Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Song Qing closed the door of the ward in fear, and through the glass window, he could clearly see Shen Yuguan's lonely expression.

Shen Yu didn't wait long, and left silently not long after the two of them disappeared.

Song Qing's high-hanging heart was finally put at rest. After what happened this day, he gasped and then choked his breath again. It was as if he was being held down in a pool. He would never let go until he was dying. He came out for a breath of air.

He pulled Li Yu over like the rest of his life, "Don't be so impulsive next time."

At this time, Li Yu had returned to his usual demeanor, his brows were full of arrogance, "Who made him look like a pervert."

Song Qing frowned, "What is he doing?"

Today's Shen Yuguan is not the same as the old one, and Song Qing couldn't help worrying about what Shen Yuguan did to make Li Yu so furious that he could do it.

"You didn't see it," Li Yu became angry when he mentioned it, "He has been standing outside the ward without moving, who knows what kind of heart is in his stomach?"

Song Qing clicked her tongue, "Because of this, you slapped him?" Li Yu has a hot temper, but he wouldn't just go up and slap someone to see the truth. I haven't seen him in a year, and his temper is good.

"No," Li Yu rolled his eyes, sat down on the sofa, and lowered his volume at the same time, for fear of waking Song Yan up, and said with disgust in his eyes, "How could I be so impulsive!"

Song Qing swept Li Yu's face, "Then you are?"

"Ah," Li Yu received Song Qing's penetrating gaze, and scratched his head and face in embarrassment. In the end, he couldn't find any words, so he could only say vaguely, "It's...about the same."

But Li Yu felt that she couldn't be blamed for being impulsive. Who could control his hands when he saw such a scumbag with no conscience?

Anyway, she can't do it. Thinking of what Shen Yuguan did to Song Qing, Li Yu wished she could show Shen Yuguan what Quan Wuxing is.

In a blink of an eye, Li Yu suddenly realized that something was wrong, why did Shenyu Temple appear here?

She sprang up, and asked Song Qing with hatred, "Are you still inseparable from the scumbag?"

"No," Song Qing didn't shy away from Li Yu's fiery gaze. He reached out his hand to stop Li Yu from spinning around, and explained, "He lives in the same hotel as me, and we just met."

Li Yu stopped in doubt. She believed in Song Qing's coincidence, but she didn't believe that Shenyu Temple could appear there so justly. go home."

Song Qing hesitated, "Don't worry, he probably... won't appear again."

He had already talked to that point, how could Shen Yuguan, such a proud person, continue to make fun of himself.

"All right, all right." Li Yu couldn't hold back Song Qing, so he could only let him go.

"However," Li Yu recalled that slap, and couldn't help but said, "I really didn't expect him to be motionless, as if waiting for me to slap him down."

Song Qing was also puzzled, "Maybe I didn't realize it."

Song Qing couldn't find the second reason, maybe there is, such as bitter tricks.

But Song Qing didn't want to think about it.

"Who cares?" Li Yu said, "But this slap is so damn cool, it will be the most enjoyable thing I have ever done, bar none."

Song Qing concealed the almost imperceptible pain in her heart, and then laughed softly.

When Shen Yuguan walked out of the hospital building, the scorching sun rose to the sky, and the dazzling sunlight shone so hard that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

He suddenly wanted to drink some wine, so he went back to Jinshan apartment.

He didn't bother to pick out the old products on the wine rack, he just drank the bottle he got.

Swallowing the throat-scratching liquor had an excellent effect, and the never-ending throbbing pain in the heart finally subsided.

His eyelids dropped heavily, and his steps moved out in a vain manner.

Suddenly——

His eyes were shrouded in black mist, and his body fell down like weightless. The voices in his ears suddenly became noisy, but they gradually moved away from him bit by bit.

The next second, the world was silent.

Shen Yuguan woke up again, the scene around him was not the familiar Jinshan apartment, and there were a bunch of people around him for no reason.

