They are not divorced today

After all, Song Xinyan didn't mention Liu Zeyu a word to Qin Mulang. They didn't spend much time together, so there was no need to cause trouble for both of them.

It was already 45:[-] in the evening when I got home after watching the movie.

Song Xinyan slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move, half-closed her eyes and let herself go.

Qin Mulang took a shower as soon as he came back. He didn't see Song Xinyan in the room, so he knew he was still slumped on the sofa in the hall.

He stood beside the sofa, squatted with his head down, and gently stroked his chin with his fingers: "You can't go to bed without taking a shower."

Song Xinyan hummed, but her body didn't move: "I'm taking a shower."

Qin Mulang: "Your soul is being washed, isn't it?"

Song Xinyan: "Qin Mulang also knows me."

Qin Mulang: "Don't make trouble, your body smells like sweat."

Song Xinyan: "Are you despising me?"

Qin Mulang: "Well, I hate it."

Song Xinyan: "Then I'll sleep in the study."

Qin Mulang: "No."

In the next second, Song Xinyan was carried into the bathroom by Qin Mulang, but in the end she did not escape the fate of taking a bath.

After taking a shower, I was much more awake.

Qin Mulang sat on the bed and waited for Song Xinyan, and he put the phone aside.

Song Xinyan sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on his lap, and faced him half sideways.

Qin Mulang quickly kissed him on the lips, his eyes met Song Xinyan's.

"I'm going to have dinner with my parents tomorrow night."

Song Xinyan wiped her hair casually, and threw the towel aside: "Yes."

Qin Mulang's parents have always treated his marriage partner Song Xinyan indifferently. After three years of marriage, the number of times he and Qin Mulang went back can be counted on five fingers.

For this reason, Qin Mulang felt very guilty: "I'm sorry." Song Xinyan didn't really want to deal with the elders, and he didn't force it.

Song Xinyan said: "Why do you have to apologize? Everyone has their own ideas and preferences. If you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it."

Qin Mulang had no way to explain, so he could only kiss the corner of Song Xinyan's mouth again: "Our Xinyan has a big heart."

Song Xinyan poked his forehead with his index finger: "Then you don't understand me, my mind is smaller than the tip of a needle."

Qin Mulang smiled lightly and leaned back on the bed, Song Xinyan rested her forehead on his shoulder, bowed her head, unable to see her expression.

Qin Mulang put his arm around his shoulders, pinched his neck gently, enjoying this rare tranquility.

After a long time, Song Xinyan fell asleep on Qin Mulang's chest.

Qin Mulang inserted his fingers into his hair, which was still a little wet. He gently stroked his hair with his fingers, and put his other hand around Song Xinyan, telling him to continue sleeping in this position, and move his position when his hair dries.

Short hair dries fast.

Qin Mulang kissed his hair before gently putting Song Xinyan back on the bed.

Song Xinyan hummed, expressing her dissatisfaction with the change in her sleeping position.

Qin Mulang whispered in his ear, "Go to sleep, I'll turn off the lights."

Song Xinyan fell asleep on his side again, Qin Mulang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head to kiss his fair face.

At this time, the screen of Qin Mulang's mobile phone lit up, and a message was displayed on the screen.

Liu Zeyu: Brother Lang, are you asleep?

Qin Mulang didn't look at it, but turned the phone over and put it on the bedside table.

He got into bed and fell asleep holding Song Xinyan's hand.

Song Xinyan sleeps until [-]:[-] in the morning. The curtains in their bedroom are always drawn before going to bed, and she only knows the time by looking at her mobile phone.

Qin Mulang was still sleeping, Song Xinyan rubbed her eyes, and turned her head to look at the sleeping beauty next to her ear.

The unmanaged hair was a little loose, and Qin Mulang was the most defenseless at this time.

