Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 48
The breakfast ended in the silence of Song Zhicheng and the joyous chatter with You Qian and Mr. Song.

"Qianqian, are you leaving now? Let Zhicheng see you off." After Mr. Song finished speaking, he winked at Song Zhicheng who was beside him. Song Zhicheng had no choice but to stand up and follow You Qian.

"Grandpa, I can do it by myself." You Qian hesitated, and said, "Let... let Zhicheng go back to the company and get busy with work."

Mr. Song frowned, stared and asked, "What job is as important as you?"

You Qian was dumbfounded.

Song Zhicheng turned around and strode towards the garage. When You Qian wanted to say something again, Song Zhicheng had already driven his Porsche beside You Qian. He lowered the window and said in a low voice, "Get in the car."

You Qian dragged the suitcase and sat in the back seat.

Just after leaving the villa area, You Qian said to Song Zhicheng, "Go and do your work, I'll give you a ride here."

As if Song Zhicheng didn't hear it, his eyes continued to stare at the road ahead, and the car drove at a steady speed.When You Qian was still studying, he often went to school in his car. Although he was the pride of heaven, he didn't have any bad habits of the pride of heaven.

Such as clubbing.This kind of other people's entertainment is a waste of life for Song Zhicheng.

Another example is drag racing.The aristocrats in the circle often group together a bunch of beauties who drive luxury cars and show off their wealth at a high speed... Such people have long been out of the range of friends by Song Zhicheng.

You Qian has never seen him driving at a high speed. His rigidity and rigor have already been carved into his bones, and even his life seems to have been carved by himself, and his words and deeds are customized. Good standard implementation, so far, You Qian seems to have never noticed a situation that made him lose control.

The Porsche was parked under their apartment building.

You Qian showed doubts.

Song Zhicheng said, "Go upstairs and help me pack my two sets of clothes and come down."

You Qian asked: "Are you going on a business trip again? Then I can take a taxi there by myself..." Under the pressure of his eyes, You Qian's voice gradually lowered, and finally closed his mouth.

At home, You Qian helped Song Zhicheng organize some suitable clothes, and when she went downstairs, she bumped into Lin Jingwen beside the car.You Qian couldn't help being surprised: "Assistant Lin?"

Lin Jingwen said with a smile: "Madam, I will go to Hangzhou on a business trip with Mr. Song."

You Qian showed a strange expression: "Hangcheng?" Isn't that just the same place as her?The location of her filming this time happened to be a university in Hangzhou.

Lin Jingwen wanted to explain, but Song Zhicheng suddenly interrupted him: "What do you say so much. Get in the car and leave."

Lin Jingwen immediately shut up, and hurriedly helped You Qian carry the luggage for Song Zhicheng into the car, and then Lin Jingwen sat in the back seat of the car very tactfully.Seeing this, You Qian had no choice but to open the co-pilot's door.

Driving along the way, occasionally Song Zhicheng and Lin Jingwen chatted about business matters, but You Qian couldn't get in, let alone interrupted. After they finished chatting, the car fell into silence.

You Qian stared out the window in a daze.

"Help me grab my back." Song Zhicheng said suddenly.

You Qian was taken aback, turned her head to look at Song Zhicheng, Song Zhicheng frowned, and explained: "Take a look to see if there are traces of mosquito bites. When I was in Canada, there were too many mosquitoes in the farms I visited. It was bitten at that time."

Song's business has expanded not only at home, but also abroad. After attending the meeting in Canada, he intends to invest in several large farms in Canada, so he personally inspected it.

After hearing this, You Qian walked over to carefully uncover his shirt, and saw that his back was indeed bitten several times by mosquitoes. Because of the itching, he should have scratched it several times by himself, and several places were severely red and swollen.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Song Zhicheng saw her frowning tightly, and Song Zhicheng said, "Catch it for me."

He was driving the car, and it was inconvenient for him to do it at this time.

You Qian hurriedly opened her carry-on bag, took out essential oil from it, and planned to smear his wounds. Seeing this, Song Zhicheng immediately said with disgust, "I don't need that."

"It can be relieved." You Qian said.

Song Zhicheng said in disgust, "It smells bad."

You Qian was patient, and said to him: "Persist, we will go to the hospital when we get to the place." Generally speaking, this kind of mosquito bite wound is not very serious, but the target is Song Zhicheng, You Qian I couldn't help being nervous, and felt that I had to go to the hospital for an examination before I dared to rest assured.

Song Zhicheng caught a glimpse of the concern in You Qian's eyes, which didn't seem to be fake, so he agreed awkwardly: "You wipe less. How many clothes did you bring for me? When I get to the hotel, I'm going to throw away what I'm wearing now."

You Qian gently smeared the mosquito bites with his hands, and replied: "I packed six sets of clothes for you. If they are not enough, I will buy a few more sets in Hangzhou."

"Hmph!" Song Zhicheng snorted, agreeing to You Qian's proposal.

Seeing his displeased look, You Qian thought that the clothes he usually wears are all custom-made and exquisite. If he buys them on a temporary basis, picky and clean like Song Zhicheng, the shopping malls will certainly not suit him, You Qian thought After thinking about it, he asked, "How many days are you going to stay in Hangzhou?"

Song Zhicheng said with a straight face, "One month."

"...I'll let someone airlift a few sets of your clothes later." Thinking that Song Zhicheng would stay in Hangcheng for a month, so close to him, You Qian really couldn't express his current mood in words, so he restrained his complicated thoughts a little. , she turned patiently to help him smear the wound.

"There's more at the waist." Seeing that You Qian had finished smearing his back, Song Zhicheng continued to direct with a straight face.

The pungent smell of essential oil diffused in the carriage, bringing a coolness to the two of them. You Qian kept awake, leaned against him, carefully lifted the corner of his clothes, and found three mosquitoes on the waist. Pack of bites.You Qian suddenly felt distressed, and couldn't help but say, "Why are you so careless?"

When her slender fingers brushed her waist lightly, it brought a stream of coolness. The just right strength made Song Zhicheng squint his eyes comfortably. When he realized the emotions he had unconsciously leaked, Song Zhicheng immediately tightened his face. Without even looking at You Qian, she said with distaste, "That's fine, I told you not to apply so much essential oil, did you listen?"

"stinky!"

"I have to take a few showers to get to the place, but I can't wash it clean."

"All the clothes will be thrown away."

"..." You Qian was speechless, and stopped her hands quickly. She sniffed it quietly, but she didn't think it was too bad.In the final analysis, it was Song Zhicheng himself who had something wrong.

The interaction between the two was as ordinary as an ordinary couple. During the whole process, Lin Jingwen sat quietly in the back seat, downplaying his own existence wisely, wishing he could treat himself as a transparent person.

　Big Boss Song: Did you make a mistake?A rich person like me will use Fengyoujing?
　　Author Jun: Down to earth.

　　Big Boss Song: Do I need to be grounded?

　　Author: If you are so aggressive, be careful that readers will not like you anymore.

　　Big Boss Song: I want them to like it?
　　Author:  …

　　Big Boss Song: You told them that they would rather demolish a temple than ruin a marriage. What do you mean by those who hope for divorce every day?Is it okay to be so shameless?

　　Author Jun: ... I won't take this pot back
　　(ps: I dare not tell this at all, I will be beaten to death by readers.)
　　
　
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