Grandpa and mother were all looking at him, with expressions on their faces that Shen Yu couldn't understand.

The phantom in front of him was still swaying, and he feebly raised one hand to support his body.

"What's wrong with me?" His voice was extremely hoarse, like a rough stone rubbing against a wooden board.

"Xiaoguan," as soon as Shen Wushi saw him wake up, her eyes were red, she jumped up and grabbed his hand, and murmured sadly, "You child, there is nothing you can't think about."

"Why am I in the hospital?" Shen Yu withdrew his hand indifferently, looked around, and asked again.

Mr. Shen's hand holding the cane trembled, and cursed, "Drink more, and we, grandpa and grandson, can go on the road together."

Shen Yuguan lowered his eyes silently, and he pressed his chest unconsciously.

Why did it start to hurt again.

Shen Yuguan probably guessed why he appeared here. Like a child who has done something wrong, he lowered his head and accepted the punishment, "I'm sorry, there will be no next time, Grandpa."

Old Man Shen ignored Shen Yuguan, turned his back to everyone and ordered, "You all go out."

Shen Wushi's worried tears filled her eyes, "Master, I..."

Mr. Shen glanced at Mrs. Shen Wu, "You go out too."

Shen Wushi didn't dare to disobey the old man, so she turned her head and left.

After everyone left, only their grandpa and grandson were left in the ward. Mr. Shen sat down with a sigh, his voice was full of weakness, "Have you met Xiaoqing?"

"En." Shen Yuguan nodded with a pale face.

The old man affirmed, "You regret it."

Shen Yuguan raised the corner of his mouth and hissed, "I regret it."

"Does this taste good?"

It's not good, how can it be good?

"Grandpa," Shen Yuguan said softly, pointing at his chest, "It hurts."

Mr. Shen closed his eyes sourly, it was a wrong step, wrong step.

As much as Shen Yuguan owed Song Qing, he had to pay back as much, and now it was just the beginning of the evil force's return.

However, Shen Yuguan didn't strike so ruthlessly when he attacked at the beginning, blocking all the dangerous paths, narrow roads, and back roads, there is still some sympathy between him and Song Qing.

"I apologized, but he didn't want to forgive me anymore. He was bored even seeing me." Shen Yuguan was like a drowning man, grabbing a life-saving straw when he was on the verge of death. He didn't want to show weakness in front of the old man, but He had no other way to go, and he mourned tremblingly, "Grandpa, what should I do..."

Mr. Shen looked at his grandson who had always been favored in love with pity,

Shen Yuguan has never tasted the feeling of getting what he wants, he is always the winner, what he wants is within reach, even if he doesn't want it, someone will line up to deliver it to him.

So he doesn't know how much love needs to be paid in order to get how much, and even the giving cannot be equal to the reward.

Song Qing spent eight years of hard work and dedication in exchange for Shen Yuguan's regret.

How much love and hugs should Shen Yuguan use to wait for Song Qing to give him a chance.

Old man Shen didn't dare to think about it, he was afraid that Shen Yuguan would not be able to wait for it all his life.

"When you hurt someone, an apology is the most useless thing in the world, Xiao Guan."

"Think about it carefully, what have you caused Xiaoqing to lose, can these things be restored by your apology?"

Shen Yu was stunned, Song Qing lost something.

He... lost his glands, his birth cavity, and his flamboyant ego.

So, why does he think that an apology and the thought that Song Qing still loves him can erase all these things.

Why did he think that after Song Qing lost so much, he would still wait for him where he was.

The sudden severe pain was like an invisible monster, ruthlessly throwing Shen Yuguan down.

Shen Yuguan's eyes were red, and tears poured out of them uncontrollably. He bit his lips tightly, not wanting to let out a weak cry.

A sentence kept echoing in his mind.

Why is he?

[The author has something to say]: Grandpa is really too difficult, and he still needs to give the dregs an emotional counselor.

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