Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 278 Lost Mr. Song

Coming out of J City Prison, it was already dark. Song Zhicheng sat in the car with a cold face, hugging Song Gungun's soft body with both hands, and did not speak. The driver Xiao Zhang waited and asked, "Song Gungun So, where are we going?"

During this period of time, there is no fixed place for Mr. Song to sleep. If his wife is in J City, Mr. Song will go to his wife's apartment. If his wife is not there, Mr. Song will often take the young master back to the old house. The apartment building opposite Song's headquarters is very unstable, so the driver Xiao Zhang couldn't figure out where Mr. Song wanted to rest for a while.

Song Zhicheng thought that the company still had something to deal with, so he said in a deep voice, "Let's go back to the company first."

The driver, Xiao Zhang, started the car immediately after listening.

The car stopped, and Song Zhicheng took his son upstairs. Xiao Liu, the security guard of the Song Group, saw Mr. Song returning to the company with his son, feeling a lot of emotion for a while.

President Song's net worth is so rich that he can't spend his whole life, but he still works so hard.So, he deserves to be rich.

When Xiao Liu, the security guard, was feeling emotional, Song Zhicheng had already entered the office, first put the child to sleep, put him on the bed, and then sat in the office to work.

The dinner was delivered to Song Zhicheng's office by the driver Xiao Zhang. After Song Zhicheng finished his work, he checked the time and found that it was already eleven o'clock at night. He originally planned to spend the night in the rest room, but after a quick glance, there was no fireworks here, no smoke at all. Feeling at home, Song Zhicheng took the coat on the hanger, put it on casually, and went out with the child in his arms.

The driver Xiao Zhang originally thought Mr. Song was resting in the office, but now he received a call from Mr. Song, hurriedly drove over, picked up Mr. Song and his son, and asked, "Mr. Song, are you going back to the old house?"

Song Zhicheng hesitated a little, and said softly, "Go to You Qian's apartment."

The driver, Xiao Zhang, sighed slightly and hurriedly said, "Okay."

Mr. Song and his wife are two people, and the child is separated in the current relationship. If this continues, Mr. Song will not feel tormented, and others will not be able to see it.

You said, why is my wife so cruel?My wife often doesn't see people here and there, and I don't see her taking care of the children for a few days, which makes Mr. Song so busy, and has to take the children all over the world.

No matter how important a career is, can it be more important than a husband and children?

The driver, Xiao Zhang, is a very traditional man. Although he has no partner for the time being, he has already made plans. When he gets married and has children, he must let his wife be a full-time wife. He will take care of the family first, and then talk about other things.

Of course, Song Zhicheng didn't know what the driver Xiao Zhang was thinking, he just quietly held the child, squinted his eyes the whole time, leaned on the cushion and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

It was dark when we arrived.

Song Zhicheng opened the door, entered this small but well-equipped, warm and peaceful space, all the indifference on his face was instantly removed.

Song Zhicheng didn't know what was wrong with him, he obviously thought that he would be very happy to get angry with Song Yichang this time, but when he visited the prison, he did succeed in making Song Yichang angry enough, but his heart was not as expected The indescribable feeling of loneliness and emptiness infecting his whole heart, no matter how much work is used to numb it, it still cannot be relieved.

Song Yichang's reaction was all within Song Zhicheng's expectation.Regarding this, Song Zhicheng felt that he had never expected it before, but why did this meeting make him feel so uncomfortable?
Returning to this room with Youqian breath, Song Zhicheng's mind suddenly relaxed, and the ubiquitous feeling of loneliness and emptiness in his chest was slowly dissipating.

Song Zhicheng stood still for a moment, then stretched out his hand and opened the door, and put the sleeping child on the bed. He did nothing but stared at the child's eyebrows quietly.

The combination of his son's facial features is very similar to his own, but if you look carefully, his eyes actually neutralize the advantages of his own and You Qian's eyes. They are dark and shiny like beautiful gemstones, very delicate and lovely. In addition , the corners of her son's lips are a bit like hers...

After Song Gungun was born, Song Zhicheng stared at him every day, watched him countless times, and still didn't get bored.

Today, while staring at his son, Song Zhicheng was tirelessly thinking about how the child was like himself and where he was like You Qian. Just like that, when he came back to his senses, Song Zhicheng realized that an hour had passed.

then……

The cell phone that was set aside never rang.

No call from her, no message from her.

Song Zhicheng grabbed the phone and stared at the screen for a few seconds. It was early morning, and he was finally sure that she would never message again.

To say not disappointed would be a lie.Song Zhicheng looked indifferent and calm, thought for a while, and dialed a number.

The other party connected quickly: "Mr. Song?"

Song Zhicheng asked in a low voice, "Where are you now? Is she asleep?"

When Chen Fang heard Song Zhicheng's deep voice, his drowsy head instantly became much clearer, and he immediately replied: "President Song, the wife is already asleep."

When Chen Fang said this, Song Zhicheng didn't interrupt him.

Chen Fang immediately went on to say: "We have already arrived in a remote mountain village called xx in Guizhou Province, and stayed overnight in the villager's farmhouse with the CCTV column team. The conditions are relatively simple, but my wife has adapted very well, and I went to bed early today. Yes. Kong Yi and I are divided into two groups to guard the wife, Mr. Song, please rest assured."

What Song Zhicheng cared about was nothing more than these, Chen Fang was not good at words, he just said everything Song always wanted to know.

Song Zhicheng listened silently.

Chen Fang waited for his order.

Although it was obvious that Song Zhicheng had given Chen Fang and others to You Qian, in fact, Chen Fang and the others still had to obey Song Zhicheng.

A moment of silence.

Song Zhicheng asked: "Did Tang Zheng not follow?"

Although Song Zhicheng's voice was very calm, for some reason, Chen Fang could feel an indescribable taste in the question.

Sour?

Not at all.

Chen Fang's distraction disappeared for a moment, and he immediately replied in a deep voice: "No. The wife only brought Xiao Zhou over."

Song Zhicheng nodded: "Well, you adjust the rest time yourself, that's it."

Chen Fang nodded immediately: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, in a quiet small village, under the dark night, Chen Fang looked at the mobile phone. Obviously Mr. Song's voice did not sound any ups and downs, no different from usual, but Mr. Song heard himself answering whether Tang Zheng When following, at that moment, Chen Fang felt a trace of a smile inside.

After Song Zhicheng hung up the phone and got the exact news from You Qian, he suddenly returned to his usual calmness, took his clothes, took a quick shower, and lay back on the bed.

In this way, it was dawn.

　When I write about Song Zhicheng like this, I suddenly feel that he is so pitiful and sympathetic.

　　Thank you: Bulling Bulling, you gave me a lot of rewards, okay?

　　Thank you: Baby Ningning, Yushenjun, and my relatives in Korean (you have also given me many rewards (づ￣3￣)づ)
　　PS: It may be that I am getting older. After staying up late to code the day before yesterday, the after-effects were very painful, and I was groggy all day long and couldn’t get up. So today is even later, and there will be an update later.

　　
　
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