Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Patchouli is planted in the courtyard of the old building. The oval or oval leaves overlap and cover each other. The strong scent of spices mixed with earthy renovation is blown into the building by the wind, and the clothes of the two people flip.

Shen Yuguan's complexion improved a lot compared to yesterday, but he was still as pale as rice paper, with dead skin on the edges of his lips.

He clenched the cold railing tightly, half of his coat fell off due to his hasty movements, and it was hanging on his shoulders precariously, but he didn't feel the slightest bit, and stared at Song Qing with perfect eyes.

Shen Yuguan twitched his lips twice, and said slowly, "This old building is very beautiful."

The implication is that he didn't buy this house because of Song Qing.

Song Qing looked around, put the pastry in her hand on the table, and echoed, "It's quite beautiful."

Red walls and gray tiles, lush greenery and secluded forests, Song Qing fell in love with this house at first sight, but unfortunately the owner only bought it and not rented it, so he gave up the idea. When he went out, he happened to meet Li Jie who was renting out the house he was living in now. house.

Shen Yuguan said again, "Just after the operation, the doctor advised me to find a quiet place to rest for a while, so I chose this place."

Song Qing smiled: "You don't need to explain so much to me."

Shen Yuguan slowed down, narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm worried that you will feel uncomfortable."

"No," Song Qing felt that Shen Yu was overwhelmed. It's not that the Jade Emperor is in charge of the world, but he still cares about where he lives. He said, "This is your freedom."

Besides, Shen Yuguan's words are really hypocritical. If he really doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, any secluded and peaceful tourist town in Shuangcheng is not enough for him to recuperate, so he has to choose Chunling, which is thousands of miles away from Shuangcheng. And deliberately live next door to him.

Song Qing didn't bother to expose him, the cakes were delivered, and the new neighbors also met, so he should go back naturally.

Shen Yuguan hesitated for a long time, until Song Qing's figure disappeared, he did not say anything to persuade him to stay.

In the next few days, Song Qing didn't go out for half a step, the flower shop was taken care of by a little girl, he usually went to the shop, but he was bored at home, looking for something to kill time, so whether he went or not, the flower shop could operate as usual .

Lian Yan was holding a vegetable basket on her arm, pushing a stroller, looking over Song Qing, who was reclining on the sofa, looking listless, and asked, "Go shopping together?"

She was afraid that Song Qing would be depressed if she was so bored in the room.

Song Qing thought for a moment, thinking that if she didn't go out again, if she had a breath of fresh air, mushrooms might really grow on her head, so she put on a thin coat, took the baby stroller, and walked to the vegetable market with Lian Yan.

The vegetable market is very close, you only need to turn around a deep alley and walk for two to three minutes.

The deep alley is quiet, built between the two sides of the ancient building, it is not exposed to the sun all year round, and the stone slabs are overgrown with moss, even in the midsummer of July and August, the deep alley will emit cold air.

Lian Yan usually doesn't like to walk this alley, she always thinks it's unpredictable, so she would rather take a few more steps, but today the dark clouds cover the sun, it looks like it's going to rain, so she took this dark shortcut .

When I went there, the rain was about to fall, and I didn't feel anything, but when I came back, the rain was pouring down, and the deep alley was shrouded in darkness. Walking among them, you need to be very careful to see the path under your feet.

Halfway through the walk, Song Qing's rope loosened at some point, she tripped unexpectedly, and staggered a few steps forward. Fortunately, the alley was narrow and short, and he quickly supported the wet wall with quick eyesight. was spared.

"Be careful!" Yan Yan's worried voice penetrated through layers of rain curtains, mixed with the sound of rain.

Song Qing said: "It's okay, my shoelaces are untied, you go first, I'll tie them."

He clamped the umbrella with his head, bent over to tie his shoelaces, a gust of wind blew untimely, and the unclamped umbrella was blown away.

The rain drenched Song Qing in an instant, he tied his shoelaces in a hurry, and turned to pick up the umbrella.

The black umbrella rolled several times, hit a fleshy wall, and was forced to stop.

Song Qing's vision was blurred by the heavy rain, he could only vaguely see a muscular man in black and trousers, most of his face was covered by a mask, during the few seconds Song Qing was looking at him, the man violently stomped on Live the umbrella.

Song Qing stepped forward quickly, "I'm sorry, this is my umbrella, I didn't hold it firmly, I'm really sorry."

The man was unmoved.

Song Qing was a little embarrassed, the man was half a head taller than him, and he had to look up to see his face clearly, "Can you move your feet?"

The man remained silent, his hair covered his brows and eyes, but Song Qing could still feel the violent coldness emanating from his whole body.

Song Qing took a few steps back uncomfortably, it was just an umbrella, he didn't want to pay it back.

"Seeing that you haven't opened an umbrella yet, I'll give you this one." After Song Qing finished speaking, she hurriedly turned around and left.

The man didn't catch up, his slanted eyes stared at Song Qing's back as if poisoned.

His thick fleshy lips covered under the mask were slowly raised maliciously.

"Got you."

[The author has something to say]: In the last sentence, I wrote it as if I was writing some kind of suspense novel hahaha, let us ask the dregs to come out to ease the atmosphere.

Shen Yuguan: My wife, I am so scared, that man is so strong and strong, I feel like he slaps me down, I feel like I can cry for a long time.

Song Qing: ...Get lost.