Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Shen Yu looked at Song Qing with plunder in his eyes, and at the same time, the pheromones secreted by the glands also sprang up, and the battle songs were ordered quickly and neatly, attacking Song Qing to plunder the city.

"Sir..." Song Qing trembled uncontrollably, he whispered softly, his fever period has not yet arrived, but alpha's pheromone has always been easy to do, making omega lose its armor.

But in just a few minutes, the pheromone released by Shenyu Temple was enough to make Song Qing bow down and quickly enter the fever stage.

The unsatisfactory heat made his legs weak, his feet slipped, and he fell into Shen Yuguan's arms. Shen Yuguan's embrace was quite different from his own, warm and hot. He couldn't help but grabbed the shirt on Shen Yuguan's chest, and pulled His forehead rested slowly against his neck.

The rich orange fragrance was like a pair of invisible hands, stroking his whole body from top to bottom.

"Sir..." He called out a little emphatically, hoping to get a response from Shen Yuguan.

"So can't wait?" Shen Yuguan raised the corners of his lips, his voice was full of charm, but he took the time to watch Song Qing's pheromone eagerness, and teased.

Standing aloof and not chaotic.

"I..." Shen Yuguan's calm and unhurried appearance instantly reminded Song Qing of countless difficult memories. His eyes were red, and he could not restrain his pleading gaze.

I begged Shen Yuguan not to throw him here, and let him be tortured by pheromone beyond recognition, like an ant bite, itchy and painful touch, Song Qing was used to it, and was terrified.

Song Qing's body slid down so badly, Shen Yuguan couldn't help reaching out to grab it, and fished up, his lips faintly touched Song Qing's eyebrows, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you?"

"Think..." Song Qing couldn't open his mouth, even for brief physical needs, and the combination of heat made him breathless, he raised his head, and slightly touched his lips. The corner of Guan's mouth, "Mr. Want."

The warm and clean eyes are filled with longing, and they become soul-stirring.

"Little..." [Pull the lamp word, meaning]

Shen Yuguan narrowed his eyes slightly, bent over and hugged Song Qing horizontally, let Song Qing panicked and quickly grabbed his neck, and walked steadily towards the bedroom on the second floor.

【it's dark】

Shen Yuguan tidied himself up, skillfully took a tablet of medicine from the bedside table and threw it to Song Qing.

Song Qing's rhyme hadn't come to an end, but she sat up with her body propped up, and swallowed the contraceptive pill dryly.

Shen Yuguan's clothes were neat and tidy, if it wasn't for the wrinkled chest, it would be more than enough to go directly to the meeting.

On the other hand, I can't cover the traces of red marks and warm smell all over my body.

A loveless affair, but that's all.

"Sir, I'll go back to sleep." Song Qing picked up the clothes that had been thrown to the ground, and said wittily with them.

Shen Yuguan raised his hand to untie the clothes he hadn't taken off, and hummed to show his understanding.

Song Qing wiped off the traces left by herself, said good night, turned around and staggered away.

The sticky feeling was uncomfortable, Song Qing went back to her room and went straight to the bathroom, but her head started to feel dizzy after washing.

His feet were swollen, and he lay back on the bed staggeringly. He reached out and touched the bedside table for a long time. He touched the restraint sticker and stuck it on his red, swollen and bleeding neck. His toes curled up and trembled from the pain, but the restraint sticker fit perfectly After posting it, an extremely simple action caused Song Qing to break out in a cold sweat, and he recovered from the excruciating pain for a while.

The smell of pheromones suddenly died down, until the last trace of patchouli in the room was covered, and he fell into a deep sleep like a robot with no electricity.

The next day, when the sun was setting in the west, Song Qingfang woke up slowly, feeling dizzy as if she had been poured with lead, she reached out her hand to her forehead, it was astonishingly hot, got up and took some antipyretics, and when she passed by Shen Yuguan's room, there was no one there. , there is no temperature at all.

After taking the anti-fever medicine, he finally got better, but Song Qing didn't want to move because of the soreness in his limbs. He nestled himself into the quilt and curled up tightly in a small world.

