Sir, let's divorce [ABO]
Chapter 72
Clouds rolled over and clouds were left, the wind came and rained, and the mud slabs paved with limestone were pitted, and small puddles formed in an instant. A pot of small potted plants was blown down by the wind, and rolled to the feet of Shen Yuguan, splashing mud and dirt On to his jet-black boots.
Feeling weak at the feet, Shen Yuguan looked down, bent down to pick up the potted plant, and then found a corner out of the wind, and hid it safely. His palms were stained with a lot of mud, and there was no trace of a faucet anywhere. Then he caught the rain, pulled out a towel and wiped it clean finger by finger.
He stood in the drizzle, his lips were tightly pursed, and the water dripped from his forehead. He didn't know whether it was sweat or rain. The crevices of his fingers had been wiped clean, but he was still holding on to the towel and kept repeating the action of wiping.
He clearly had thousands of words in his heart and wanted to tell Song Qing, but when he really saw Song Qing, the sentence I don't want to see him easily turned these words into foul breath, and he couldn't vomit in his chest .
Song Qing paused in the middle of the stairs, not going up or down. He watched Shen Yuguan go out with potted plants and never came back. His slender figure was obscured by the drizzle. The distance between them was not too far, Song Qing could clearly understand Suddenly, he saw that the gauze around Shen Yuguan's neck had been soaked by the rain, and the blood was winding down along the rain, which was particularly eye-catching on the plain white shirt.
madman.Song Qing gritted her teeth in her heart and spat, she didn't care about her body, she expected someone to care.
He won't anyway.
Song Qing made up her mind to ignore Shen Yuguan's tricks.
Three minutes later, Song Qing frowned, took out the umbrella with a thin layer of dust from the cabinet, and held it over Shen Yuguan's head.
Song Qing's usually gentle voice was slightly harsh at this time, "Do you want to die in the rain?"
Shen Yuguan became nervous when he heard his hoarse voice, "Are you sick?"
Song Qing hummed, and moved the umbrella a little in the direction of Shen Yuguan, "Come in first."
It was raining outside, Song Qing was naturally embarrassed to drive people out, especially Shen Yuguan was still looking weak.
They both returned to the house under the umbrella, Song Qing took an unopened towel without saying a word, threw it into Shen Yuguan's arms, turned and went upstairs.
The few strands of joy that Shen Yuguan just jumped up disappeared without a trace along with Song Qing's figure.
He pulled the corners of his lips bitterly, and rubbed his wet hair stiffly.
He knew that Song Qing was bothering him, and after saying those words, he should be conscious and disappear in Song Qing's world.
He came this time, in fact, he just wanted to see him.
When it's over, he should go too.
Shen Yuguan stacked the towels neatly, placed them on the table, and stepped back into the rain curtain.
After not taking two steps, a hand suddenly grabbed him, and angry words followed, "Why are you crazy?"
Song Qing broke into the rain together, still carrying the household medicine kit in her hand, her eyes were full of anger.
"Picking a gland, did you remove your brain? How old are you, and you are still playing tricks, grandpa is getting old, do you want him to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man?" Song Qing trembled. , Scolding, even so, it can't dispel his anger when he sees Shen Yuguan ruining his body.
His head was already in severe pain, and Shen Yuguan was simply a good hand to add fuel to the fire. As soon as he finished speaking, a tingling sensation like a needle prick poured into his brain, and tears flowed down physiologically.
He is really looking for trouble, Shen Yuguan is looking for death, why is he angry.
Shen Yuguan smiled wryly, "I didn't use bitter tricks."
But he was dragged back by Song Qing honestly.
Song Qing was too lazy to listen to Shen Yuguan's explanation, and pointed to the sofa impatiently, "Sit there."
Shen Yuguan sat down obediently, her wet hair stuck to her forehead, covering most of her brows and eyes, looking a little pitiful.
When he saw the aluminum box with a red cross painted on it, he couldn't help but look forward to it, and asked, "Did you go find the medicine box just now?" It wasn't that he didn't want to see him.
Song Qing's expression changed again and again, and he said coldly, "I'm afraid that if you die in Chunling, grandpa will be sad, so don't think too much about it."
Shen Yu nodded, "I know."
Song Qing pretended not to see the corner of his upturned mouth, and pressed it to Shen Yuguan's neck, "I'll change the gauze for you, after changing it—"
Shen Yuguan didn't wait for Song Qing to finish speaking, and then said, "I'll leave after the exchange."
Song Qing's hands froze, and then hummed.
Yes, quite consciously.
While Song Qing tore off the gauze, Shen Yuguan groaned in pain. The wound under the gauze could not be described as bloody and bloody. The flesh at the seam's mouth was soaked by rain and turned gray, like a pile of rotten flesh. The flesh is attached to the body, hideous and terrifying.
Shen Yuguan turned his head slightly, just in time to see Song Qing's complex expression, he couldn't help but want to reach out to cover the wound, "Ugly, don't look at it."
"It's pretty ugly." Song Qing answered smoothly, took out the medicine from the medicine box, re-sterilized the wound, and finally wrapped gauze around his neck again and again.
The neck was wrapped in gauze and it was difficult to turn. Shen Yu took a look at Song Qing and said in a low voice, "I cut my glands, I didn't kill myself by wiping my neck."
Song Qing: "Is there a difference?"
"Yes," Shen Yu Guan smiled: "I can still see you after having my glands cut, but I can't if I commit suicide. I don't want to part with it."
Song Qing said again, "Has anyone ever told you that you are a rascal?"
