Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 218
Zhou Jia hesitated, but didn't reach out to take it.

Song Zhicheng frowned and asked, "Isn't it enough?" Then he lowered his head and glanced at his wallet. He seldom carries cash with him, and the wallet is full of various cards. The card is for Zhou Jia. Besides for You Qian, the card is for other people?

Thinking of this possibility, I felt uncomfortable all over, and a feeling of nausea and nausea rushed into my heart.

Song Zhicheng simply put away the money and ordered in a cold voice, "Go directly to Song's Peninsula Hotel."

The disgust in President Song's heart was already on his face, Zhou Jia explained with a stiff smile: "President Song... Qianqian didn't let me go."

Song Zhicheng's face darkened and his eyes sank.

Although she was very scared, she had agreed to Qianqian and only listened to Qianqian alone. Zhou Jia was trembling in her heart, but she stubbornly refused to let the door open, nor did she obey Song Zhicheng's orders...

At this moment, You Qianjin came over pulling the slippers, and hearing the sound, Song Zhicheng and Zhou Jia raised their heads at the same time and looked at You Qian. Song Zhicheng's eyes were as dark as rain, and Zhou Jia's eyes were full of help.

You Qian sighed in his heart, and said, "Xiao Zhou, you should live outside tonight, and be careful." This is a matter between herself and Song Zhicheng, and there is no need to involve others, and You Qian also does not care about their private matters. I don't want other people to watch here. It's embarrassing for Zhou Jia to stay here. If I don't tell her to go, she will be embarrassed.

After hearing this, Zhou Jia let go of her hands decisively, ran back to the guest room silently, took some things, and glanced at You Qian, seeing that there was no embarrassment in You Qian's eyes, she left in peace.

Seeing all this, Song Zhicheng's eyes flickered slightly.

You Qian closed the door, turned to Song Zhicheng, and asked, "Didn't you say you were going back to City J late?"

Song Zhicheng's black eyes glanced at Youqian lightly, without saying a word, instead, he swaggered towards the bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, a sweet breath belonging to Youqian rushed towards his face. Song Zhicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the simple but beautiful room inside With the warm layout, I suddenly feel that although this room is cramped | small, but the appearance is not bad.

Song Gungun was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, covered with a thin quilt.

Song Zhicheng's stern eyes couldn't help turning soft, and he slowly moved to the side of the bed.

You Qian followed behind him with complicated eyes.

After so many years, when will Song Zhicheng's obstinate and annoying character be changed?As long as there are topics that he doesn't like, he always ignores them and only follows his own preferences.

Like now.

Knowing that she didn't like him coming in, he still came in.

He knew she was asking questions, but he felt unhappy, so he simply closed his mouth tightly like a clam shell, and he couldn't even pry it open.

Song Zhicheng sat on You Qian's bed, took off his coat, lifted the quilt a little, and then lay down his body, then stared at You Qian with his eyes as deep as a deep pool.

You Qian: "..."

The meaning of Song Zhicheng is self-evident.

He's going to sleep here tonight.

You Qian suddenly felt a wave of irritability rising in his chest, and she suppressed it forcibly after a moment. When he regained his composure, he only glanced at Song Zhicheng indifferently, and made a pertinent suggestion: "I still have a guest room here."

She probably couldn't be driven away, so she could only settle for the next best thing, hoping that Song Zhicheng would be sensible and take the initiative to sleep in the guest room.

Song Zhicheng was slightly dissatisfied: "Is that where people live?"

You Qian frowned, and asked a little irritably, "May I beg you to come and live here?"

Song Zhicheng snorted softly: "No."

and then?
So?

Isn't the conclusion that after knowing that you are not welcome by the owner, you should be very self-aware and leave immediately?
As a result, You Qianjing waited for a while, and Song Zhicheng pursed his lips tightly again and became silent.

Seeing You Qian's flickering forehead, Song Zhicheng, instead of helping her turn off the engine, said aggrievedly, "I'm very tired. After finishing all the work, I flew back overnight and haven't had dinner yet..."

You Qian rubbed her forehead, took a deep breath before she couldn't hold back her anger, and asked in a cold voice, "So?"

Song Zhicheng's face darkened in an instant. Do you have to say that you want to eat and sleep here?Pursing his lips, he was about to open his mouth when he suddenly caught a glimpse of You Qian's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. Song Zhicheng's heart sank, and then he closed his mouth, but his face became more and more tense...

The room fell into silence, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze because of the continuous silence.

After a while, You Qian twitched the corner of his mouth: "There are some ingredients left in the refrigerator, I'll cook right away."

When the words fell to the ground, Song Zhicheng felt his heart getting heavier and heavier, and he was not as happy as expected.

After leaving the words, You Qian turned around and left the bedroom.

Song Zhicheng raised his head and looked at the ceiling above his head. His black eyes were as deep as the sea. At this moment, there was no wave or ripple, as if an unprecedented grand wave was brewing...

drop by drop...

Time passed quietly.

The expected waves did not set off, but Song Zhicheng's eyes became softer.

The furnishings in the entire bedroom should have been arranged by her herself after returning to China. Although there was nothing familiar to him, it made him relax wholeheartedly, as if he was in a warm and calm ocean, and his heart was so peaceful and peaceful.

Song Zhicheng glanced at the time, then got out of bed.

The kitchen is due north, and the bedroom faces south. Song Zhicheng walked out of the bedroom, and through the transparent glass sliding door, he could clearly see You Qian was cutting vegetables with his head down. Looking at the slender figure, his black eyes dimmed slightly.

goo goo goo...

It's the sound of water boiling in a pot.

As if sensing something, You Qian suddenly turned her head and glanced at Song Zhicheng who was standing at the door.

Song Zhicheng didn't feel any embarrassment at being discovered, his black eyes were calm, and his downcast eyes stared at her lightly.

You Qian frowned slightly and decided to ignore him.

Song Zhicheng stood and watched for a while, then went back to the bedroom, opened the closet, and directly stuffed the two sets of clothes he brought into it. He felt that there were too few, and thought he would bring some more when he thought about it.

Without thinking about anything else, I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom.

The sound of splashing water sounded, Song Zhicheng took a hasty shower, wrapped in a towel, and went straight out the door.

You Qian just put two dishes and one soup on the table, and then caught a glimpse of Song Zhicheng coming out with his upper body naked, and the displeasure flashed in You Qian's eyes.

That was her bath towel, why did he use it without saying hello?

Although there is no new one at home, he can only use his own if he wants to take a bath, but... thinking about it is still very uncomfortable...

Song Zhicheng kept staring at You Qian from the corner of his eyes, observing her reaction quietly. Of course, all her displeasure was taken into his eyes, and Song Zhicheng pursed his lips again.

Don't love abs?

Why don't you take a look?
It was the same a few days ago, is it just that you don't like yourself?

You Qian put down the bowl and chopsticks, brushed past Song Zhicheng, and entered the bedroom in an instant.

With a low air pressure all over his body, Song Zhicheng sat down at the dining table with a sullen face, picked up the chopsticks, and directly stuffed a mouthful of rice.

　"small theater"

　　The author: "Mr. Song, you're playing tricks, you're thick-skinned, and, have you forgotten that you divorced Qianqian?"

　　Song Zhicheng: "The divorce is still mine."

　　You Qian: "Hehehe..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)