Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Lian Yanming didn't agree on the surface, but she didn't express her refusal either, Song Yan crawled into Shen Yuguan's arms familiarly, nestled on his lap, and played with the doll.

Shen Yuguan had no experience in taking care of children. After Song Yan slipped into his arms, he was at a loss for what to do. He sat on the sofa with his legs stiff, not daring to move a step, and was playing with her plush toys.

Sparse raindrops knocked on the glass window, rustling, and the clumsy father inside the window tried his best to tease the babbling daughter, warm and peaceful.

When Song Qing woke up again, it was already late, and the villain who was beating wantonly in his head was finally tired and calmed down, his limbs were tired and sore, he didn't bother to find someone outside, put on a piece of clothing and went downstairs.

When she reached the stairs, Song Qing's footsteps slowed down, hesitating, and there was a trace of panic.

He looked out of the window, the heavy rain had died down while he was sleeping soundly, and the air mixed with the smell of loess after the rain blew away the last entanglement in his heart.

There is only one small lamp turned on in the living room, and the dim yellow light emanates from the glass cup. The place that is not illuminated by the light is dark and dark, as if there are countless eyes hiding inside to spy, at a glance, it is quite strange in a ghost movie flavor of the scene.

Goosebumps on Song Qing's arms arose, and he hastily turned on the ceiling light.

Lian Yan's figure reclined on the sofa was immediately visible, Song Qing said, "Looking at the phone like this is not good for your eyes."

Lian Yan's ears turned red, she hid her phone, pointed to the dining table and said, "I didn't call you because you were sleeping soundly, the meal is still hot, so hurry up and eat."

Song Qing nodded, took out the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, and sat down to eat at a leisurely pace, but he had a poor appetite, so he picked up two mouthfuls of food randomly, and put down the chopsticks.

Lian Yan: "He's gone." After saying that, she observed Song Qing's expression from the corner of her eye.

Song Qing hummed, and seemed not interested in Shen Yuguan's going or staying.

Lian Yan said again, "Yan Yan seems to like him quite a bit."

Song Yan was like a follower, sticking to Shen Yuguan every step of the way, and it was somewhat delicious to watch.

Song Qing smiled bitterly: "Yes."

Seeing Song Yan's intimacy with Shen Yuguan, he had to lament that blood relationship is indeed a weak but extremely strong chain in the world.

Song Yan is not a familiar child. When strangers see her cute and want to get close to her, she will hide in Song Qing's arms, but it is different when she meets Shen Yu Guan. Shen Yu Guan doesn't need any extra With just one movement, he can easily enter Song Yan's safe range.

Lian Yan's face changed slightly, "He came to Chunling because he wanted to snatch Yanyan away, right?"

Song Qing choked on Lian Yan's sudden turn, "No...not."

"That's good." Lian Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and talked about some daily trivial matters with Song Qing. Song Qing was a little tired, but still listened attentively.

"By the way, we live next door. The pastry I made two days ago, you can take it to the new neighbor tomorrow."

People in the small town come and go, and the changes are very small. The surrounding residents have more or less dealt with each other. Lian Yan knows the truth that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Whenever there are new neighbors, she will make some snacks for Song Qing. sent.

It was a little further away, and even Yan never fell, let alone separated by a wall now.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qing went to visit her new neighbor with a pastry in her hand. Just as she stepped out of the house, her phone vibrated restlessly in her pocket.

Song Qing felt something in her heart, frowned and took out her mobile phone. As expected, it was another text message from an unfamiliar number.

"Did you have fun?"

This same sentence was already the sixth time this month. At first, he thought that someone had made a mistake, but it was still possible to make a mistake once. Six times in a row, no matter how he thought it was wrong.

Song Qing replied to the messages, but without exception, they all disappeared and there was no news. He tried to block, but next time there will be another new number.

Song Qing moved her fingers to pull black and delete, all in one go.

Guess who played a prank, he didn't worry about it, and continued to walk next door.

The age of the old building is probably longer than the combined ages of several Song Qings. The red walls and gray tiles are covered with luxuriant creepers, forming a natural green curtain wall. Luckily, it was just an antique, and there was a doorbell on the side wall, otherwise Song Qing would not be able to hear the sound from inside for fear of knocking the door open.

The screaming of the doorbell was a bit harsh, but fortunately, after a few rings, someone opened the door from the inside.

It was a middle-aged woman in plain clothes who looked about 50 or [-] years old.

Song Qing: "Hello, I live next door, here—"

The middle-aged woman was very enthusiastic. Before Song Qing finished speaking, she hurriedly greeted, "The one next door? Then come in and sit down."

"No, no, no." Song Qing was taken aback by her enthusiasm.

"It's all right! Come on."

Song Qing was caught off guard and pulled in by her. She moved so fast that she could only see a blur in front of her eyes, and in the next second she was in someone's yard.

The middle-aged woman opened the doorway of the living room, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Do not--"

Before the words could be uttered, the middle-aged woman made a decision for him, "Then drink black tea to nourish your stomach."

Song Qing couldn't resist her enthusiasm, so she just wanted to put down the cakes and leave.

"I really don't—"

"Come, come, sit down first, I'll call the young master down." The middle-aged woman poured a cup of tea for Song Qing swiftly, and ran upstairs without touching her feet.

"Master?"

Is the runaway young master who lives next door to him? He just wanted to give a pastry.

Before Song Qing remembered it, the young master in the middle-aged woman's mouth seemed a little anxious, and came out wearing a thin coat, only saying that he was tall and tall, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and several laps of gauze wrapped around his neck.

Song Qing: "..."

Song Qing: "Master Shen's escaped?"

[The author has something to say]: Let us always say: This is a dog blood essay.

Thank you Caterpillar for your reward!