"No," Shen Yuguan honestly took a sip of the ginger tea Lianyan poured for him before, his eyes fixed on the table, and he murmured softly, "I'm only rascal to you."
Feeling weak at the feet, Shen Yuguan looked down, bent down to pick up the potted plant, and then found a corner out of the wind, and hid it safely. His palms were stained with a lot of mud, and there was no trace of a faucet anywhere. Then he caught the rain, pulled out a towel and wiped it clean finger by finger.
He stood in the drizzle, his lips were tightly pursed, and the water dripped from his forehead. He didn't know whether it was sweat or rain. The crevices of his fingers had been wiped clean, but he was still holding on to the towel and kept repeating the action of wiping.
He clearly had thousands of words in his heart and wanted to tell Song Qing, but when he really saw Song Qing, the sentence I don't want to see him easily turned these words into foul breath, and he couldn't vomit in his chest .
Song Qing paused in the middle of the stairs, not going up or down. He watched Shen Yuguan go out with potted plants and never came back. His slender figure was obscured by the drizzle. The distance between them was not too far, Song Qing could clearly understand Suddenly, he saw that the gauze around Shen Yuguan's neck had been soaked by the rain, and the blood was winding down along the rain, which was particularly eye-catching on the plain white shirt.
madman.Song Qing gritted her teeth in her heart and spat, she didn't care about her body, she expected someone to care.
He won't anyway.
Song Qing made up her mind to ignore Shen Yuguan's tricks.
Three minutes later, Song Qing frowned, took out the umbrella with a thin layer of dust from the cabinet, and held it over Shen Yuguan's head.
Song Qing's usually gentle voice was slightly harsh at this time, "Do you want to die in the rain?"
Shen Yuguan became nervous when he heard his hoarse voice, "Are you sick?"
Song Qing hummed, and moved the umbrella a little in the direction of Shen Yuguan, "Come in first."
It was raining outside, Song Qing was naturally embarrassed to drive people out, especially Shen Yuguan was still looking weak.
They both returned to the house under the umbrella, Song Qing took an unopened towel without saying a word, threw it into Shen Yuguan's arms, turned and went upstairs.
The few strands of joy that Shen Yuguan just jumped up disappeared without a trace along with Song Qing's figure.
He pulled the corners of his lips bitterly, and rubbed his wet hair stiffly.
He knew that Song Qing was bothering him, and after saying those words, he should be conscious and disappear in Song Qing's world.
He came this time, in fact, he just wanted to see him.
When it's over, he should go too.
Shen Yuguan stacked the towels neatly, placed them on the table, and stepped back into the rain curtain.
After not taking two steps, a hand suddenly grabbed him, and angry words followed, "Why are you crazy?"
Song Qing broke into the rain together, still carrying the household medicine kit in her hand, her eyes were full of anger.
"Picking a gland, did you remove your brain? How old are you, and you are still playing tricks, grandpa is getting old, do you want him to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man?" Song Qing trembled. , Scolding, even so, it can't dispel his anger when he sees Shen Yuguan ruining his body.
His head was already in severe pain, and Shen Yuguan was simply a good hand to add fuel to the fire. As soon as he finished speaking, a tingling sensation like a needle prick poured into his brain, and tears flowed down physiologically.
He is really looking for trouble, Shen Yuguan is looking for death, why is he angry.
Shen Yuguan smiled wryly, "I didn't use bitter tricks."
But he was dragged back by Song Qing honestly.
Song Qing was too lazy to listen to Shen Yuguan's explanation, and pointed to the sofa impatiently, "Sit there."
Shen Yuguan sat down obediently, her wet hair stuck to her forehead, covering most of her brows and eyes, looking a little pitiful.
When he saw the aluminum box with a red cross painted on it, he couldn't help but look forward to it, and asked, "Did you go find the medicine box just now?" It wasn't that he didn't want to see him.
Song Qing's expression changed again and again, and he said coldly, "I'm afraid that if you die in Chunling, grandpa will be sad, so don't think too much about it."
Shen Yu nodded, "I know."
Song Qing pretended not to see the corner of his upturned mouth, and pressed it to Shen Yuguan's neck, "I'll change the gauze for you, after changing it—"
Shen Yuguan didn't wait for Song Qing to finish speaking, and then said, "I'll leave after the exchange."
Song Qing's hands froze, and then hummed.
Yes, quite consciously.
While Song Qing tore off the gauze, Shen Yuguan groaned in pain. The wound under the gauze could not be described as bloody and bloody. The flesh at the seam's mouth was soaked by rain and turned gray, like a pile of rotten flesh. The flesh is attached to the body, hideous and terrifying.
Shen Yuguan turned his head slightly, just in time to see Song Qing's complex expression, he couldn't help but want to reach out to cover the wound, "Ugly, don't look at it."
"It's pretty ugly." Song Qing answered smoothly, took out the medicine from the medicine box, re-sterilized the wound, and finally wrapped gauze around his neck again and again.
The neck was wrapped in gauze and it was difficult to turn. Shen Yu took a look at Song Qing and said in a low voice, "I cut my glands, I didn't kill myself by wiping my neck."
Song Qing: "Is there a difference?"
"Yes," Shen Yu Guan smiled: "I can still see you after having my glands cut, but I can't if I commit suicide. I don't want to part with it."
Song Qing said again, "Has anyone ever told you that you are a rascal?"
"No," Shen Yuguan honestly took a sip of the ginger tea Lianyan poured for him before, his eyes fixed on the table, and he murmured softly, "I'm only rascal to you."
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