Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

It took Shen Yuguan a whole day to process the piles of documents.

He leaned back in the chair as if he was relieved, opened the gold eye sockets on the bridge of his nose, and kneaded his brows gently to relieve the heap of fatigue.

The mobile phone was placed on the side of the black lacquered desk, as if it was time for Shen Yuguan to take a rest, the jingle bells rang, and the noise made Shen Yuguan's tiredness that had just faded away come back.

He skillfully scratched, and his deep voice fell into the other end of the phone, "Say."

"Are you busy?" The person on the other end of the phone heard Shen Yu's impatience, and asked carefully and softly.

Shen Yuguan said without hesitation, "Yes."

"I'll find you again when you're free."

Shen Yuguan frowned, "No need, just tell me what you want."

The other end of the phone hesitated for a while, and his voice was a little choked up, "Grandpa said, you..."

Before Shen Yuguan finished listening, she knew what she was going to say, and interrupted her neatly, "My mother's behavior before caused you to misunderstand, for which I would like to apologize." Shen Yuguan paused Dun, sincerely said, "I'm sorry."

The first thing he did today was to talk to the old man of the Bai family in person, talked about his relationship with Bai Jun in detail, and told him in a tactful manner that it was impossible between them, he was not a good match, and asked Bai Jun to choose another son-in-law .

Mr. Bai was not optimistic about this marriage, but Bai Jun persisted in his lobbying, and there was a momentum of not marrying if he did not see it. Mr. Bai couldn't do anything about this granddaughter whom he spoiled. Taking one step at a time, I had no choice but to follow her.

This time, Shen Yuguan took the initiative to reject him, which made him lose face on the bright side, but in his heart he couldn't wait for it.

He talked eloquently and took a lot of benefits from Shen Yuguan, so this marriage with no roots can be regarded as a thing of the past.

Shen Yuguan took out a document, listened to the loneliness for half a minute, and said in a calm tone, "If there is nothing else, I will hang up."

He raised his hand to put down the phone, but Bai Jun's crying voice came out clearly.

"Is it because of Song Qing?"

Shen Yuguan said coldly, "This has nothing to do with you."

Bai Jun was worried that Shen Yuguan would hang up the phone, so he suddenly raised his voice, "Even if you know that he already has a new boyfriend, don't you mind?"

"What do you mean."

Bai Yun sniffed, and seemed to pull back a bit and said, "literally."

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

"Are you not free? Or are you afraid? You have probably seen that person before."

Shen Yuguan investigated the Beta beside Song Qing that day, but he didn't take Xu Che to heart. After a few glances at the results of the investigation, he forgot about them.

The only thing I remember now is that he and Bai Yun are cousins.

Shen Yu laughed and said, "I have nothing to be afraid of." There was a faint white mark on his hand holding the phone. "Bye."

Before Shen Yuguan hung up, Bai Yun wanted to finish in one breath, "Song Qing is getting married to my cousin, and even the wedding photos are taken, do you want me to send them to—"

Shen Yuguan hung up, and Bai Yun's voice stopped abruptly.

He stared at the phone gloomily, within a minute, Bai Jun's message window popped up.

His hands trembled suddenly, and trembled violently. After pressing the screen seven or eight times with his fingertips, he finally unlocked the lock screen.

Shen Yuguan made mental preparations, but the moment he saw the photo, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, his body felt uncontrollably cold, his trachea seemed to be tightly blocked by cotton, and no air could pass through.

In the photo, Xu Che gazed at Song Qing tenderly and tenderly. Song Qing tilted her head in embarrassment, her warm eyes were full of tenderness, and everyone who saw it would praise it as a match made in heaven.

But Shen Yuguan was about to be killed by this photo.

"Song Qing..." Song Qing, who was flustered two days ago, was still in front of her eyes, but in the next second, why...

How did he become the person in the photo.

There was a fishy and sweet taste in Shen Yuguan's throat, and he whispered, "I'm changing it..."

"You wait for me."

