Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Shen Yu watched as he brushed the door out, the sound of violent collision of the door panels echoed in the silence of the 53rd floor.

Mister seems angry, but... what is he angry about?

Song Qing looked at the wooden patterned door panel in confusion, and Shen Yuguan's angry back was hidden behind it.

Shouldn't he be happy?Song Qing laughed at himself.

After Shen Yuguan left, the people who cleaned up the mess came up non-stop, and Song Qing wrapped herself up so tightly that no flesh could be exposed.

Wang Ye greeted him graciously, his face revealed the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and he was about to send Song Qing back.

Song Qing raised her hand to refuse, and walked out of the office building slowly with trembling legs.

The next day, it was Wang Ye who sent the surgery notice and a new divorce agreement again, at the same time, with the same hesitation.

Wang Ye seemed to have other important matters, so he was summoned away by a phone call without saying a word.

Before leaving, Wang Ye glanced at Song Qing meaningfully, "Madam, actually sir..."

Song Qing interrupted him with a smile, "Your phone is ringing again."

Song Qing opened the two agreements, signed them one by one, then cleaned up and took a taxi to Shen's house.

Grandpa recovered and was discharged from the hospital a few days ago. He hasn't visited him yet. After the operation, he will leave Shuangcheng. It may be difficult to see him again.

The taxi stopped at the gate of Shen's house, and the towering carved iron gate separated a majestic boundary.

It took Song Qing an hour and a half to walk there. He greeted the butler. The old man was basking in the sun in the garden and led Song Qing over.

The Shen family respects the ancient times, and the back garden is built like a small garden, with well-proportioned rockery, flowing springs, spring cherry blossoms to make the breeze, and a jade pavilion with carved railings on the surface of the pool, with lotus leaves and willows hanging down on the bowl surface.

The old man closed his eyes and rested comfortably in the nanmu rocking chair, leaning on a walking stick beside the stone table in the pavilion. The workmanship was fine, and it was the one Song Qing gave him.

Song Qing lowered her voice and thanked the butler, walked lightly to the old man's side, took over the maid's job of shaking the fan, and waved the fan handle in a strange manner.

With a single movement, most of the day flies by.

Thin sweat broke out on Song Qing's forehead, he moved the wound on his neck and pulled it, his hands still kept moving, the old man probably had enough blowing, he waved his hand to make the maid go down.

There was no movement behind him for a long time, the old man got up in doubt, and glanced in Song Qing's direction.

Seeing it, Song Qing obediently called out immediately, "Grandpa."

"Why are you here? Sit down quickly," the old man was pleasantly surprised, then saw the cattail fan in Song Qing's hand, snatched it immediately, threw it on the stone table, and muttered, "Why don't you wake me up? Fan How long has it been? Are you tired!"

"Not long ago, I just came here." Song Qing followed the old man's wishes and sat down at the stone table, "Is grandpa feeling better recently?"

"It's all right!" The old man waved his hand and laughed heartily, with wrinkles at the end of his eyes. "My granddaughter-in-law came to see me, all injuries are healed!"

??The old man looked around Song Qing twice, and the not-so-loose hoodie was put on Song Qing's body, pouring wind from the cuffs. The old man asked distressedly, "Why did you lose weight again? Did you not eat well?"

??"without…"

Before the words finished, Song Qing's eyes turned red uncontrollably. He hadn't heard it for a long time, and someone cared about him.

He didn't want to cry when Mrs. Song threatened him, and he didn't want to cry when Shen Yuguan bullied him, but Song Qing couldn't help but want to cry with grandpa's ordinary greeting.

In this world, the only person who has given him the warmth of home is Mr. Shen.

The old man saw the tears in Song Qing's eyes, and his expression suddenly became tense. When someone bullied Song Qing, he picked up the crutches and wanted to find someone to settle the score. "What's the matter? That desperate brat bullied you?"

"Grandpa, no." Song Qing wiped away tears with her fingertips, leaned on the old man's lap, and said coquettishly, "It's just that I haven't seen grandpa for a long time, and I miss grandpa."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down all his hostility, stroked the hair on top of Song Qing's head with his palm and comforted, "Come back if you miss grandpa, and tell grandpa if you are bullied."

Song Qing's head moved slightly under the old man's palm.

The two chatted for a while, and when it was time for dinner, the old man was worried that Song Qing would be uncomfortable eating at the main table, so he ordered the butler to turn on a small stove and set up a meal in the small living room in the building.

The dining table made of white-patterned marble extends from the dining room to the upper side of the living room. When the two of them arrive at the duplex loft, the delicious dishes are neatly stacked on the table. Just looking at it makes one's index finger move.

The old man greeted Song Qing to take a seat, and the maids around left after finishing their meal.

Song Qing took a piece of chicken and was about to put it in her mouth, when there were unhurried footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of pushing the door.

"Father-"

The sound stopped abruptly.

With a shake of Song Qing's hand, the chicken nuggets came into intimate contact with the table, and the spicy oil splashed all over, a few drops splashed far away, and dripped onto his sweater, forming a splash of oil.

The old man glanced at the visitor, "It's a coincidence."

And when Shen Yuguan came in, he saw Song Qing's back and stopped in his footsteps.

Song Qing only said that her sharpness was on her back.

Seeing that he didn't move, the old man said angrily: "What are you doing? Come and eat!"

"Okay." Shen Yu replied calmly, walked over slowly, opened the chair and sat diagonally opposite Song Qing, when he sat down, the old man glared at him several times, his eyes were full of how he sat there .

The moment Song Qing sat down in Shenyu Temple, her whole body was tense, the chopsticks were held in her hands like decorations, she hadn't moved for a long time, her eyes were lowered and she was staring at the square inch in front of her.

The old man put a piece of meat into Song Qing's bowl, and urged, "The food is getting cold!"

"Oh... good." Song Qing came back to her senses.

Shen Yuguan, who was diagonally opposite, seemed to be fine and was eating leisurely, but his eyes didn't move away from Song Qing.

The whole meal made Song Qing feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and felt uncomfortable. Fortunately, Shen Yu was silent during the viewing process, which relieved his discomfort a little like a background board.

He was ready to go back after eating, the old man ordered Shen Yuguan to send him back, Song Qing hurriedly refused.

"I'll just go back by myself." He said and turned to leave.

Shen Yuguan took his arm.

"Sir, why..." Song Qing forgot to call Shen Yuguan by his name.

"Song Qing and I are going to divorce." Shen Yuguan looked straight at the old man and said at the same time.