Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

After Song Qing greeted Lian Yan, she took Song Yan and set off for Shuangcheng.

Lian Yan originally wanted to come back together, but Lian Fu needed someone to take care of her, so she had to give up. Before leaving, she packed several boxes of luggage for Song Qing.

Shuangcheng is not like Spring Mausoleum, which is like spring all the year round. In October, the autumn wind is already blowing to the top. As soon as I stepped out of the plane cabin, the cold wind blew over. Song Qing couldn't help wrapping her coat tightly to prevent the wind from blowing to Song Yan. Song Yan was exceptional. Not afraid of life, he opened his big eyes and looked at everything around him curiously, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

He hugged Song Yan after taking the suitcase and baby stroller, and went straight to the pick-up gate. Li Yu said he would pick them up. When Song Qing came to the exit, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Li Yu.

After the message was sent, Song Qing had already reached the end. As soon as he raised his head, a familiar figure came into his sight.

She is a woman with a graceful figure, with a pair of sunglasses that can cover half of her face. The ten centimeter high heels can't stop her from jumping up and down. From a distance, she is the most eye-catching in the crowd.

Li Yu waved his slender arms, "Song Qing, here!"

If it wasn't for the fence blocking it, Song Qing had no doubts that Li Yu could rush in and give him a bear hug.

"I heard you, ancestor." Li Yu kept shouting at the top of his voice as if he was afraid that Song Qing would not hear it, causing the eyes of the people around him to look at him. Song Qing shyly pushed the baby carriage and the other pulled it. Suitcase, ran to Li Yu.

Li Yu immediately gave Song Qing a hug, pulled Song Qing's body, looked up and down for a long time, and finally hugged Song Qing hard again, her voice was no longer as loud as before, "Fortunately, I'm not thin."

Hearing the sobs in Li Yu's voice, Song Qing's heart was sour. He patted Li Yu's shoulder, but he didn't know where to start his words of comfort, so he said dryly, "Chunling food is delicious, and I can't lose weight." .”

Li Yu was silent for a long time, until the coolness on Song Qing's shoulders was about to evaporate, Li Yu spoke, and his voice came from his shoulders in a vigorous voice.

"Did you bring me some back then?"

Song Qing smiled and said, "Yes."

Song Qing sat in Li Yu's usual bright yellow supercar, and felt as if she had passed away for a moment.

The Frost City whizzing by outside the window has not changed from the Frost City he left a year ago, but it is also different there.

The suburban villa was owned by Shen Yuguan. When Song Qing left, she returned it together. Li Yu asked him to go back to Li's house with him. Song Qing declined, and found a nearby hotel to check in.

"Are you and my brother okay?" Song Qing asked casually, inserting the room card.

Li Yu hugged Song Yan, winked and teased, and replied after a while, "Same as usual."

Song Qing nodded and didn't ask any further questions. The old ways of her and Song Jin were the best.

"Come on, then I'll go back too." Li Yu glanced at the sky outside and said.

It happened that Song Qing had been on the plane for a long time and was exhausted, so she fell asleep after taking a shower.

Perhaps it was the reason for returning to Shuangcheng. Song Qing had a nightmare all night, and then fell asleep in a trance after waking up.

For the next whole morning, Song Qing's energy was not good, and he was frequently distracted. He had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​registering Song Yan's household registration today, and stayed in the hotel, sleeping until night to replenish his energy.

In Frost City at night, the temperature plummeted, Song Qing's thin coat was useless, and he added a sweater inside, which would be enough to keep out the cold.

He took Song Yan into the coffee shop closest to the downstairs of the hotel, and as soon as he entered, the rich and fragrant coffee aroma lingered around him. Song Qing chose the most remote and quiet corner and sat down.

As soon as Song Yan reached this point, he began to feel drowsy, lying in Song Qing's arms in a daze, smacking his mouth unconsciously.

Not long after he sat down, the waiter arrived. The old man was wearing a long gown, walking slowly up and down, followed by two bodyguards in black, his hair was even more gray than a year ago.

When Song Qing touched the old man's older face, his eyes couldn't help but sore.

He got up to meet him, but the old man pressed him nervously, "No, no, sit down."

The two sat down relative to each other, and the bodyguard retreated consciously.

The old man's gaze fell on Song Yan's face motionlessly, and he looked at it almost greedily, "It's Yan Yan..."

As soon as Song Qing returned to Shuangcheng, he contacted the old man. He was considering whether to visit or invite the old man out, but the old man just said to meet outside, so as to save Song Qing from getting entangled and feel uncomfortable when seeing the Shen family.

"Come on, Yan Yan greets Grandpa." Song Qing took the initiative to move Song Yan closer to the old man.

The old man, who has experienced countless wind and rain, knew for the first time that his hands could still tremble like this. He took Song Yan carefully. The old man has a gray beard on both sides, "Yeah..."

Seeing this, Song Qing hurriedly wanted to pull away Song Yan's hand, "You can't grab Grandpa's beard."

The old man avoided Song Qing's hand, and said cheerfully, "It's okay, let Yanyan play."

Song Qing couldn't resist the old man, so she could only let Song Yan pull the old man, and the old man looked happy.

"How is grandpa recently?"

"It's okay," the old man replied, "it's you, Xiaoqing..." The old man's eyes turned to Song Qing's abdomen, and he couldn't help but feel a little pity, "Are you okay?"

The old man is naturally aware of Song Qing's physical condition, but there are some things that are most reassuring to say by himself.

Song Qing smiled slightly, "It's all right, grandpa don't worry."

"These years, I have suffered for you."

Song Qing shook her head, did not comment, and only said in a short voice, "It's all in the past."

"Yes," the old man let out a long sigh, the cold coffee in front of his eyes was full of bitterness.

"How many days are you going to stay this time?"

"I booked a ticket for the 20th."

The old man's eyes flashed, and he wandered between Song Qing and Song Yan with nostalgia, "Okay, okay."

Song Qing didn't talk much, mostly the old man asked a question, and he answered a question, and the hour hand on the watch turned to eight o'clock in the evening.

Song Yan was already lying in Song Qing's arms, falling asleep.

The old man was reluctant, but he couldn't bear to let Song Yan sleep unsteadily, and urged Song Qing to go back.

"I'll sit here again, you take Yanyan back quickly."

Before Song Qing could say her refusal, she was urged by the old man again, so she had to follow the old man's wishes.

He left his seat first, and walked out step by step. The closer he was to the door, the thicker the aroma of coffee beans, mixed with the sweet aroma of cake, vaguely, he seemed to smell something in this fragrance. A free ebony agarwood, cool and quiet.

He wanted to smell it more clearly, but the smell disappeared in the next second.

"You hit me, hey! You—" There was a loud voice from the door.

Song Qing's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and when he carried Song Yan outside, there was only a glaring passerby and the ebony aloes in the air.

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