Shen Yuguan's birthday party has always been held only at the Shen family's main residence, but this year it was changed to the Jinshan apartment, Song Qing knew a thing or two from the bottom of her heart.

He originally thought that the old man just wanted Shen Wushi to meet Song Yan, but now it seems that is not the case.

Song Qing hesitated, but the old man made a special call, hesitating and saying that he was already waiting at the Jinshan apartment.

Now that she agreed, she couldn't justify her refusal, so Song Qing had no choice but to leave for Jinshan Apartment.

Shen Yuguan didn't lack anything, so he casually prepared a small gift.

When he arrived at Jinshan Apartment, the housekeeper was already waiting at the door, as if he was waiting for him.

The butler came up to him, his temples were gray, and his smile trembled, "Husband..." He habitually wanted to call Madam, but as soon as he said the words, he felt that something was wrong, so he changed his address, "Master Song."

Song Qing hugged Song Yan's hand and dragged it up, saying repeatedly, "No, just call me Song Qing."

Whether it was when he lived in Jinshan Apartment, the housekeeper helped him a lot and treated him sincerely, or he had nothing to do with the Song family now, he felt that he couldn't bear the words of Young Master Song.

The butler nodded, suppressed his smile, and followed Song Qing into the living room.

It was said to be a family banquet, but the only person who came was Shen Yuguan, the protagonist of this banquet.

It was unexpected, but it was expected.

The tone of the old man's phone call was full of guilt.

Shen Yuguan stood up to greet her, a layer of fatigue floated between her exquisite eyebrows.

He pulled the chair away with one hand, and said in a flat tone, "Don't blame grandpa, I begged him to help me lie to you."

Song Qing naturally wouldn't blame the old man.

He took out a hand and handed the gift in front of Shen Yuguan. Shen Yuguan seemed a little surprised and delighted, and took it with great care. His movements were gentle as if he had received some priceless treasure. Sorry.

After all, he really didn't know what to give, so he went to the mall to buy a lighter for 300 yuan.

Song Qing stopped Song Yan's hands and feet crawling towards Shen Yuguan, and said in a friendly voice, "Happy birthday."

Song Qing didn't intend to stay, Shen Yu took a look at Song Qing's expression and guessed it.

Shen Yuguan pretended not to understand, raised the corners of his lips, and said warmly, "Thank you, sit down first."

Song Qing said, "No."

To be alone under the same roof with Shen Yuguan, and finish a meal calmly, he thinks he can't do it.

Shen Yuguan's smile was filled with bitterness in an instant, "For the sake of my birthday today, can you finish this meal with me?"

His feet seemed unable to support his body, and he was on the verge of falling. Shen Yuguan freed up a hand and pressed it on the dining table, and then slowly stabilized his figure.

Song Qing sighed silently, others were already here, and Shen Yuguan was acting pitifully again, no matter how ruthless he was, he couldn't say no to it.

It's just a meal.

Shen Yuguan sat on the seat, watching Song Yan tried to catch him again and again, and was stopped by Song Qing frequently, and couldn't help but said, "Can I hug Yanyan?"

Song Qing looked at Shen Yuguan, then at Song Yan, and when Song Yan stretched out her fat white arm again, Song Qing surrendered.

"Hold your body, be gentle, don't strangle her." Song Qing took the initiative to hand the lively and active Song Yan to Shen Yuguan's arms, and carefully taught him how to hold the child.

Shen Yuguan's whole body became stiff, and the scent of laundry detergent on Song Qing's body filled his nostrils, which almost turned into substance, shaking his teeth and claws in front of his eyes.

He swallowed, restrained his greedy desire to hug Song Qing, and took Song Yan carefully.

Song Yan fell into his arms, and a sweet milky smell surrounded him overwhelmingly. It was soft and sweet, and softened his whole heart.

He softly called out, "Yan Yan."

[The author has something to say]: I originally wanted to write three thousand words in anger today!result! !power cut! !I'm speechless! !The phone has only 8% battery left. QAQ I have to catch the high-speed train at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, I think I'm very cold.