The bell rang non-stop, and Song Qing rarely felt a little irritable, and wanted to cover her ears, but in the end she couldn't beat the persistent ringtone, so she stretched out her hand unwillingly from the quilt on the small hill, and grabbed the phone. His favorite piano piece may be blacklisted.

He looked at his phone listlessly, the lock screen showed a missed call, but when he clicked on it, it turned out to be a harassing call.

He cursed a few times, and was about to throw his phone aside, when a message popped up on WeChat, stating that he was a scammer.

Song Qing's eyelids twitched, and she thought to herself that Shen Yuguan hadn't sent herself a WeChat message for at least a year, and this one is out of style.

Fraudster: "One o'clock in the afternoon, see you at the door."

Tomorrow's grandpa's birthday, Shen Yu Guan said that he would come to pick him up, and even came to remind him, unprecedentedly considerate.

Song Qing: "Okay."

Shen Yuguan didn't reply, Song Qing flicked her finger up boredly, and posted another message, it was him who sent good night, last May's No. 20.

It was the seventh year of his and Shen Yuguan's wedding anniversary. He unilaterally remembered it, and also unilaterally wanted to celebrate it. He said that a couple who can survive the seven-year itch will live a long life.

He had given up such illusory thoughts all his life, but he just thought it was a good day, and he wanted to meet Shen Yuguan and have a meal with him.

Of course, the Shen Yu view is still the Shen Yu view, and there is no perfunctory words to Song Qing, just ignore it.

Song Qing looked at her good night, and felt more and more that she was a person who really wanted to make fun of herself.

After crossing the good night, scrolling up, there are not many chat records between him and Shen Yuguan. After five or six minutes of scrolling, it turned to the end. The earliest message was that they were getting married soon, and he called Shen Yuguan After a wechat call, he even remembered that when Shen Yuguan answered the phone, the words he spoke were gentle, gentle and moving, with superb acting skills.

All the chat records are without exception, Song Qing's opening words, ending words, the beginning is good night, go to bed early, I am a bit busy, and the rest is um oh ok, among them, the rare one that exceeds the odd number is a sentence, call the assistant if you have something to do.

After this sentence, there were very few WeChat messages sent by Song Qing, and the average could be calculated in units of years.

Suddenly, he swiped his hand and inadvertently clicked on a voice.

The world stands still.

Song Qing's limbs seemed to be frozen by the icy cold, but the memories were like opening a long-sealed memory box, pouring endless streams into her head desperately, refusing to let go corner.

Blood flowed all over the pale house, countless black figures huddled together, rustling wildly, one hand after another pushed towards him, he rolled down the stairs countless times, screaming and begging He wanted to escape, but was caught by the hair again and again, returned to the top, and rolled down again.

He felt out of breath, and frantically pressed the shutdown button, but the voice was very short, just two or three seconds, and it just ended when the phone screen went black.

"The child is gone, sorry..."

The faint apology sounded as if it was on the verge of death. It was obviously hoarse and unclear, but it was extremely clear in my ears. It was like a beam of strong light coming down from the mist, directly penetrating Song Qing's heart.

His lips were as pale as paper in an instant, and he was trembling uncontrollably. His whole body ached and he tightened his body desperately, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

It has been four years, he went to worship every year, and he never let go every year. From tears streaming down his face to not crying or fussing, he thought he had let go, but it turned out that he was just deceiving himself.

In the past eight years, the only time he really thought about divorce was during the period of miscarriage. He blamed himself for not protecting the child well. Shen Yuguan didn't love him, but loved the child in his womb.

He wanted to let Shen Yu watch freely, but the Song family did not agree, and the Shen family did not allow it either.

"It is said that the child will be the mother's little padded jacket," Song Qing tremblingly took out the painkiller from the bedside table, swallowed a tablet, and said lightly with dull eyes, "No wonder I feel that Shuangcheng is so cold in the past four years." ..."

The painkiller was very effective. After Song Qing took it, his limbs gradually warmed up, and the pain that invaded the bone marrow gradually weakened, but he still couldn't help wrapping himself more tightly with the quilt.

"You have to have a good pregnancy, don't be so unlucky to meet someone like me again."