Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 219
Although Song Zhicheng was having dinner, he kept listening to the movement in the bedroom. There were constant rustling sounds, but he couldn't hear them clearly, but he never saw her come out of the bedroom, so he couldn't help feeling a little happy and excited.

Does that mean she didn't refuse to share the same bed with him?

only……

Before this little bit of happiness bloomed in her heart, she saw You Qian holding a quilt, turning around and entering the guest room, and Song Zhicheng gave a slight pause to the fingers holding the chopsticks.

Afterwards, Song Zhicheng continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

You Qian tidied up the guest room again, made the bed, turned around and came out, and said to Song Zhicheng, "The bed sheets and quilts in the guest room...I have replaced them for you."

Song Zhicheng pursed his lips and remained silent.

You Qian continued: "It's all new, no one has used it, I bought it and washed it and dried it in the sun." After finishing speaking indifferently, she kept observing him from the corner of her eye.

Song Zhicheng had obviously been observing her quietly, her eyes were flat, as if she was entertaining an ordinary friend, she was polite and thoughtful in all arrangements, but her attitude was very alienated, without a trace of intimacy in the past.

Song Zhicheng lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I'm not used to sleeping in the guest room."

Just as You Qian was about to speak, Song Zhicheng immediately added: "Too small. Boring!"

The space of the guest room is narrower than the bedroom, which is less than one-third of the bedroom in the apartment opposite the Song family building, not to mention the huge bedroom in the old house of the Song family...

It was normal for Song Zhicheng to say that he was not used to living here. You Qian thought about it, but didn't insist anymore, and said directly: "Then I'll sleep in the guest room, and I'll go and change the sheets and quilts in the master bedroom..."

Song Zhicheng stood up abruptly, held You Qian with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't bother, don't change it."

You Qian casually glanced at the clenched hands, and said lightly, "No trouble."

Song Zhicheng's black eyes dimmed slightly, and the discouragement dissipated in a flash. At this moment, the tip of his nose was full of her breath, and there was a bit of oily smoke from cooking for himself just now...

Delicate fingers with well-defined joints, not as round as before.

The face is still fair, the jaw is soft, the expression in the watery eyes, but contains alienation and defense... Observing this, Song Zhicheng's breathing stopped, his heart seemed to be pinched suddenly, and pain invaded his whole body instantly.

You Qian stared at Song Zhicheng and clenched his hand tightly, the meaning was self-evident.

Song Zhicheng frowned, didn't pull it away, but clenched his hands even tighter, and Youqian groaned in pain, but she stubbornly opened her eyes and watched, neither yelling nor screaming.

The atmosphere became stalemate.

Song Zhicheng wanted her to cry out in pain, as if as soon as she opened her mouth, she would admit defeat.

With a stubborn face, You Qian gritted her teeth and endured.

This kind of silent silence was so painful, Song Zhicheng frowned, and finally let go of a little bit of strength, but suddenly stretched out his hand, provoking her delicate chin, looked at each other silently for a moment, then slowly lowered his head...

You Qian's pupils shrank slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips clenched unconsciously.

Obviously it should be rejected immediately, but the heart is not controlled, jumping madly, fluttering and fluttering ... As if the calm lake surface throws a lap of ripples, it must pass time to slowly precipitate.

Song Zhicheng's black eyes stared deeply at You Qian, captivating. She flinched and wanted to back away, but Song Zhicheng pushed her closer. The familiar masculine breath filled her body and mind, and You Qian was in a trance for a while. .

Song Zhicheng's lips were getting closer and closer, and seeing that they were about to stick together, You Qian slightly tilted his head to avoid it, but Song Zhicheng had seen it before, he held her head and forcibly turned her to look at her.

You Qian closed her eyes lightly, her cheeks were blushing silently, her moist and glossy red lips were tender and glamorous, her body trembled slightly, and her chest rose and fell...

Song Zhicheng's throat tightened, he swallowed a muffled moan, and it took great rationality to restrain the madness of wanting to kiss her hard, bite her, and then tear her apart bit by bit...

You Qian waited for a while, but didn't get the expected kiss, opened her misty eyes, and looked at Song Zhicheng with dissatisfaction and doubt.

Song Zhicheng subconsciously licked his lips, opened his mouth, and asked in a very low voice, very slowly, "Do you... hate me?"

He hated himself for not being able to show up at the first time when she was in danger.

I hate myself for not being able to protect my grandpa.

I hate myself for ruthlessly saying that I want to take away the child.

Hate myself for resolutely wanting a divorce...

I hate myself for locking her by my side forcibly, refusing to let her go, refusing to let her fly freely...

I hate myself for not being straightforward enough even after divorce, and still being entangled...

Too much, too much.

Hearing this, You Qian trembled all over.

After a while, she lowered her eyes and said, "I don't hate you."

Is really not hate.

Song Zhicheng's dark eyes darkened, and he took a deep breath, but his breathing seemed to be trembling at this moment. In this suffocating depression, he was going to drive himself crazy, but no matter how his heart was turbulent, his handsome face His expression became more and more indifferent, and even gradually condensed into indifference, only the tight corners of his lips revealed the trace of anxiety in his heart.

You Qian thought to himself, he must let go.For sure, he is such a conceited and proud person, he should have sincerely wanted to apologize to himself just now.

What can I apologize for?
He lived up to himself from beginning to end.

When I got married back then, the premise was clearly stated to myself.

What are you apologizing for?
Obviously... I really want to hear what he has to say, why do I suppress myself not to listen?
You Qian was also going crazy, the soreness in her throat was about to overflow from her chest, and she almost couldn't restrain herself from swallowing. She gritted her teeth tightly, her expression seemed to be crying or smiling...

Then, she suddenly opened her eyes with a fierce look, and glared fiercely at Song Zhicheng.

Blame him!

Blame him!

Obviously he has recovered well, but he always appears in his life from time to time, disregarding his likes and dislikes, annoyingly disturbing everything about him...

Let yourself again increase troubles and unnecessary fantasies...

The space is quiet.

Neither of the two spoke again, only the sound of each other's breathing remained, one after another, tightly intertwined and unable to tell you from me.

Song Zhicheng let go of his hand suddenly, and You Qian's eyes were as expected, and he was about to back away, putting away the distance from Song Zhicheng, who knew that Song Zhicheng suddenly opened his arms and hugged her.

You Qian paused and frowned.

Song Zhicheng stretched out his hand, paused on You Qian's face, gently stroked the center of her brow with his fingertips, rubbed her small earlobe with his lips, and stroked slowly until You Qian loosened his frown.

Song Zhicheng's black eyes stared deeply at her.

She wanted to turn away.

Song Zhicheng didn't give her a chance to escape, so he approached her little by little, and kissed her delicate red lips.

Soft and glutinous, it is as sweet as ever.

Song Zhicheng snorted and let out a contented sigh.

　Thank you: Ouyang Yuxi, Celadon, Changsha Quan Zhilong, a few relatives for the rewards, I love you\(^o^)/~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)