Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Shen Yuguan closed his eyes, his mouth was more bitter than eating Huanglian.

"I'm sorry." Apart from this sentence, Shen Yuguan didn't know what else to say.

Song Qing smiled, "There is nothing to be sorry about, this is the path I chose."

Shen Yuguan: "Do you regret it?"

Song Qing glanced at Shen Yuguan amusedly and curiously, "What do you regret?"

Shen Yuguan tightened his lips, and said after a while, "I regret knowing me."

If Song Qing had never met him, he might have married a gentle alpha, or a beta like Xu Che, and had a child as cute as Yan Yan, instead of being bruised and bruised like now.

He is Song Qing's Pandora's Box.

Song Qing shook her head, and Huang Gelan shook her ear, "I don't regret it."

This answer did not make Shen Yuguan happy, but made him even more uncomfortable, "Why..."

Song Qing walked down the road with her head down, her voice was flat, and she couldn't hear any extra emotion, "I chose the road myself, and I will choose the same road again, so there is nothing to regret."

"What about you?" Song Qing was suddenly a little curious, what about Shenyu Temple?Does he regret it?

Shen Yuguan was silent for a long time, Song Qing almost thought that he could not wait for his answer, so Shen Yuguan spoke.

"regret."

Song Qing was dumbfounded.

Shen Yu said, "If you can, it's better not to meet me, and you won't have any contact with me for the rest of your life."

He would rather Song Qing don't know him, don't fall in love with him, the road he chose is too bitter, his Song Qing should live well, flamboyantly like a little leopard, galloping on the grassland that belongs to him, instead of being caught by him Love bent over and became a pet kept in a cage.

Song Qing nodded.

They walked side by side all the way, but it seemed that the silence switch was turned on, and no one spoke again.

After the Holy Mu Festival, Shen Yuguan returned to Shuangcheng.

The reexamination results after the glands were removed were neither good nor bad, Shen Yuguan didn't take it to heart.

After returning to the office, he finished signing some documents that must be handled by him, and there was a dinner party that he had to attend in the evening. After the dinner party, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and Shen Yuguan hurried back to Chunling.

The whole process took less than a day, even the toughest person couldn't stand the toil, not to mention that Shenyu Temple is still a patient.

Sure enough, when he returned to the old building, Shen Yuguan fell ill.

At three o'clock in the morning, Song Qing had just fallen asleep when the doorbell at the bottom of the building rang non-stop, waking him up abruptly.

He put on his slippers, wrapped a coat casually, and hurried downstairs.

Opening the door, it was Shen Yuguan's newly hired butler, a middle-aged woman who was so enthusiastic that Song Qing couldn't stand it.

The middle-aged woman bowed her knees and said, "Mr. Shen is sick and clamored to see you. I have no choice but to disturb you so late."

"What's wrong with him?" Song Qing's confused mind was blown by the cold wind, and he was instantly sober.

The middle-aged woman panicked and said, "I don't know, I got sick after going out for a while, and my whole body was scorching hot, and it looked very serious."

The middle-aged woman pressed her hard, and Song Qing was a little worried that something might happen to Shen Yuguan, so she followed the middle-aged woman to the old building, "Did you call 120?"

The middle-aged woman slapped herself on the head, "Hey, not yet, look at my brain!"

Song Qing stopped the middle-aged woman's movements, and said in a gentle voice, "Then fight now."

The middle-aged woman said awkwardly, "I didn't take the phone..."

Song Qing was in a hurry to go downstairs, so naturally she didn't take it with her.

"Then you go to see Mr., and I'll make a phone call. Mr.'s room is on the second floor, the last one." The middle-aged woman left these words, ran quickly with oil on her feet, and disappeared in Song Qing's room in a short while. in sight.

"I—" Song Qing was thrown in the living room in a daze.

He had no choice but to go to the last room on the second floor as the middle-aged woman said.

The mahogany door was decorated with delicate patterns, Song Qing hesitantly stretched out his hand to push it.

Before he could use any force, the door was pushed open, and the cold wind whizzed past his face, with a faint smell of alcohol in it.

The veil-like moonlight shredded the clouds and scattered them into the room, covering Shen Yuguan who was lying on the bed panting in a low voice.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Qing asked softly, moving her feet slightly inside.

As soon as he walked to Shen Yuguan's bed, the door was slammed shut by the wind, with a loud bang.

Shen Yuguan was also awakened by this movement. Suddenly there was a figure in front of the bed. He took a closer look and called out uncertainly, "Song...Qing...?"

"...Well, it's me." Song Qing felt that he was being fooled by the middle-aged woman again.

Shen Yuguan looked sick, but it wasn't as serious as she said.

Why are you still yelling to see him.

Shen Yuguan muttered a few words in a low voice, but before Song Qing heard it clearly, she was caught off guard by Shen Yuguan's hand and fell into the bed.

The bed was as soft as if it had been padded with ten layers of cotton. Shen Yu's eyes were dimmed, and she hugged Song Qing affectionately, with her head burrowing into Song Qing's arms.

It was just a faint smell of alcohol before, but after Shen Yuguan posted it, he could clearly smell the strong smell of alcohol on Shen Yuguan's body, wrapping him like an invisible gauze.

Song Qing let out a muffled snort, and a person who weighed more than 100 jin pressed up regardless, it was really uncomfortable.

Song Qing's hands were crushed tightly, and she could only shout with her mouth, "Let me go."

"Don't let go." Shen Yuguan reeked of alcohol, his voice hoarse.

Song Qing said helplessly, "You are so heavy."

"It's not heavy," Shen Yuguan retorted, turning his head up to sniff Song Qing's neck, and said in a low voice, "Headache."

"Did you take medicine?"

Shen Yuguan: "I don't want to move."

Song Qing struggled a few times, and found that even the sick Shen Yuguan was surprisingly strong, "Let go of me, I'll get you the medicine."

Shen Yuguan pursed her lips tightly, hugged Song Qing stubbornly, and didn't reply, fear was hidden in her alcohol-smelling eyes.

There was no movement for a long time, Song Qing tentatively asked, "Fell asleep?"

After a long while, Shen Yu noticed the movement, and carefully rubbed his lips against Song Qing's chin.

Song Qing panicked and yelled in extreme panic, "Shen Yuguan, don't act recklessly!"

Shen Yuguan stood up and looked at Song Qing, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Then let me go." Song Qing regretted why she had to be soft-hearted at this moment.

Shen Yuguan's eyes were black and shiny in the night, "You let me kiss, and I will relax."

Song Qing swallowed nervously, he was afraid that Shen Yuguan would not be able to control himself, he closed his eyes tremblingly, and said, "If you kiss me, let me go!"

Song Qing waited anxiously for a long while, only waiting for Shen Yuguan's chuckle.

"You in my dream today are so cute." Shen Yuguan let go of the shackles, lay down on one side exhaustedly, and murmured, "I won't kiss you today, save it for tomorrow, you come tomorrow, don't cry anymore gone."

[The author has something to say]: Shen Zha: I want to make out with my wife, but my wife cries when she sees me, feeling wronged and miserable.

[Thanks to Yan Yan for not being strict, Ran Ren, Lang Bingjie, deer684 for the reward~]