subject.

Song Qing waved her hands again and again, "I want to stay with him for a while, he will be there in the morning, sir, just go directly."

Shen Yuguan hummed as usual.

Song Qing felt that he had nothing to say to Shen Yuguan further down, and tactfully expressed his desire to leave after eating.

Shen Yuguan agreed, he walked to the gate, met the butler, chatted a few words, the taxi arrived, waved hurriedly, and disappeared into the moonlight.

Shen Yuguan leaned back in the chair, cold light hit his handsome side face, his expression was gloomy, and the three-point smile that often hung on his lips hung down in the empty living room.

Stupid, he said silently.

When Song Qing returned home, she first put the divorce agreement in the study, turned to the last page, and signed her name. The signature space next to it was empty, and Shen Yuguan hadn't signed it yet.

Song Qing guessed that Shenyu Temple must have forgotten.

He locked the door, picked up the sacrifice that was placed in the living room in the morning, and went back to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and took out the longevity lock and wedding ring. The longevity lock was carefully stacked on top of the sacrifice.

The wedding ring was spread out in the palm of his hand, and against the soft light of the crystal pendant lamp, it reflected the brilliance of gemstones.

He kissed the wedding ring, like a devout believer in a church, "Shen Yuguan, one day, I will stop loving you."

In two days' time, it will be the 29th, but an unexpected visitor came during it.

Song Qing was cooking the instant noodles. The noodles gradually dispersed and softened under the yellow water, and the aroma came out faintly. He knocked an egg along the side of the pot. When the egg touched the boiling hot ground soup, the sides would solidify. He liked to eat it. Runny, after the egg whites all turned white, he hurriedly turned off the fire.

Picking up the chopsticks and just about to eat, the doorbell rang untimely.

Song Qing couldn't bear to put down the chopsticks in her hand, but the doorbell kept ringing like a reminder.

Resentful, she walked to the door, opened the door to monitor, and a woman who still had a charm, her brows and eyes full of impatience, poked the doorbell with her nail shell.

Song Qing's hand stopped, hesitating whether to pretend not to be at home.

"Song Qing, I know you are at home, you have the ability to divorce, you have the ability to open the door!" The woman's previous dignity was completely gone, and she shouted at the closed door.

This line sounded familiar, and Song Qing opened the door with a sneer.

"Mom," he turned sideways, making way for the woman.

"Mrs. Song." The woman corrected, and then she walked in with her purse and high heels stomping her head high.

Song Qing is used to the woman's attitude, just like she is used to the mother. After all, she has been shouting for 20 years, and it will take a while to change.

"Madam Song, would you like something to drink?" Song Qing looked at the instant noodles she had been thinking about, turned her hands and packed them into the kitchen, and asked at the same time.

"No need," Mrs. Song refused without even thinking about it. She raised her head gracefully and looked around, as if she was the hostess here. "I'm not here to chat with you."

Song Qing nodded. He could guess the purpose of Mrs. Song's visit here with his toes, and it was nothing more than to prevent him from divorcing Shen Yuguan. He sat opposite Mrs. Song with a glass of warm water, and dozens of A refusal statement.

He was still debating that it was safer to say that, Madam Song said in a very affirmative tone, "The Shen family doesn't know about your divorce."

Of course I don't know, otherwise how could Mrs. Shen persuade him to have a baby? The news of the Song family spread quickly, "Yes."

"But it's coming soon. I've already signed the divorce agreement." Song Qing added.

Mrs. Song raised her hand to loosen the hair on her forehead and put it behind her ear, her eyes fell on Song Qing's neck, as if she had seen through something, "You haven't had the operation yet, have you?"

Song Qing reflexively wanted to cover her neck, but it was too late. Mrs. Song asked this, which meant that she had seen it. Song Qing secretly sighed at her mistake, trembled twice and dropped her hands back.

On his neck are fresh teeth marks from Shen Yuguan's mark.

"I will do the surgery as soon as possible, it won't affect my divorce with Shen Yuguan."

Mrs. Song laughed, with a sense of relief in it. She stared at Song Qing closely, like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue, just waiting to bite down and nail the prey to death in its mouth. "Make a deal."

trade?Song Qing looked at Mrs. Song in confusion.

What deal can they do?Song Qing couldn't think of it.

"Lian Yan, you should have been doing well in these years abroad, right?" Mrs. Song smiled, and handed the phone to Song Qing. On the screen was a photo of a woman hugging a seven or eight-year-old girl. The woman is getting older, but her smile is gentle and gentle, revealing the tranquility of the Jiangnan Water Village.

The little girl in his arms is very cute, with big round eyes, it can be seen from the photo that she is a little girl who is loved.

The moment Song Qing saw the photo, she couldn't help clenching the cup tightly, and asked in a trembling voice, "How did you find them?"

They were obviously sent abroad by Song Qing, and even Song Qing herself didn't know where they went all these years, and how Mrs. Song could find them.

Mrs. Song smiled brightly, "There are always more solutions than difficulties, aren't there?" White fingers pointed at the glistening face on the screen, making bang bang noises.

Song Qing cut to the chase, "What do you want?"

Mrs. Song giggled. She took back her phone and stroked the pearl necklace on her neck, "What do I want? You don't know?"

"Am I going to leave?" Song Qing looked back not to be outdone, but the blood was gone from her tightly pressed lips, anyone could see that she was bluffing.

"Oh," Mrs. Song sighed pretendingly, and regretted, "Such a cute little girl will lose her mother at a young age. How will she go in the future?"

"How dare you!" Song Qing said angrily. According to Madam Song's words, a human life is cheaper than grass.

"So, I don't want to go this far either," Mrs. Song patted Song Qing's cold cheek lightly, and called mockingly, "My dear son."

Song Qing avoided her hand, as if this hand would hold his heart tightly, making him breathless, "The Song family is no longer good, even if I don't divorce Shen Yuguan, it won't change anything at all. !"

"As long as you don't leave, you don't have to worry about the Song family."

Song Qing was so powerless, he broke the jar and said, "Okay, even if I don't leave, what about Shen Yuguan? What are you threatening him with?"

It's not that he can leave whenever he wants, or if he doesn't want to, all the initiative is in Shen Yuguan's hands.

Madam Song withdrew her hand in satisfaction, and took out an envelope from her handbag. The envelope was slightly undulating, as if there was some gadget inside.

"This thing can threaten Shenyu Temple."

Song Qing took it hesitantly, and he laughed again after a while, Mrs. Song is here to do charity?Help him pursue a husband who doesn't come home?Song Qing didn't understand, "Since you have something that can threaten Shen Yuguan, why do you need to rely on me?"

Mrs. Song said with confidence, "You don't have to worry about how I do it, you just need to tell me, will you do this deal or not?"

Does he still have options?Song Qing admitted, but he still needs to confirm, "How do I know you won't hurt them."

"I have hidden them. As long as you behave well, I will let you see them from time to time."

What a great way, Song Qing admired, "I agree."

"Happy cooperation, my son."

[The author has something to say]: Mrs. Song, the best assist in the game!

I rushed to write it at the end of the 16th! ! !Moved! ! !