Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

The crystal pendant lamp emitted a soft light, hitting Song Qing's pale cheeks, flickering on and off.

Shen Yu hummed, and tapped the wine tower on the long wine table from a distance with her finger, and the maid tactfully handed a glass to Song Qing who was empty-handed.

They stood at the bottom of the most obvious stairs, Shen Yuguan walked to the sparsely populated terrace first, Song Qing followed after seeing this.

The silver moonlight scattered all over the ground, and the mottled light and shadow interlaced with the camphor tree shadow printed on Shen Yuguan's tall and slender body. He smelled the aroma of wine, looked at the spring water in the pond outside the terrace, and waited quietly for Song Qing to come over.

"The pool is well built." From the corner of his eye, Shen Yu boasted that Song Qing had arrived on his left.

Shen Yu looked at this incomprehensible praise, and Song Qing felt baffled. He was full of doubts along the way, and asked directly: "Sir, why are you here?"

He didn't mention this recommendation to Shen Yuguan, and he was as surprised by his arrival as the people around Shen Yuguan.

What is the current relationship between Shen Yuguan and the Song family? Song Qing has no idea, but Father Song's birthday party alone is not enough for Shen Yuguan to come in person. There must be other more important reasons Drive him to the feast.

When Shen Yuguan's eyes swept across Song Qing's neck, he frowned slightly, and asked an irrelevant question, "What's on your neck?" From this angle, he could see Song Qing's neck clearly at a glance, and at the same time, he could see clearly what was on his neck. That square patch.

Shen Yuguan knew it was a pheromone suppression sticker. When he was in the living room, he didn't smell the sweet and sweet smell, but the patchouli fragrance he was familiar with. If he hadn't seen Song Qing in the ward yesterday, he would have suspected Song Qing Did Qing never have an operation, but Song Qing just finished the operation yesterday, so she posted this thing today, does she not want to kill her?

Um?This unconventional answer stunned Song Qing for two or three seconds, and then he turned slightly sideways, as if trying to block Shen Yuguan's line of sight, but the next second he turned back, anyway, Shen Yuguan Seeing it, it's meaningless to hide it, not to mention that he won't worry about himself, Song Qing said honestly, "It's a pheromone suppression sticker."

Shen Yuguan said slightly displeased, "You don't want to die?"

Song Qing heard this caring sentence for the second time today, but he never expected that it was said once from Shen Yuguan's mouth.

Song Qing asked suspiciously, "Sir, are you caring about me?"

Shen Yu frowned even tighter, as if unwilling to admit it: "If you think there is, then it is."

Song Qing laughed out loud after hearing this, and couldn't help sighing again, the fit is really metaphysics, he spent eight years waiting for no concern, but the artificial gland did it in a day.

No matter how sweet the candy can be, Song Qing would not eat it, just like Song Qing would not want this belated concern.

Song Qing looked at the pool of spring water, and the wind blew through the ripples, he suddenly asked, "Sir, will you love me?"

Will you fall in love with me because of artificial glands?

"No," Shen Yuguan directly and decisively denied without any hesitation or thought.

He didn't know what the purpose of Song Qing's question was, but the answer to this question was beyond doubt, love was something he stepped on and didn't bother to waste even a glance.

Shen Yu said, "What artificial glands bring is sexual impulse, not love."

The same is true for the degree of fit brought by the original glands. The things that are naturally derived are just to increase the rate of ejaculation, just like the timing of puberty in animals.

As for the love produced under the degree of compatibility, it is the confusion and obsession after the harmony of water and milk.

Shen Yuguan's answer was within Song Qing's expectation. He gripped the railing on the edge of the terrace and whispered, "So, don't worry about me, we don't need this between us."

Shen Yuguan turned his head sideways and stared at Song Qing. Song Qing's head was lowered to his neck, and the broken hair on his forehead covered half of his face. From his nose to his chin, he was soft and without edges, still as docile as ever.

But he found that between him and Song Qing, at some point, an invisible wall was erected, and he could no longer see what kind of emotions were hidden under Song Qing's gentle appearance.

The familiar patchouli fragrance was gradually covered by the apple fragrance leaked from the pheromone suppression stickers, and Shen Yuguan seemed to see another person named Song Qing gradually eating away at Song Qing's body.

It's obviously the same softness, but the taste that emanates from the bones has changed.

Song Qing put the undrunk wine in her hand on the landscape table in the middle of the terrace, "Sir, you didn't come to me just to praise the beautiful pool, did you?"

[The author has something to say]: QAQ The internal screen of my mobile phone is broken, and it hasn’t been repaired yet. I can’t use any of the saved manuscripts I wrote before, so today is extremely short!Sorry everyone!