Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Shen Yuguan didn't return until the next day, Song Qing got used to it and didn't take it to heart, not to mention that the two of them were going to divorce soon.

He went out to buy sacrifices, and now there are so many kinds of sacrifices, there are still clothes for sale. The small and exquisite half-arm-length clothes seem to be worn by dolls. He was picky and couldn't help buying a few more sets, including one Cute little skirt with delicate lace trim.

While packing up the offerings, he knocked off a pair of golden paper locks, picked them up, and carefully stacked them on top.

This golden paper lock triggered a certain memory of Song Qing. He suddenly remembered that he once bought a long-lived lock, and it was still in the wedding room between him and Shen Yuguan. Since the child was gone, he moved out from there. , never went back once.

Just like now, he wanted to get back the longevity lock, but he would rather ask the housekeeper to find it for him than step into that house again.

"Ma'am, I've searched everything you mentioned, but I still can't find it." No one in the entire Shen family knew that he and Shen Yuguan were going to divorce, and the housekeeper still called his wife.

After all, it was put away several years ago, and Song Qing couldn't remember exactly where it was put. I reported four or five places, but the housekeeper said he couldn't find it. Song Qing was really embarrassed to bother him.

"I'll come back and look for it myself." Song Qing thanked her and hung up the phone, put on a sweater, hailed the car and went out.

The two places were far apart, and they drove for more than 40 minutes. When Song Qing arrived, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and Shenyu Temple would have to come back later.

The wedding room is only a few minutes away from Shen Yuguan's workplace, so Shen Yuguan lives here most of the time.

The villa is built near the city center, enclosing a large area of ​​tranquility, surrounded by fine greenery, each house is very far apart, built like a small garden, rockery is patchwork, flowing springs draw clear rhyme, green bamboos clear the breeze, It is a place where every inch of land is expensive.

But Song Qing was in it, and he could only smell the bloody smell coming from his body, from all directions, and it was overwhelming, trying to drown him.

"Ma'am, what's the matter?" the housekeeper asked warmly as he saw Song Qing standing at the door with repulsion on his brows.

"No," Song Qing came back to her senses and walked straight in.

The house hasn't changed much, only the wedding photo hanging in the center of the living room is missing. Seeing Song Qing staring at it, the housekeeper immediately explained, "The frame of the wedding photo is a little loose, and I sent it to be repaired."

When Song Qing heard that there was no reply, she smiled warmly, as if she didn't care much.

He just let the housekeeper do his own work, and walked to the second floor familiarly.

Pushing open the door, the fragrance wafted in. A bunch of yellow lilies were placed in the vase by the bed, so delicate and beautiful.

This is his favorite flower, unexpectedly the butler still remembers it.

The room looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time, and the book on the bedside table was probably the one he had read before.

He turned over several places, but he didn't find the Longevity Lock, but he found a lot of gadgets.

The pair of rings, ties, cufflinks, and other scattered items were all bought by him for Shen Yu to see, and without exception, they were all left to him in silence.

These things caught Song Qing's eyes, and the dust on them seemed to fly away, piercing straight into his eyes.

He wanted to find a book box to put away these odds and ends and let the housekeeper handle it, but there was no such thing in his room. He thought that there should be a lot of extra book boxes in Shen Yuguan's study, so he walked towards the study.

Shen Yuguan's study room is full of idle books. Shen Yuguan does not work in the study room on weekdays, so he can enter and exit the study room without hindrance. When he walked in, he saw several book boxes placed on the desk. He picked one up and accidentally I caught a glimpse of a thin sheet of paper and an airline ticket, pressed under half an inkstone.

The ticket was issued a few days ago, and the boarder's name was not Shen Yuguan, but someone Song Qing had never seen before. The edge of the thin paper was yellowed, and it looked old.

The number of words is few, but there are many meanings. It is a love poem, telling the heartfelt, lingering obsession.

The signer, Bai Yun, was the same as the one on the boarding pass, with the word Yu Guan written on the head, without a surname, implying a different kind of intimacy.

A thin piece of paper seemed to weigh a thousand catties, Song Qing instinctively restrained his hands, and he hurriedly put the paper back without stopping for a moment.

He picked up the box, retreated with a guilty conscience, and returned to the room filled with the fragrance of yellow lilies. He was relieved, but he couldn't help guessing that Bai Jun, the owner of the love poem, was that person.

He once wrote it too, but it ended up in a trash can, and that page was pressed under the inkstone. Although he didn't pay much attention to it, it made Song Qing's heart sink even deeper.

As far as he knew, Shen Yuguan only had one first love, and they dated for a year, but for some reason, the two broke up, and that person left the country, and there was no further news.

What was that first love called...

It seems that the surname is Bai...

Song Qing frowned indescribably, and murmured, "We're about to get divorced, and there's a white moonlight?"

This white moonlight is quite coincidental.

No matter how bloody the words are, I wouldn't be able to write like this.

He threw away more weird thoughts in his mind, concentrated on finding the Longevity Lock, and finally found it in the mezzanine under the closet. There was also a diamond ring lying in the mezzanine.

The diamond ring shone with silver light. He couldn't help picking it up and putting it on his ring finger. It fit perfectly, but he pulled it off in an instant and put it into his pocket together with the longevity lock.

The ring was his and Shen Yuguan's wedding ring, and after Shen Yuguan stopped wearing it, he also put it away, after all, it would be too embarrassing to wear such a thing alone.

The thing was found, and Song Qing didn't plan to stay for a long time, so he handed the box to the housekeeper. He glanced at the vacant living room wall, thinking that it would be nice to keep a souvenir, "Mr. Well, I'll send you the address when the time comes." The butler is in his fifties, he treats him politely, and he can be regarded as half an elder, and Song Qing is used to saying honorifics when talking to him.

When the maid saw that Song Qing was about to leave, the door was pulled open from the outside before the hand that pushed the door fell on the handle.

Shen Yu watched the tall figure slowly approaching from behind the door, he unbuttoned his coat and handed it to the maid, his gaze met Song Qing, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

He hasn't seen Song Qing here for a long time.

Song Qing also froze for a moment, then couldn't help but look behind him a few times, there was no one behind him.

Fortunately, there was no one, otherwise Song Qing would run away fearing that she would be worthless.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually solidified. Song Qing said hello first, "Is the sir just off work?"

Shen Yuguan, "Yes."

"I'll come back to get something," Song Qing took out the longevity lock and explained his purpose.

Shen Yu nodded, turned around and walked to the second floor, not wanting to talk to Song Qing any more.

Seeing this, Song Qing raised her legs and walked outside, "Song Qing," he was stopped before he could take two steps, "What's wrong, sir?"

Shen Yuguan said condescendingly, "The lawyer has finished the divorce agreement. Since you are here, let's take it together."

The divorce agreement was like a thunderbolt, exploding on the ground and sparking, the housekeeper opened his mouth in surprise and looked at Song Qing, but Song Qing seemed to be a normal person, following Shen Yuguan step by step, and disappeared from his sight.

The housekeeper had been through the storm, lost his mind for a while, and then returned to normal, but he felt emotional in his heart. Song Qing was in a daze, and his dying appearance was still in front of his eyes. In the blink of an eye, it has been four years. Four years ago, Song Qing had never divorced. But I don't know why they are getting divorced.