Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 374

After taking a bath, You Qian lay on the bed and watched the moon with wide eyes through the open window. Tonight's moon is very beautiful, like a scimitar, floating in mid-air, adding a bright light to the dark night , You Qian couldn't help thinking that in a few months, it will be the full moon, right?At that time, will she, Song Zhicheng, grandpa, and her little fat man celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together?

Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival was a time when her relationship with Song Zhicheng was very tense, and neither of them was in the mood to appreciate the moon. Moreover, at that time, Grandpa was ill, so even if it was Mid-Autumn Festival, the house was always quiet and deserted.

I hope that this year, we will spend it together.

You Qian silently made a wish in her heart.

As soon as this idea came up, her whole body was shaken suddenly, and she realized again that no matter what, she still wanted to spend the reunion festival with Song Zhicheng and spend every day in the future.

In fact, up to now, the choice in her heart has been very clear.

Her home and the people she loves are all tied to Song Zhicheng.It was only a matter of time for her to agree to Song Zhicheng's marriage request.

I felt a little helpless in my heart, and I also struggled hard to be calm with myself.Therefore, she should be more honest with herself and Song Zhicheng, and resolve all the conflicts with Song Zhicheng as soon as possible.

Above all, it is the problem of communication.

Hearing the sound of steady footsteps slowly approaching, You Qian immediately turned over, nestled in the quilt and looked at Song Zhicheng who was gradually approaching the bed.

Song Zhicheng raised his eyes and saw Youqian's dark eyes, staring at him all the time, a trace of doubt flashed across his handsome eyebrows, and then he asked aloud, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

You Qian stared at Song Zhicheng, his hair was not wiped clean, his tall figure was wearing a loose nightgown, the lines from his shoulders to his waist were faintly visible, it was really pleasing to the eye, his lustrous thin lips became more sexy and charming after bathing, The expression between his eyebrows and eyes is always very serious and serious when dealing with people, but when facing his son, his eyebrows and eyes are always gentle.

Does he love his son, so he loves her too?
Thinking of this, You Qian felt a little funny.Why did she suddenly think of this question?So, does she want to ask Song Zhicheng this question now?
Of course I want to ask, but not at this time.

Whether she loves it or not, she and Song Zhicheng have an inseparable bond with each other, such as children, such as grandpa...

Without hearing her answer, Song Zhicheng approached the bed, immediately stretched out his hand to lift off the quilt, and stepped onto the bed with his slender legs.

You Qian frowned and said, "You haven't wiped your hair clean yet."

Song Zhicheng said indifferently: "It will dry soon."

You Qian was speechless, frowned and said, "This is not good for your health."

Song Zhicheng's eyes were tinged with a smile, and he pretended to be indifferent and said, "I'm in good health, I'm fine."

You Qian frowned even tighter, and said, "Don't abuse your body just because of your good health." After a slight pause, You Qian said, "Go and get the hair dryer."

Song Zhicheng sat on the bed without moving.

You Qian: "Why don't you go?"

Song Zhicheng stared at her, and asked calmly: "No, unless you help me dry my hair."

You Qian: "..."

After taking a deep breath, You Qian said angrily, "Go and get it."

Knowing that she had acquiesced, Song Zhicheng stood up and returned to the room almost in the blink of an eye. He handed the hair dryer to You Qian, the light in his eyes was deep.

You Qian immediately lifted the quilt, straightened her back, and suddenly heard a baby whispering in her ear.Then she remembered that there was a little guy sleeping on the bed.You Qian said, "Go outside."

Song Zhicheng obviously heard her son's voice, knowing that she was afraid that the sound of the hair dryer would wake him up, so she followed her into the living room without saying a word.

Song Zhicheng sat on the sofa, and You Qian walked over to help him dry his hair.

The night was very dark, except for the booming sound, neither of them made a sound.

They were so close that they could hear each other's breathing, You Qian held a hair dryer in one hand and rubbed Song Zhicheng's hair with the other, and then...

When she was not paying attention, Song Zhicheng suddenly hugged her onto his lap.

You Qian was speechless, and said, "Be serious."

The corner of Song Zhicheng's mouth raised slightly: "Where am I not serious? I haven't done anything, am I not serious?"

You Qian: "...If you do this again, you can blow-dry your hair yourself."

After finishing speaking, she turned off the hair dryer switch in her hand, and was about to leave her alone, but Song Zhicheng wrapped her arms tightly around her, preventing her from moving...

Song Zhicheng said in a low voice, "Be more honest."

You Qian's head was full of black lines: "I'm not being honest? What did I do?"

This is taking what I just said and asking myself?

Song Zhicheng had a strong smile in his eyes, but deliberately kept a straight face, and snorted, "You just wait there, don't move around, I won't do anything."

You Qian rolled her eyes: "...you can let me go."

Song Zhicheng hugged her tightly with both hands, smiled lightly, and urged: "My hair is not dry yet, blow it for me."

There was a blush on You Qian's face, and she pressed against Song Zhicheng's generous chest. She felt that her face was not only flushed, but also hot. What's more, the temperature in the room was gradually rising.

Obviously, the two of them had frequent physical contact, but they never felt bored.

Obviously, the intimate time has been so long, and I still can't help but blush and heartbeat every time I hug.

Why is this?

And what about Song Zhicheng?Do you feel the same as her?

When You Qian was silent, she reached out and turned on the hair dryer again to help Song Zhicheng dry his hair.

A few minutes later, after confirming that the hair was dry, You Qian threw the hair dryer and said, "Song Zhicheng, it's ready."

So, should you let her go?
After Song Zhicheng heard this, he let out a muffled voice, and tightened his grip on her without any slack.

This bastard, if he can't talk to her, is he lying?

You Qian frowned, and said angrily, "Song Zhicheng, are you deaf?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, You Qian suddenly felt that her body was suspended in the air, and she was immediately hugged by Song Zhicheng. She was shocked and hugged his neck tightly reflexively.

Song Zhicheng smiled and said, "I'm not deaf, so I take you back to my room to sleep."

Her face turned dark, and she couldn't help cursing: "You are really..."

Song Zhicheng asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

While walking, You Qian had to lean against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she said in a muffled voice, "You bastard."

Song Zhicheng laughed softly, nodded: "Yeah."

You Qian raised her head: "...Are you quite proud?"

Her delicate red lips were very close, so close that he only needed to get closer, Song Zhicheng immediately lowered his head, kissed her lips.

You Qian: "..."

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(End of this chapter)