Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Song Qing didn't know anything about what happened in the ward. With the help of the medicine, he slept until dawn.

Sitting in Li Yu's supercar, he was not in good spirits, staring listlessly at the ever-changing scenery through the window.

"Yesterday..." Some fragmentary images flashed through Song Qing's mind, vague and unreal, like a deep dream, "Have you ever been to Shenyu Temple?"

He had so many dreams that he couldn't tell which was reality and which was fantasy.

Li Yu grunted angrily, tapped the steering wheel with her fingertips, and saw Song Qing's pale face from the corner of her eye, and persuaded again: "Why don't you go back, Song Jin's father's birthday party There are so many people here, you are not missing."

"There is still a difference between my own son and others." He pulled out the pheromone suppression sticker, moved his neck to Li Yu's side, and asked worriedly, "Can you still smell that apple smell?"

The pheromone of the artificial gland is the sweet and emblic apple aroma, which is very different from his original pheromone. No one in the Song family wants to tell about the gland transplant except Li Yu and Song Qing.

So he specially put on a pheromone suppression sticker, and found a perfume with a similar smell and sprayed it several times, for fear that it would not be able to cover it up.

"I can't, I can't." Li Yu freed one hand, and pushed him away in disgust, while hating iron for not being a steel road, "You also hate life."

After completing the discharge procedures, Li Yu pushed away from the ward, and saw Song Qing writhing in pain on the hospital bed with her teeth bared and her arms folded. She was frightened and jumped in front of Song Qing, fearing that something had happened to him.

In the end, Song Qing endured the pain, showed her white teeth, and smirked at her, "It's okay, I'll just post something."

Only then did she see that there was a pheromone suppression sticker on Song Qing's neck, with blood oozing from the edge. She felt her brain buzzing and wanted to tear it off when she raised her hand. Song Qing quickly avoided it, begging for mercy, "Don't, don't, if you really tear it up, my life will be entrusted here."

She felt that sooner or later she would be pissed off by Song Qing.

Li Yu is a superb car driver. When she was young, she participated in racing competitions and ranked well. Unfortunately, because of a marriage letter, after marrying into the Song family, she became a boudoir and never touched her again.

I usually drive once or twice, wishing to spin and drift, to show off some driving skills, but today I drove slowly and leisurely, like an old man for a ride, and drove for an hour before returning to Song Zhai.

Mrs. Song likes the European style, so the Song house is built like a low-profile version of the European imperial palace.

Song Qing set foot on a familiar place, feeling an unspeakable feeling in her heart, and her face turned ugly for several degrees.

The housekeeper said that Mrs. Song and Master Song were not in the main house, so Song Qing didn't have to say hello. After parting ways with Li Yu, Song Qing went straight back to her room.

After closing the door, his strong back suddenly bent down, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he walked unsteadily to the bedside, carefully avoiding the surgical incision, and lay down on the soft bed.

In an instant, the whole body was enveloped by the rich orange blossom fragrance.

"It's been so many years, why does Uncle Lian still remember that I like the fragrance of orange blossoms?" Song Qing murmured.

Song Qing woke up again, it was almost dusk, the maid knocked on the door and asked Song Qing to come down, and all the distinguished guests came.

He pulled himself together, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

In the banquet hall, the men in suits and leather shoes, the ladies with low chests and tight waists, all formed a circle. Song Qing saw Mrs. Song circling among the crowd. Mrs. Song was well maintained, with the dazzling pearl necklace around her neck , said that her skin is whiter than snow, and she looks like a novice lady in her 30s inadvertently.

Marrying his father really buried Mrs. Song.

Song Qing pursed the corners of her lips stiffly, and walked downstairs, Mrs. Song caught a glimpse of him on the way, raised a wine glass and clinked glasses with him from the air, and smiled at him with satisfaction.

Song Qing felt confused, thinking that Mrs. Song was wrong.

But when he glanced at the door in a blink of an eye, Song Qing understood why he didn't do what Mrs. Song asked, and Mrs. Song still gave him a good face.

Because his husband came.

Shen Yuguan looked like he had just arrived, he unbuttoned his coat and handed it to the maid, sharp-eyed people quickly surrounded him, and in a short while there were many people standing beside him, he took the champagne from the maid, Talk to people without alienation or intimacy.

Xu said something funny, a bunch of them laughed at the same time, and Shen Yuguan was also laughing, but the arc of the smile was only slightly widened.

Song Qing's gaze didn't stay on Shen Yuguan for long. He was looking for his father in the crowd, and Song's father was clearly the protagonist today, but it was so small that Song Qing didn't see it after looking around for a long time. .

On the contrary, it was Madam Song and Shen Yuguan who stood out one after another.

At a corner, Song Qing finally saw Father Song. Father Song had a happy conversation with a young woman. The atmosphere was delicate. Song Qing couldn't help clicking her tongue. It seemed that Mrs. Song had let her father do anything wrong. Mo Ran changed direction and walked towards a place with few people.

As soon as he took a step forward, Shen Yu from a distance saw him, and said something to the people around him in a low voice, and while the people around him showed understanding smiles, he strode towards Song Qing's direction with big strides.

"Song Qing."

Yesterday's loss of control was still in front of his eyes, and when Shen Yuguan was three or four steps away from him, he called out to stop him.

Hearing the sound, Song Qing froze. The dream made him see Shen Yuguan. He felt mixed feelings and felt very uncomfortable. He didn't know what expression to make or what movement to make. After a while, he lowered his eyes meekly and called out, "gentlemen."