Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

"...crying?" Song Qing asked with a slightly hoarse voice.

Shen Yuguan was so exhausted that he didn't even raise his eyelids happily, only one arm was stubbornly placed between Song Qing's belly, for fear that he would run away.

Shen Yu hummed, and moved towards Song Qing's direction, spraying hot breath on the side of Song Qing's face, "Sleep."

After the words fell, Shen Yuguan really fell asleep like a robot that had run out of battery.

Song Qing's ears were breathing evenly and steadily, he moved his head cautiously, and looked sideways at Shen Yuguan.

Perhaps due to a cold and drunkenness, Shen Yuguan fell into a deep sleep, her slender eyelashes fell neatly on her eyes, her cheeks were smudged red by the smell of alcohol, and the fake smile that was usually on her lips also slack off work, looking downright It's really like Sleeping Beauty, but it's a pity that Sleeping Beauty's brows are tightly frowned, and she looks like she is suffering and hating.

Song Qing took a low breath, looked at it for a long while, then stretched out her hands to caress Shen Yuguan's eyebrows in a sudden and mysterious way, as if wanting to soothe him again and again.

The cold wind whizzed through the hall, suddenly awakening Song Qing, he trembled, withdrew his hand guiltily, moved Shen Yuguan's arm that was pressing on him, and got out of bed silently.

The moonlight was covered by remnant clouds, and the last ray of light in the room disappeared, leaving only darkness. Song Qing didn't bring her mobile phone, so she could only walk out by groping.

He caressed the table beside the bed, and accidentally touched a cold object, and a flash of light exploded in front of his eyes in an instant.

It was Shen Yuguan's mobile phone. He picked up the mobile phone lightly and was about to press the power off button, but saw a wallpaper.

It looks like an unremarkable photo, just the shadows of two people cuddling together.

The cold object in his hand instantly turned into a hot potato because of this wallpaper, which made Song Qing's heart flutter. His eyes wandered, and he directly turned the phone upside down on the table, and the only light in the room disappeared.

In the silent space, Song Qing could clearly hear the sonorous and powerful beating in her chest.

When Song Qing walked downstairs, a middle-aged woman was standing in the living room holding a pot of hot tea.

The panic of the middle-aged woman was replaced by a smile, "Mr. Song, would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you." Although the middle-aged woman fooled him again and again, he couldn't raise his guard. Song Qing felt that this was due to the middle-aged woman's natural benevolent face.

The middle-aged woman put away the teapot and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you tonight."

Song Qing responded with this sentence of thanks, raised his legs and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and glanced at the middle-aged woman with deep eyes, "Is it his idea?"

The middle-aged woman seemed to be waiting for Song Qing to ask her, but she shook her head without any hesitation, "It's mine."

Song Qing was very puzzled, as a housekeeper, why did she need to do this, "Why?"

The middle-aged woman said, "Mr. Shen looks a bit pitiful."

Pitiful?When can this word be used on Shen Yuguan?

"Mr. often sits there," the middle-aged woman pointed to the open balcony on the second floor. "He stays for a whole day. He has just had an operation, and he should be bedridden to recuperate. I persuaded him several times, but Mr. didn't respond. At first I I also don't understand why Mr. Si is sitting there, but after you came, I understood."

Song Qing looked along her hand and found that the position was facing his room, but because it was sideways, if he didn't stand by the window, he couldn't see it at all, but standing there, he could easily see it. The situation in the house.

Song Qing didn't mean to interrupt her, so she continued to babble, "I'm a clumsy person, I can't tell what it's like, but I feel that my husband is like a living dead most of the time, neither crying nor laughing, and never uttering a word when it hurts One sound.

But as long as you meet Mr. Song, Mr. Song will come back to life, laughing, crying and feeling uncomfortable.

When my husband came back today, he stood in front of your house for more than an hour. I think he wanted to find you, but he didn't dare.

It looks so pitiful, that's why I disturbed you in the middle of the night, I hope you don't blame me. "

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she got up to pack the tea set and left the living room.

Song Qing stood on the edge of the living room for a long time, until his feet were cold, he came back to his senses, tightened his coat, and left the old building.

The street lampposts on the edge of the ancient town were often powered off, and she couldn't see her fingers when she went out. Song Qing sighed and walked carefully along the side of the road. Fortunately, it was only ten meters away, and she arrived at the door within two steps.

He turned to close the door, and suddenly a figure flashed in front of his eyes. When he blinked and looked again, the street was dark and dark, and there was no one there.

He squeezed the door frame tightly and looked out. It was still empty. He heaved a sigh of relief and withdrew his body to close the door.

The moment the door was closed, there was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing outside the door. Song Qing's limbs were instantly cold, and goosebumps fell all over the floor. His fingertips resting on the wooden frame froze. The ground was beating.

After an unknown amount of time, the strange voice outside the door finally stopped. Song Qing swallowed, gave up the idea of ​​opening the door to see, and returned to the room as if fleeing.

Back in the house, his heart was still beating violently, and he fell back on the bed to breathe and relax.

The mobile phone that had been placed on the bedside table suddenly vibrated a few times inappropriately.

Song Qing reached out to grab the phone, and a text message appeared on the paper.

"Got you."

[The author has something to say]: This bloody masterpiece is expected to end in July!

[Thanks to the strange bean Hudou, Ali didn't want to give a reward~]