Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 73
After entering the house, the house was quiet.You Qian turned on the light, and the light illuminated the spacious room very brightly, driving away the silence in the room.

You Qian entered the room and packed her clothes. She didn't know how long Song Zhicheng would stay in Hangzhou, so she didn't touch his things for the time being.

After finishing all this, it was still early, and You Qian remembered that Lin Jingwen had called her, so she dialed Lin Jingwen immediately.

Lin Jingwen connected quickly, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked softly, "Madam?"

"Assistant Lin, did you call me yesterday for something?" You Qian asked directly.

"Yesterday?" Lin Jingwen was taken aback, "I didn't call you..." Suddenly, Song Zhicheng, who was sitting at the top, looked over here, thinking that Song Zhicheng had borrowed his mobile phone yesterday, Lin Jingwen had an epiphany, so he hurriedly said: "Oh yes, I called you yesterday."

"What's the matter?"

Lin Jingwen looked towards Song Zhicheng, seeing that Song Zhicheng had stopped paying attention to this side, Lin Jingwen turned his back and said, "There is nothing special..."

Lin Jingwen suddenly felt cold on his back, and immediately changed his words: "I just wanted to tell you about Mr. Song's wound... Well, I have seen a doctor. The doctor said that it is hot now, so special attention should be paid to prevent infection of the wound."

You Qian was silent for a while after listening, and asked, "When do you get off work today?"

Lin Jingwen smiled and replied: "It's the same as usual." After answering, he asked by the way: "Madam, have you returned to the hotel yet?"

"Well, yes." Youqian's voice from the receiver came here, sounding a little tired.

Song Zhicheng's ears moved suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on the phone in Lin Jingwen's hand.

Lin Jingwen was under a lot of pressure. He shook the phone and signaled to pass it to Song Zhicheng to answer it himself. Song Zhicheng immediately turned his head to the other side as if nothing had happened.

Lin Jingwen: "..."

He felt that he was getting more and more uncertain about Mr. Song's mind now.

Over there, You Qian said: "It's nothing, I'll hang up first."

Lin Jingwen was in a hurry: "Madam!"

"Huh? Is there anything else?" You Qian was puzzled, Lin Jingwen is really strange today.

Lin Jingwen glanced at the opposite side, and said: "Mr. Song ordered the hotel to buy a batch of fresh ingredients this morning..."

You Qian said, "I see." This was Song Zhicheng's intention to come back for dinner.

Lin Jingwen hung up the phone, feeling more tired than talking about a difficult business negotiation.

Turning around, Song Zhicheng's black eyes were staring at him, and Lin Jingwen immediately said, "It was my wife who called just now, asking what time we leave work."

Song Zhicheng was silent for a moment, and his thin lips loosened slightly: "Notify the project leader to reorganize the project plan according to the proposal in this morning's meeting. Let's get off work now."

I was definitely going to work overtime today, but suddenly I don't have to.

Happiness came so quickly, Lin Jingwen felt a little confused.

Seeing Lin Jingwen still standing, Song Zhicheng frowned: "Still leaving?"

Lin Jingwen withdrew immediately.

The temporary office here in Hangzhou has never been easy to use. Song Zhicheng took off the clothes he had changed in the past two days from the shelf beside him, and stuffed them into his bag. He checked his clothes in the mirror.

After it was done, he raised his foot and stepped out the door.

When the driver was waiting downstairs, he saw Song Zhicheng walking out of the automatic glass door from a distance away.

Qi Yu Xuan An
Dragon among men.

It is almost impossible to find a few appropriate words to describe Song Zhicheng's feeling at this time.

In short, there is no absolute fairness in this world. For example, I drive a luxury car worth millions every day, but I am just a driver...

As for Song Zhicheng, he was picky about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and his personality was not likable, but there were still a lot of people rushing to serve him.

The car drove forward smoothly and stopped at the elegant Peninsula Hotel.

The sun had not yet set, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Song Zhicheng's body, as if a layer of light had passed through.

The young waiter in the hotel lobby, feeling like a deer in his heart, sneaked a sneak peek at the handsome man, and then stole another peek, eagerly guessing whether he would suddenly come to the front desk and need his help.

Such a person, even if it's just a word with him.

However, Song Zhicheng didn't look sideways, and took the elevator directly to the top floor.

The young waiter was disappointed.

The door was pushed open suddenly.

You Qian turned around: "Are you back?"

"Yeah." He responded coldly.

You Qian pointed at the dining table: "There are two dishes left, eat first if you are hungry."

Because of Lin Jingwen's repeated urgings a few days ago, she did not agree to come back to take care of Song Zhicheng, so she is still quite worried now.

Afraid that he would suddenly lose his temper.

When all the dishes were served, Song Zhicheng waited at the table for more than ten minutes, but You Qian didn't come to sit down, so he frowned slightly and asked, "Are you still eating?"

You Qian put down the magazine in her hand and turned her head: "I've already eaten it, you can eat it."

Song Zhicheng frowned tightly: "When did you eat it?"

You Qian: "You ate before you came back."

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees in an instant. After Song Zhicheng heard this, his face was sullen but he didn't say a word. You Qian was puzzled and explained: "I really ate."

Song Zhicheng lowered his head and ate the exquisite food in front of him silently.

You Qian put down the magazine in his hand and stood up, Song Zhicheng suddenly said: "Come and eat half a bowl."

There was an undeniable majesty in his tone.

You Qian: "...I really don't want to eat it."

Song Zhicheng raised his eyes and looked at her with an expressionless face.

You Qian moved over slowly and sat down.

Song Zhicheng took out a bowl, picked up a few kinds of food, the combination of meat and vegetables was impartial.

You Qian: "..."

What's the matter with the illusion that the same scene but the cart before the horse arises in my heart?

I really hope it's an illusion.

Song Zhicheng raised his chin lightly: "Eat clean."

You Qian lowered her head, and the two ate in silence.

After it was over, You Qian stood up and wanted to clean up, but Song Zhicheng suddenly said, "Let's put it down, I'll ask the waiter to clean it up tomorrow."

You Qian was taken aback.

What's the matter with him?
I am usually the most particular about cleanliness. With so much after-dinner garbage in the house, I don’t know how many bacteria will grow and how many messy mosquitoes will come out in one night...

Can he bear it?

You Qian didn't listen and continued to tidy up.

Song Zhicheng said: "Let's put it down."

You Qian was indeed a little tired. When she stopped, she heard Song Zhicheng ask again: "How many days do you rest?"

You Qian replied, "About four or five days."

Song Zhicheng said: "I'll go back the day after tomorrow, you come back with me."

You Qian: "No need, I can be with my assistant..." The voice became lower and lower.

Song Zhicheng turned his head and stared at her quietly.

You Qian didn't want the atmosphere in the room to be so cold all the time, so she immediately changed the subject: "Assistant Lin said that wounds should be protected from bacterial infection, please take off your clothes and show me."

Song Zhicheng's face finally looked better, and he stretched out his hand to undo the buttons on his chest one by one...

The scalded place was just on the chest, and the scars had already formed at this time, and the condition was still good.

"Why are you so careless?" You Qian muttered softly, she lowered her head, her body leaned towards him inadvertently, the familiar breath came into the tip of his nose, and a strand of blue hair from her forehead let out and wiped his sharp-edged face.

Song Zhicheng suddenly reached out his hand to grab the strand of hair, pinned it behind her ear very gently, and said, "Come back to the old house with me the day after tomorrow, and have dinner with grandpa."

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