Qin Mulang is very handsome, with deep facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose, and sexy lips. No matter which school this person goes to, he can fascinate many men and women.Song Xinyan stared at him intently, and quickly pulled back Piaoyuan's thoughts.

After all, Song Xinyan quietly got up, washed her face, brushed her teeth and shaved off the few stubbles.

Qin Mulang still slept in the same posture as before, while Song Xinyan knelt on the bed with one knee, lowered her head and kissed him on the cheek, and then went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

Half an hour later, the man who was still on the bed just now appeared on the dining table refreshed, with a glass of water in front of him, and was leisurely paddling his iPad to watch the news.

The two had a very simple Chinese breakfast, Song Xinyan cooked and Qin Mulang washed the dishes.

Song Xinyan wiped the table clean and walked into the kitchen. A tall man in casual clothes was standing by the sink, which was indescribably touching.

Song Xinyan leaned aside and said, "Are you coming back after dinner?"

Qin Mulang replied to him: "I'll come back if there's nothing else, as long as my dad doesn't suddenly drink with me. What are your plans for today?"

Song Xinyan shook her head: "Stay at home."

Qin Mulang: "Then I'll try to come back as soon as possible to accompany you."

Song Xinyan gave him a slight smile: "Okay, accompany me to the supermarket first, the refrigerator is already empty."

Qin Mulang: "Okay."

While Qin Mulang was washing the dishes, Song Xinyan walked around the house again, counting the daily necessities that needed to be bought.

Toilet paper needs to be bought, dish soap needs to be bought, their electric toothbrush heads need to be replaced, and two more towels need to be bought.

Every time they come to the supermarket, they are very purposeful. They take the items they need and leave. There are many people on weekends, and some parents bring their children out to visit the supermarket, which is a bit crowded.

Both Song Xinyan and Qin Mulang didn't like crowded places, so they bought everything on the list and went straight to the cashier.

When queuing up at the checkout counter, Song Xinyan asked Qin Mulang: "Think about what else you want to buy, there are so many people, I don't want to come here again these two days."

Just after I finished speaking, there was a child sitting on a stroller in front of me, yelling and clamoring for his mother to buy toys.

Qin Mulang reached out to the shelf next to him and swept down two boxes of "ultra-thin", sticking it to his ear and saying, "This one is gone."

Song Xinyan's ears warmed up, she turned her face and said in a low voice, "Annoying."

Qin Mulang smiled lowly and said, "You don't need to be bothered when you use it."

Song Xinyan covered his mouth: "Hey, shut up." Qin Mulang licked his palm, Song Xinyan gave him a glare and retracted his palm: "Dirty."

Qin Mulang said, "I've never licked your whole body, it's not dirty."

Song Xinyan's ears became more and more red, and she said, "Qin Murang!" It was not serious at all.

Qin Mulang had no choice but to shut up and stop teasing him, put his hand lightly on his waist, and pushed him two steps forward: "I was wrong, pay, pay." Song Xinyan has a thin skin, but he has a thick skin.

The two of them drove over and stuffed most of their shopping in the back seat, which didn't bother them at all.

It was already noon when they got home, and the two decided to go home and cook.The two work together in a division of labor. Song Xinyan washes rice, cooks rice, and vegetables, while Qin Mulang is the chef and cooks. Song Xinyan always praises him, saying that the dishes he cooks are better than her own. As long as he cooks, he can eat an extra bowl every time. For this, Qin Mulang felt very satisfied and proud, especially with a sense of accomplishment.

The whole morning is full of schedules, and I don't have time to look at my phone.

After the meal, the fruit was also finished, Song Xinyan and Qin Mulang leaned together and chatted.

Chatting and chatting, Qin Mulang's hands were already fidgeting very restlessly, probably because of the so-called satiety and lust.

Song Xinyan put her hand on his chest: "We just... the night before yesterday..."

Qin Mulang pursed his lips and said, "You said it was the night before yesterday, not last night." After speaking, he bit his lips.

