Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 93 You Take Care of Her
After Pei Jingxuan left, Qi Yue walked around the neighborhood again, and she walked home slowly until the sun was setting.

At the beginning of the neon lights, the sky is full of stars, hiding their shapes and disappearing.

When she looked up, she only saw the sky dyed reddish by the night lights of the city, and all the romance and beauty faded behind the scenes amidst the hustle and bustle.

She likes the stars, but it's a pity that living in this huge spider web, she only looks up at tall buildings, and looks down at only daily necessities.

It was a rare time for Qi Yue to walk. She passed several street corners before seeing the large characters of Jiangwan Apartment.

The night across the street is still dim, and after turning on the lights, there is a feeling of a banquet in the Tang Palace. Everything is so beautiful that it seems that once you enter, you will cross the gap of time and go back to ancient times from modern times.

The beauty in this world is intertwined, and she is probably the only one who has lived her life like this.

Qi Yue emo for a while, then took the elevator upstairs.

This time, she didn't go down to the floor where she lived, but went directly to Song Zhaoyan's floor.

After standing for a while, she wanted to go in and have a look, so she went to find the spare key from the fire hydrant outside the door, and found the key, but she hesitated.

This house no longer belongs to Song Zhaoyan, it belongs to Mr. Song now.

If she went in like this, it would be considered trespassing.

Song Zhaoyan is dead, and all his things have been stamped with other people's names, none of them are his exclusive items.

The same goes for the shares, the house, and the things you use every day, all of which are distributed to others.

From the very beginning, he didn't want to leave anything for himself, and he didn't want anything that he couldn't take away.

Song Zhaoyan went to see Shen Yin, the woman he loved the most in his life, the woman who matched him best.

Song Zhaoyan should be very happy, maybe they are together now, holding hands, hugging and kissing every day underground.

The flowers of idealism will eventually bloom in the soil of romanticism, and the pursuit never appears at the end of the story with a BE ending.

Qi Yue looked at the couplets pasted on the door and chuckled, the teacher is really living a more interesting life, why not live a few more years?
"Is it true that you don't know anything all year long, don't wake up in the morning and don't sleep at night?" Qi Yue whispered softly, "But you are already very good."

When she was very young, she tried to tell people that her life would end at the age of 35, half of her life had passed, she got everything she wanted, and she didn't want the rest, and she didn't want to enjoy it.

35 is a good age.

Song Zhaoyan died at the age of 35, and so did Shen Yin.

Shen Yin, who is three years older than Song Zhaoyan, has always been calm, elegant, assertive, and always in love with her Song Zhaoyan.

Life ends at 35 years old, after that, we meet underground, we will always be 35 years old.

Qi Yue finally put the key back and went downstairs from the stairs.

As soon as she left, the door of Qi Huan's apartment opposite was opened, and a tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came out from inside.

Qi Huan came out to see him off, looked at his back, and said cruelly: "I don't want to be a mistress who destroys other people's families. I can support Xiaozhi by myself, so don't come here again."

The person she was looking forward to finally married someone else. After marriage, they had nothing to do with each other.

The man turned to look at her, "I must take Xiaozhi away, she is my child, and my family does not want the Cheng family's flesh and blood to wander outside."

"Don't you understand? Since she was born, you have no good looks towards her. Now you still want her. How can you have any face?"

"You don't care what I do to her, no matter what, she is my own daughter. Don't go to court with me, you can't fight me."

"How do you know I can't compete with you?" Qi Huan choked on him stubbornly.

The man snorted coldly: "Don't you just want that little boy to help you, just wait and see."

Qi Huan glared at him: "Get lost!"

The negotiation broke down, and the man walked away with a cold face.

Qi Huan pulled his face, and was about to cry in the next second.

Qi Yue returned home, and when she opened the door to enter, the room was lit with lights on. Her first reaction was that a thief had broken in, but then she realized that the thief would not turn on the light, so she boldly shouted: "Who?"

Cheng Zhi ran out from the living room, looking at her with twinkling eyes: "Auntie, it's me."

Qi Yue put down the canvas and looked at her, "Why are you at my house? Where's your mother?"

"Uncle Song brought me here, my mother, she said there are some things to deal with."

Song Yan was sitting on the sofa taking a nap, when he heard the movement, he opened his eyes and looked at Qi Yue who was standing stupidly by the door in the living room, "I'll explain to you later, is that okay?"

Qi Yue didn't nod or shake her head, she pushed Cheng Zhi into the living room.

"Qi Huan is at home?"

"upstairs."

"Where did you get your key?"

"I brought one last time, but I didn't return it to you."

Qi Yue pouted helplessly, "You stole my keys and broke into the house."

"Don't say it first, it's indeed my fault, but if I want it, will you give it to me?"

"Don't divert the conflict."

Song Yan pulled Cheng Zhi over, "During this time, let Xiao Zhi be imprisoned with you first."

Cheng Zhi was here, and Qi Yue didn't ask any further questions. Looking at Cheng Zhi's toys and schoolbags spread out on the floor in the living room, he knew that he intended to live permanently.

"Have you eaten yet?" Qi Yue asked them.

Cheng Zhi shook his head, "Uncle Song said to wait for Auntie."

Song Yan went to the kitchen to cook, Qi Yue threw Cheng Zhi in the living room and followed him in.

"explain."

Song Yan glanced back, the sliding door was closed, Song Yan said: "Cheng Zhen came to find Qi Huan, and wanted to leave Xiaozhi."

Qi Yue leaned against the door with folded arms, frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Qi Huan said Cheng Zhen is married."

"This is what the Cheng family means."

"Even if you stay with me, it's not a solution. If Cheng Zhen wants it, I can't protect it."

Song Yan said while chopping vegetables: "You don't need to worry about it, you just need to take care of Xiaozhi for a few days, and she will handle Qi Huan's affairs by herself."

"You will help her." Qi Yue blurted out, "You are married, register for Xiaozhi, and even if you go to court, Cheng Zhen can't compete with you."

Song Yan didn't speak.

This kind of talk is too much, and Song Yan is already immune.

He put the cut vegetables aside, "There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, you go out to play with Xiaozhi."

Looking at his figure, Qi Yue only sighed slightly.

To be able to do this, Song Yan worked hard.

In the more than ten years in the Song family, after he became famous, he never touched the spring water. Now when he is with her, Song Yan always cooks the rice and washes the dishes, but Song Yan never complains.

Song Yan's tall figure was leaning over the cutting board, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a thick back, the kind that could fill his arms with a hug.

Qi Yue couldn't restrain herself just looking at it, she quickly opened the door and walked out.

Song Yan's movements stagnated for a while, his dark eyes looked at the diced carrot in his hand, and he pursed his lips and inhaled.

Once trust is lost, is it that hard to regain it?

In other words, Qi Yue never trusted him.

Song Yan could not accept this answer.

He cut the diced carrots as if venting, one by one, the movement was so hard that he almost cut his fingers.

Suddenly, a scream broke out in the living room.

　Qi Yue os: Damn, I'm so old, how can I get a nosebleed when I look at the back of a handsome man?

　　Song Yanos: Chirp, my wife is so unfeeling, chirp.

　　Here I want to emphasize again that Song Yan is more than 23 years old this year, and he is not yet 24 years old. He is actually a big boy with too mature a mind. He is not a bully. Of course, we cannot tolerate him as a scumbag. (I really didn't excuse him)
　　I hope that Song Yan will grow up slowly, and gradually become a responsible, responsible, mature man!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)