Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Song Qing froze on the spot when she said "wife".

He knew in his heart that Shen Yu Guan was using the most intimate title, and he was using the most ironic meaning, but he still lost his mind uncontrollably. Shen Yu Guan had never called this title in eight years.

Seeing the two of them rubbing their hands together, the old man laughed out loud.

Song Qing was embarrassed by the old man's laughter, because she was too close to Shen Yuguan, the hairs on her body stood on end, and he wanted to avoid it, but because the old man was beside him, he could only distance himself quietly. Adapting to such a view of Shen Yu made him feel apprehensive.

But no matter how carefully Song Qing moved, the place was so big, the two were still very close, and the familiar smell of pheromone mixed with salty sweat lingered on the tip of her nose.

Just when Song Qing was about to use the pissing formula to stay away from Shen Yuguan, Shen Yuguan sat up straight first.

Song Qing exhaled secretly, the old man took his hand quickly, Song Qing looked over in confusion, only to see the old man smiling kindly, the lines at the corners of his eyes were like the scars of a rotten tree.

The old man said, "If someone bullies you, just tell grandpa, grandpa will support you."

The old man spoke eloquently, and with a few short sentences, Song Qing felt that all the grievances he had suffered in recent days had disappeared.

He really looked like a child backed by someone, his back straightened involuntarily, "With Grandpa around, no one would dare to bully me."

The old man raised his eyebrows proudly, and his gray beard trembled, "Even if the brat bullies you, grandpa will still hit you."

Shen Yuguan pretended to be dissatisfied, "Grandpa, Song Qing is your own, I was brought back by the well."

The old man snorted, "If my daughter-in-law is really my grandson of the Shen family, I can wake up laughing at night from my dreams."

Although Song Qing had some estrangement from Shen Yu's outlook, she couldn't help laughing when she saw him deflated.

Shen Yuguan glanced at him angrily, "You're still laughing."

"Don't make people laugh anymore? Brat!" The old man lifted the quilt, kicked Shen Yuguan immediately, and drove him out, "Go and buy me something to eat."

Shen Yuguan dodged, stood up obediently and walked out.

When Shen Yuguan was gone, the old man said to Song Qing with relief, "Seeing that you two are loving each other, I feel relieved."

He patted the back of Song Qing's hand tenderly, with a weak sigh in his eyes, "I'm old too, I won't live for a few more years, in this life, I've had everything, and I don't want anything extravagantly, the only thing is, just I want to hug a great-grandson before entering the coffin, before, Xiaoguan treated you badly, grandpa dared not mention it, but now grandpa is afraid that he won't be able to wait."

What the old man said, Song Qing's heart was sour, his eyes were hot and humid, he held the old man's hand tightly, "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense, you are very strong."

"I know what kind of body I am. I kicked Xiao Guan out specially because I didn't want to put pressure on you. I just thought about it. If you don't want to, grandpa won't force you." Song Qing has been punished once, even if Song Qing refuses to agree, it is justifiable.

Song Qing knew that it was impossible for him and Shen Yuguan to have children, not to mention that the road ahead for him and Shen Yuguan was already a precipice and had come to an end, not to mention the damage to his birth cavity made it possible for him to have another child. Sex is negligible.

But he really couldn't bear the disappointment of the old man's expectations, and he didn't want to deceive his grandfather, so he had no choice but to delay the attack and think about it.

"Okay, okay." Even if Song Qing didn't agree to him directly, the old man still happily patted the back of Song Qing's hand.

Song Qing had just finished chatting with the old man about the household chores when Shen Yuguan came back with a food box.

After the old man finished eating, he wrapped himself in a quilt and said he was sleepy, and asked the two to go back.

Shen Yuguan explained to the nurse some of the old man's habits and trifles in life, and then closed the door lightly.

When he came out, Song Qing was about to leave from the corner of his eye. He strode forward and stopped him, "Talk."

Song Qing retreated reflexively, but he shook his head slightly and refused, "My husband and I have nothing to say."

There were people coming and going in the corridor of the ward, Shen Yuguan didn't intend to talk to him here, just ignored his refusal, grabbed his wrist and walked towards the hospital garden.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sky was cloudless.

Shen Yu found a cool place with few people, and stopped. Song Qing was not as strong as him, so she could only stagger and was half dragged along.

Shen Yuguan skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, lifted the lid of the cigarette, and turned to Song Qing, "Smoking?"

Song Qing gasped for breath and didn't speak. When his hands were released, he turned around and ran towards the exit of the hospital.

Before he could take two steps, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly. His center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards unexpectedly. Just when he thought he would have a close contact with the earth, his back bumped into a man carrying a mandarin orange. Floral chest.

"What are you running for?" Shen Yuguan's teasing voice rang in his ears, "Can I eat you?"

Song Qing struggled to escape, but Shen Yuguan tightened her arms and warned in a deep voice, "Don't move."

Song Qing was so strangled that she compromised, "I won't leave, sir, can you let me go?"

Shen Yu listened to the words, closed his hands in satisfaction, and immediately took out a cigarette and lit it, orange red flashed on the tip of the cigarette, and was covered by soot in an instant, Song Qing leaned back on the stone pillar of the flower gallery, his face was full of rejection, stabbing Uncomfortable, he heard Song Qing's still lukewarm voice, but compared to before, there seemed to be something missing in it, "Sir, what do you want to talk about?"

Shen Yuguan's smoking hand paused, and after a long time he exhaled a puff of white smoke, "Have you heard of gland transplantation?"

Of course Song Qing had heard of it, he had thought about it before.

The development of science and technology has not only researched the marker removal surgery, but even derived gland transplantation in order to improve the fit of pheromones.

As the name suggests, it is to remove the old gland and replace it with an artificial gland that is more compatible with the lover.

This is different from marker removal surgery, which has a very high risk. Song Qing has seen in reports that many omegas have poor prognosis due to gland transplantation. Mild cases have pheromone disorders in a short period of time, and severe cases cannot be marked for life. What's more, the pheromone collapsed, and she was in estrus all the time, and she couldn't bear the torture***.

Song Qing once went to consult, but was dragged back by Li Yu, caught him and cursed him for a day, and found out a lot of failed surgery materials, dispelling Song Qing's idea.

Song Qing held his hand by his side, trembling uncontrollably, he asked, "Sir, do you want me to change the gland?"