Song Xinyan: "..." He was thrown on the sofa and had no chance to struggle.

Of course, he just twisted symbolically.

When Song Xinyan took a nap, Qin Mulang had already gone out, and there was a message from him on WeChat.

Qin Mulang: I'm going back to my parents' place. If I don't want to cook at night, I can order takeaway, but don't eat too greasy.

Song Xinyan smiled, and replied: Got it, I just woke up.

Qin Mulang didn't reply to him, maybe he was driving and didn't notice.

Lying on the bed and closing his eyes, trying to wake up again, suddenly, the phone rang.

My friend Gao Yunshu called.

Gao Yunshu asked him: "Old Song, what are you doing?"

Song Xinyan yawned: "Take a nap, just woke up."

Gao Yunshu: "Qin Mulang isn't at home?"

Song Xinyan: "Go back to his house."

Gao Yunshu: "Then you have to stay in the boudoir tonight."

Song Xinyan: "He said he would be back at night."

Gao Yunshu was silent for a second suddenly: "Are you sure?"

Song Xinyan replied frankly: "Not sure."

Gao Yunshu could hear the change in his tone: "It's been a long time since I saw you, just come out for dinner tonight, just the two of us."

Song Xinyan said: "Okay, I'll go out after changing clothes."

Gao Yunshu is Song Xinyan's friend who has known him for many years, and he knows everything.

They made an appointment at a hot pot restaurant, chatting while eating, it is the best place for meeting friends.

The two came early, and the seats in the store were not full, so they could choose a quieter place.

Gao Yunshu arrived earlier than Song Xinyan. Unlike Qin Mulang, Gao Yunshu looked a little gloomy, and looked a little serious when he wasn't smiling.

Song Xinyan took off her coat and said to him, "It's rare that you are free. I was on the phone just now, so I didn't finish talking."

Facing a friend who knew everything about her, Song Xinyan's face showed no fascination with Qin Mulang, nor did she have that kind of gentleness that made people feel particularly comfortable at first glance.Now his face has never shown a slight sense of alienation and indifference in front of Qin Mulang. This is the Song Xinyan Gao Yunshu is familiar with.

Gao Yunshu knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to Song Xinyan. Song Xinyan took it, and skillfully picked up the other party's lighter, and started to smoke it.

"Well, it's not finished, I guess you can guess it."

"Qin Mulang went home for dinner today, so Liu Zeyu also just happened to visit his house." Song Xinyan said calmly, without any anger on his face, as if he felt normal: "How do you know?"

Gao Yunshu: "You still remember that there is a roommate named Xi Yang in our class."

Song Xinyan laughed at herself: "I met yesterday, he should work with Liu Zeyu now, Liu Zeyu opened a new company, and he is still my client."

Gao Yunshu and Liu Zeyu are in the same class at university, they are classmates.

He said: "Damn, what a coincidence, we had dinner with some roommates at noon, and Xi Yang casually mentioned Liu Zeyu."

Song Xinyan understood after hearing what he said.

With a smile on his face, he said: "He is really determined to get Qin Mulang back."

Gao Yunshu poured him a glass of beer: "Isn't it exciting?"

Song Xinyan clinked glasses with him, killed him in one gulp, and said, "Exciting, of course exciting."

Gao Yunshu asked him: "Then what is Qin Mulang's attitude now?"

Song Xinyan paused with the hand that put the glass, and then began to pour wine down his throat. He felt that the beer was not interesting enough, so he ordered a bottle of white wine directly.

Seeing his friend drinking high-strength alcohol with no expression on his face, Gao Yunshu had to remind him: "Drink so much, you'll be ruined when you go back at night."

Song Xinyan said with clear eyes, "No, he won't go home tonight." He knew that Qin Mulang still had Liu Zeyu in his heart.

At the same time, facing Qin Mulang who was mentioned, sat Liu Zeyu who was a guest at his home, and his family.