Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 221 Duplicity
Almost before You Qian could respond, Song Zhicheng picked up Song Gungun in his arms and stuffed her into her arms, making sure that she was holding her firmly, Song Zhicheng lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

You Qian was speechless for a while: "Are you still leaving?"

Song Zhicheng snorted, "Don't disturb me." He muttered, turned over, and closed his eyes tightly.

At this moment, Song Gungun in his arms suddenly groaned, apparently disturbed from his good sleep, his brows furrowed slightly, You Qian hurriedly changed to a more comfortable position, and after a while, Song Gungun just kicked his foot, He closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

You Qian: "..."

This father and son, cooperating with each other, initiated bed anger to torment her?

You Qian was depressed for a while.

Since the bedroom was occupied by Song Zhicheng, You Qian went back to the guest room, put Song Gungun on it, covered her with a quilt, and checked the time, it was only past six o'clock.

Thinking of saying goodbye to Song Gungun later, You Qian couldn't bear to sleep, so she opened her eyes and stared at Song Gungun's sleeping face.She kept looking at it, and when she closed her eyes, she forgot.

Opening his eyes again, Song Gungun was gone on the bed.

You Qian was startled, quickly lifted the quilt, got out of bed, didn't even get her shoes on the bed, ran out with bare feet, and saw Song Gungun sitting in the stroller in the living room at a glance.

You Qian breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly I heard a ping, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

This is?

Is there a thief in the kitchen?

You Qian moved over quietly, and saw Song Zhicheng holding a spatula, wearing an apron, with a look of helplessness and irritable eyes...

When he heard the approaching footsteps, Song Zhicheng knew it was You Qian, and when You Qian looked over, Song Zhicheng's face darkened, he immediately threw the spatula, pulled his apron, and said irritably, "Who made you sleep for so long? I am hungry."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhicheng pursed his lips tightly, showing a face full of impatience. In fact, he himself couldn't stand his duplicity. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to wake her up, and wanted to wake her up early when she woke up. Prepared breakfast, but tried to do it, and found that it was so difficult to cook.

In the world, there are very few things that can be difficult for him.

Song Zhicheng didn't want to admit his frustration, so he put on a cold face to You Qian.

Youqian glanced at him lightly, and said casually, "...you can order takeaway."

Song Zhicheng turned his back, covering his slightly red earlobes, and said angrily, "When did you see me eating takeaway?"

Saying that, without looking at You Qian, Song Zhicheng turned around and left the kitchen.

You Qian glanced at the messy kitchen, took a deep breath, and told herself that since Song Zhicheng didn't take his son away without saying a word, please bear with him for a while.

You Qian squatted down, threw the broken bowls into the trash can, cleaned the ground, and poured out the pot of dough that Song Zhicheng cooked, whether it was noodles or black batter, and made a mess on the stove. The thrown ingredients, seasonings...these things were in order, and then I made a simple bowl of chicken noodle soup.

The millet porridge was cooked in the pot.

Make two more glasses of fruit and vegetable juice.

The chicken noodle soup is for Song Zhicheng, and You Qian's breakfast is a bowl of millet porridge, plus a glass of fresh fruit juice. She wants to keep fit, and her daily diet plan is very strict.

Song Zhicheng came to the dining table with a sullen face, saw a few simple breakfasts, a bowl of chicken noodle soup and fruit juice in front of him, and a small bowl of porridge in front of You Qian, his face turned dark immediately.

You Qian sipped the porridge, not paying attention to Song Zhicheng.

Song Zhicheng stood up suddenly, went to the kitchen to get a bowl, lowered his head, and picked noodles from the bowl of chicken noodle soup without saying a word. When You Qian looked up and saw it, he was a little surprised.

Song Zhicheng pushed the bowl of noodles in front of You Qian, and said in a deep voice, "Eat."

You Qian understood.

Do you think you eat less?

The corners of You Qian's mouth twitched slightly, and he refused, "I'll have porridge, you can eat it."

Song Zhicheng frowned: "Losing weight doesn't depend on eating less." Besides, except for the lumps on her chest, where else is there any meat?

You Qian endured it, bit her lip, and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Song Zhicheng obviously didn't know how to look at her face, so he glanced at her sideways, and said, "If you lose weight, you'll still be the same, whether you should be ugly or not."

You Qian grabbed the juice glass and endured it for a long time, before he could not smear the juice on his face.

Seeing that You Qian didn't pay attention to his kindness, Song Zhicheng frowned, could only snort coldly, lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks, and began to eat elegantly.

You Qian stood up after finishing his porridge and fruit and vegetable juice.

Song Zhicheng raised his head, glanced at her, and saw the bowl of noodles on the table, which was placed there alone, and the bright mood of the whole morning felt bad again.

But he is a master at controlling emotions, his displeasure was only momentary, and he quickly put away the irritability and disappointment in his heart, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

You Qian put down the bowl and chopsticks, and first took a look at Song Gungun. Song Gungun's stroller was placed beside the dining table. with people.

You Qian leaned down and picked up her son.

Song Zhicheng muttered softly: "Hold the baby just after eating..."

You Qian didn't hear it, and looked back at him suspiciously.

Song Zhicheng shut his mouth tightly.

Just at this moment, Song Zhicheng's cell phone rang, he glanced at it, and picked it up reluctantly.

Lin Jingwen's voice was cold and sweet: "Mr. Song, you have an appointment with Mr. He from Zhiyuan today. This meeting has already been postponed once, and it can't be postponed anymore. And..."

Song Zhicheng said coldly, "I see."

Lin Jingwen said: "Shall I drive to pick you up now?"

Song Zhicheng raised his eyes, looked at You Qian quietly, saw that she didn't pay attention to his side, frowned, and said displeasedly: "Come here now."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhicheng brought over the remaining bowl of battered noodles and ate it up.

You Qian hugged Song Gungun tightly, of course she heard their conversation just now.

Song Zhicheng was about to leave.

My son is leaving soon...

"Can you cancel your schedule today?" Song Zhicheng asked suddenly.

"What?" You Qian didn't react for a moment.

"If you cancel your schedule today, I'll put my son here." Song Zhicheng explained, if she was at home, of course he wouldn't have to bring his son to the company. His son is surrounded by a large group of people every day. good thing.

What day is today?
By the way, she has already booked her flight ticket to Tokyo, an island country, and she will be leaving in the afternoon. She will not be in China for the next week...

You Qian shook her head: "I can't cancel it."

Song Zhicheng put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said casually: "Then after you return to China, I will bring my son over."

You Qian's body trembled slightly.

He means?

Is it the one you understand?
　Song awkwardly: "Gun Gun, I want to tell you that your mother has never been ugly."

　　Song Gungun: "Don't call me Gungun anymore, can you give me a good name?"

　　Song awkwardly: "Gun Gun is your name."

　　Song Gungun: Cry...

　　So... If you are interested in giving Xiao Gungun a name, leave a message under the top comment in the comment area, there will be a reward for choosing it, and a blown kiss from Song Gungun.

　　
　
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