Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Song Yan's fat and round arms, like lotus root joints, shook excitedly, and her body movements all showed that she liked Shen Yuguan.

Song Qing was taken aback for a moment, with a little sadness in his eyes.

Song Yan couldn't understand Song Qing's expression, he just giggled against Shen Yuguan's chest, curiously burrowed into Shen Yuguan's arms, his round eyes switched back and forth between Song Qing and Shen Yuguan.

"Ah... ah..." Song Yan stretched his arms forward and grabbed Song Qing's palm that was in mid-air.

Song Qing was brought back to her senses by this teasing.

Shen Yuguan never left Song Qing's attention for a moment, and immediately sensed Song Qing's strange mood, and reluctantly returned Song Yan to Song Qing's arms.

Don't be greedy, take it step by step.

Shen Yuguan reminded himself in his heart.

After a meal, eating quietly, Song Yan was a rare pause.

Shen Yuguan stopped his chopsticks before taking two bites, pinched the glass with his slender fingers leisurely, and drank with his head down.

The sake entered his throat, and the aftertaste was sweet and lingering on the tip of his tongue. Shen Yuguan leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, and when Song Qing was not prepared, he caressed Song Qing wantonly with his eyes.

He remembered Song Qing's appearance moment by moment. In his eyes, Song Qing, with broken and long forehead hair covering her warm eyebrows and eyes, Song Yan in her arms, sitting obediently and quietly on his lap, the light was dim and deep, beautiful and warm.

If it weren't for that heart-piercing photo, it would have been the happiest day he had in recent days.

Thinking about the photos, Shen Yu watched the half-raised smile on the corners of his lips, slowly falling uncontrollably.

He wanted to ask Song Qing, is that photo real?Are you really with Xu Che?

But the thought stayed in his mind for less than half a minute, so he directly denied it.

There was no other reason, he didn't dare, he was afraid that Song Qing would give him an affirmative answer, he was afraid that he would lose control of himself and do something wrong to hurt Song Qing.

Shen Yuguan threw back the wine glass and secretly clenched his palms.

He prefers to lie to himself.

At least, if Song Qing is willing to accompany him to have this meal, he should be satisfied.

Shen Yuguan smiled again and asked, "Is the food still to your liking?"

Song Qing paused for a while while holding the chopsticks, and then nodded slightly.

A table full of dishes, looking around, every dish is covered with red peppercorns, and at the same time exudes a strong spicy aroma.

Shen Yuguan doesn't like spicy food, so the dishes on this table are all according to his preference.

"That's good." Shen Yuguan picked up a piece of chicken wrapped in a fragrant sauce and put it in Song Qing's bowl, "I asked the chef of the time-honored Chunling restaurant to cook this mouth-watering chicken. You can try it." taste?"

This dish is the only one that Song Qing has never tried.

Shen Yu saw that Song Qing hadn't put down his chopsticks for a long time, "Or you don't like chicken?"

Song Qing shook her head: "No."

Shen Yuguan wanted to ask, but he saw Song Qing staring at the chicken nuggets in the bowl with a complicated expression, as if it was something hard to swallow.

It's not that Song Qing doesn't like chicken, it's that he doesn't want to eat the dishes he has eaten.

Shen Yuguan only thought that the bitter and indescribable taste came back, it was more difficult to swallow than the throat-scratching spirits, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were dimmed, he held the glass wine glass, and drank the rest of the wine, trying to relieve the pandemonium in his heart There was a dense tingling pain.

One glass after another, unconsciously, most of the glass of wine has been drunk, and Shen Yuguan's mind gradually becomes dizzy.

"You...drink less." Song Qing was a little surprised by Shen Yuguan's way of drinking wine like drinking water. After Shen Yuguan poured himself another glass of wine, Song Qing couldn't help persuading him.

Shen Yuguan supported his forehead, his eyes diverged, and he whispered, "It's okay."

All right, if Shen Yuguan doesn't listen to the persuasion, he can't do anything about it.

Song Qing had almost eaten, she glanced at her phone from the corner of her eye, and before she knew it, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Song Yan's work and rest schedule is regular, and when it's eight or nine in the evening, he must start to feel sleepy.

No, just as Song Qing finished thinking, Song Yan's big round eyes began to droop halfway, and her small hands grabbed the fabric on Song Qing's chest, and burrowed into his arms, trying to find a comfortable place to sleep.

Song Qing was about to say goodbye when Shen Yuguan suddenly raised his head and looked straight at him with distracted eyes.

"Don't go, okay?"

Song Qing dodged Shen Yuguan's outstretched palm, and said in a deep voice, "You're drunk."

He had never had a drink with Shen Yuguan, and he didn't know that he could drink so badly.

He turned his head and wanted to find the housekeeper to deal with Shen Yuguan, but found that in the huge living room, only he, Yan Yan and Shen Yuguan were empty.

"Not drunk." Breathing out the alcohol, Shen Yuguan leaned on the back of the chair and stood up straight, trying to prove that he was not drunk, but as soon as he got up, his feet couldn't be controlled, and he suddenly became weak, and fell back into the chair in a daze .

Shen Yuguan struggled and climbed a few times, but returned without success, so he stopped doing useless work. He smiled foolishly, and said firmly, "I'm not drunk, I'm drunk... I can't see you."

He had been drunk several times, but every time there would be no Song Qing. Song Qing hated him, so much that even after she was drunk, she would not even come to see him.

Song Qing resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and comforted herself, don't try to reason with the drunk.

He got up and put the sleepy Song Yan on the sofa, picked up the thin blanket folded on one side of the sofa, and covered Song Yan's stomach to prevent her from catching a cold.

Song Qing was about to look for the butler, when there was a heavy thumping sound behind her unexpectedly.

Following the sound, Shen Yuguan fell to the floor without knowing when, his handsome face was flushed with drunkenness.

Song Qing didn't want to care about him very much, Shen Yuguan clenched his lips as if he was wronged, looked at Song Qing who was indifferent, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth, "It hurts."

He took a step, and Shen Yuguan shouted.

"It hurts."

"Leg hurts."

"Arm hurts."

"Song Qing, I'm in pain."

"old…"

"Shut up!" Song Qing's brain hurt from Shen Yu's yelling, she turned her head and drank.

Scoundrel!While helping Shen Yuguan, Song Qing cursed in her heart.

But Shen Yu, who was drunk, looked at his body like mud, and couldn't help him up no matter what.

Song Qing gave up her idea of ​​helping Shen Yuguan, "Don't shout, I'll find someone."

"No." Shen Yuguan grabbed Song Qing's arm, and pressed against Song Qing softly, "You're gone... hiccup... you won't come back."

Shen Yuguan's body was scorching hot, as hot as a furnace, and the moment she was pressed against him, Song Qing stiffened uncontrollably.

"You...you let me go first."

Shen Yuguan shook his head drunkenly, "Don't let go."

Let it go, Song Qing is going to leave with Lao Xu next door.

Can't let go.

No.