Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Song Qing hugged the child and shuttled through the crowd without turning his head, but he knew clearly that Shen Yuguan was following behind.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground in a calm manner is extremely clear in the noisy subway station, like a shadow.

When we got out of the subway station, it was raining heavily outside. Countless pedestrians were soaked by the sudden rainstorm. They either used their briefcases or their coats to cover the rain, but to no avail. look.

There is a distance between the subway and the coffee shop, but there is no convenience store nearby, and Song Qing didn't go out with an umbrella.

Song Yan seemed to be blown by the cold wind, and suddenly coughed a few times, which immediately tightened Song Qing's heart.

Just as he was hesitating, Shen Yuguan got a black umbrella out of nowhere and put it on top of his head.

Shen Yuguan stood beside Song Qing silently, neither urging nor moving.

Song Qing stared at the rain scene tangled, he didn't want to accept Shen Yu's good intentions, but it seemed that the rain would not stop for a while, and the place seemed prosperous, but there wasn't even an umbrella seller.

When the umbrella is really in use, you will hate less.

Song Qing lowered her voice and said to Shen Yu, "I'm sorry to trouble you." Then she stepped out.

Song Qing's voice was completely covered by the sound of rain, although Shen Yuguan couldn't hear it clearly, but he understood it, and without delay, they walked into the rain together with an umbrella.

Along the way, Song Yan was very curious about the smell on Shen Yuguan's body, and dishonestly crawled towards Shen Yuguan, Song Qing had no choice but to push her back into her arms frequently.

Song Qing occasionally glanced at the black umbrella from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but wonder, why didn't he see the umbrella Shen Yuguan bought there?

Shen Yuguan seemed to be aware of Song Qing's curiosity, he smiled imperceptibly, and said slowly, "Money can turn ghosts around, so buying an umbrella is naturally a no-brainer."

Shen Yuguan didn't dare to say that he bought the umbrella with 1000 yuan half-robbed from the hands of passers-by.

Song Qing didn't reply, she looked away silently, Shen Yuguan was far away from him, there was room between the two of them for another person, but along the way, Song Qing was never caught in the rain.

The distance is not far, about 5 minutes.

Song Qing thanked in a low voice, raised his legs and stepped in. When he passed the corner, he happened to be able to see the door through the glass.

Shen Yuguan was standing there, doing the movement of closing the umbrella, exuding a calm and unhurried demeanor in every move, and should have been elegant like a nobleman standing on the top of the world, if——

He didn't speak like a drowned rat.

Song Qing caught a glimpse of Shen Yuguan's current appearance, and froze involuntarily.

Half of Shen Yuguan's body was soaked, his white shirt was sticking to his body wetly, and his muscular muscles were looming.

Did he not hold an umbrella for himself?

Song Qing's heart suddenly beat violently.

Before he looked back, Shen Yuguan also raised his head and stared at him with deep eyes.

Song Qing caught off guard and looked at him, didn't hold on for three seconds, turned her head hastily, like a soldier fleeing from battle.

He pressed his chest, and walked quickly inside with trembling eyes.

He really suffered too much, a little kindness made him stir up trouble.

No prospects!

The sound of the rain is getting stronger, beating on the window, blurring the busy world.

He turned a corner, and the slightly hunched figure of the old man came into view.

"Grandpa." Song Qing came before him.

Hearing the sound, the old man glanced over in surprise, but when he saw the empty corridor behind Song Qing, his eyes dimmed slightly.

The old man hid his loss, and asked with concern, "Why does our Yanyan still look sluggish?"

"It's okay, Grandpa don't worry." Song Qing gently put Song Yan on the baby chair.

As soon as Song Yan sat down, his body disheveled towards the door, his round eyes kept looking, as if he was waiting for someone, "Ah..."

The old man approached Song Yan, and asked cheerfully, "What is Yan Yan looking at?"

Song Yan's attention was quickly attracted by the old man. In a blink of an eye, he forgot why he kept looking at the door, and happily grabbed the old man's gray beard.

Song Qing watched, the corners of her lips were slowly rising, but her heart couldn't stop sinking into the abyss.

He found that Song Yan seemed to be very close to Shen Yuguan.

But after a while, Song Qing felt that she was thinking too much, and cleared out the redundant thoughts in her mind.

"On the 24th, you haven't returned to Chunling yet, have you?" the old man asked abruptly while playing with Song Yan.

24th?As soon as Song Qing heard about this date, she immediately thought, isn't it Shen Yuguan's birthday? Grandpa asked him what he wanted to do?

Song Qing was suspicious, but still nodded.

The old man quietly glanced at Song Qing's expression when he heard this sentence, seeing Song Qing's expression was normal, the old man stammered and said, "Well... this, that's... that day is the brat's birthday, cough, you Is it convenient to bring Yanyan here?"

In his whole life, the old man has never been intimidated by anyone, let alone such embarrassing things as stuttering, but in order to help his irresponsible grandson, the old man just feels that he has lost all his old face.

"There are no outsiders at the family banquet. If you don't want to come, forget it. Just be a grandfather. You don't have to worry about my feelings."

The old man said this on his lips, but he was clear in his heart. Song Qing was a child who valued affection and had a soft heart. How could he not want to? Hearing these words with a low face, he would never refuse no matter what.

Brat, grandpa can only help you so far, you can fight for it, the old man is shy and sighs in his heart.

Sure enough, as the old man expected, Song Qing was embarrassed for a while, but finally agreed.

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, "Then, I'll ask the brat to pick you up."

"No, I'll just go by myself."

"He has nothing to do with him, and he occupies a lot of land at home. Why don't he use it as a driver for you, and it will cause you trouble."

Song Qing wanted to refuse, but the old man insisted again and again, so he had no choice but to comply with the old man's wishes.

[The author has something to say]: The big abuse hasn't come yet, friends, don't worry, the plot is about to go, let the dregs slow down first.