Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 311 The Bed Is So Big
You Qian was dazed on the bed for a few seconds, only to come back to his senses when he heard a whisper from the baby next to him.

Song Zhicheng actually endured it?

Seems to be true.

She still couldn't believe it, You Qian rubbed her sleepy eyelids, endured the fatigue from yawning, stretched out her hand to cover back the quilt that Song Gungun kicked off, and then climbed out of bed.

Standing in the room, listening to the sound of running water, You Qian stood still for a few seconds, then gave herself a coat, opened the door and left the bedroom.

Open the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can clearly see the small garden of the apartment building. Except for the street lights that are on, there are no pedestrians, and there is silence everywhere.

You Qian thought about it, then went into the kitchen, found oranges, green plums, hawthorns, etc., washed them, put them in a milk pot to boil...

While waiting for the water to boil, You Qian put on a coat and sat in the living room, vaguely hearing the sound of the water flowing in the bathroom still not stopping, is Song Zhicheng taking a shower?

In the middle of the night, I drank wine and took cold water again. No matter how healthy I am, I can't help tossing like this.

Realizing that her concern for Song Zhicheng was almost engraved in her bones, You Qian's heart trembled, she shook her head violently, and forced all her thoughts to the bottom of her heart.

After a while, hearing the sound of boiling water, You Qian approached the kitchen and turned down the fire.

Cook for a few more minutes and it's done.

You Qian closed the kitchen door and went back to the living room to sit.

Time ticks away...

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps beside her ears. You Qian was dozing off, but when she heard the sound, she turned her head and saw Song Zhicheng standing beside her. He was only wrapped in a white towel, and his hair was wet and dripping. water……

You Qian frowned: "Why don't you get dressed and wipe your hair clean?"

Song Zhicheng's slender body stood still, his lips were white, and there was a trace of grievance on his handsome face, as he stared at her with deep black eyes.

Wronged?

impossible.

You Qian only thought it was his own illusion.

Seeing her sitting still, Song Zhicheng asked with a straight face, "Why aren't you asleep?"

After finally calming down, after washing, he opened the bathroom door, didn't see her on the bed, thought she had disappeared suddenly, and Song Zhicheng ran out quickly before he could wipe his hair clean.

When he saw it, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, so he felt relieved.

You Qian rolled her eyelids lightly, and snorted, "I can't sleep because of your noise."

Song Zhicheng's thin pale lips opened, and he wanted to defend himself a few words, but he thought that she had indeed been troubled by him and hadn't slept until now... so he closed his mouth again.

You Qian reckoned that the soup in the pot should be ready, left the words behind, stood up and turned to the kitchen.

Seeing her get up, Song Zhicheng hurriedly grabbed her hand when he was about to go around him.

You Qian lowered her eyes, staring at the hands they held together, and said softly, "Let go."

She flirts, cuddles, and kisses at every turn... Comparing Song Zhicheng like this with the always restrained and serious him before, it's like a different person.

She is not used to it.

Song Zhicheng frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

You Qian took a deep breath: "There is only such a big place at home, where else can I go?"

Why does she have the illusion that she is coaxing her grown-up son?

Song Zhicheng = rolling?

This hypothesis made her feel chilly, and hurriedly shook her head to throw away the idea.

Song Zhicheng saw her expression, unwilling to let go of her clenched hands.

You Qian quickly shook off his hand, quickly entered the kitchen, turned off the stove, found a bowl from the cupboard, and poured the boiled hangover soup into it.

When she came out with the bowl in her hand, she saw that Song Zhicheng was still standing there with water dripping from her body...

You Qian couldn't help being annoyed, "Why don't you wipe your hair?"

Seeing Song Zhicheng's good deeds made the floor wet, and when she has to clean the floor again, can't she live a more comfortable life?
Song Zhicheng obviously misunderstood, thinking that You Qian was concerned about him, his black eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I want you to wipe it for me."

You Qian: "..."

Putting the soup bowl on the tea table, You Qian pointed to the bowl and said, "It's still a little hot, drink it later."

In an instant, Song Zhicheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he stared closely at Youqian, those black eyes shining like stars, like blooming fireworks, shining brightly in the dark night...

You Qian looked away slightly, not wanting to meet his eyes.

After realizing that You Qian was caring about herself, Song Zhicheng's eyes and brows showed obvious joy. Of course, he didn't care about You Qian's little awkwardness at this time. Then, Song Zhicheng sat on the sofa, brushed his hair, and didn't care about it. He glanced at You Qian emotionally, and then couldn't help staring at the bowl of soup on the coffee table.

Looking, looking, the corners of Song Zhicheng's mouth curled up quietly.

You Qian glanced at him casually, ready to wipe the wet floor clean.

Song Zhicheng pursed his lower lip: "I'll come later."

You Qian was slightly surprised: "You?"

Song Zhicheng said softly, "Yes. Go back to your room and sleep."

You Qian threw down the rag, almost in disbelief.

Song Zhicheng actually took the initiative to clean up?

He is a man who does not touch the spring water with his ten fingers, and has a noble son who makes people think he is obsessed with cleanliness.

Would Song Zhicheng touch something like a rag?Does the sun come out from the west today?

The surprise on You Qian's face was hardly concealed. Of course Song Zhicheng saw it. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still said: "I made it dirty, I will clean it myself."

Since he took the initiative to clean himself up, it wasn't easy, so let him do it. Thinking that the big boss of the Song Group was willing to help her clean up, You Qian really threw down the rag and walked away.

When she left, that little gloating expression was really cute. Although Song Zhicheng had a serious expression on his face, the slightly curved corners of his mouth revealed his good mood.

After waiting for a while, the hangover soup on the coffee table became colder, Song Zhicheng picked it up and drank it gracefully.

Sweet and sour, very delicious.

After drinking, Song Zhicheng's chaotic head became clearer, and his stomach, which had been feeling strange after being drunk, also felt better.

then……

With a good mood, Song Zhicheng slowly returned to the bedroom, seeing You Qian already lying on the bed waiting for him, his mood became even better.

How can I say this feeling?

Song Zhicheng couldn't describe it, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop curling up, he felt that his exhaustion from this day disappeared in an instant, and then he really wanted to sleep.

The footsteps behind her were getting closer, but You Qian couldn't ignore them, so she had to turn around and said, "Can you go to the guest room?"

The corners of Song Zhicheng's mouth were slightly stiff, and after a while, he pursed his lips and said, "The bed is so big, and I don't take up space."

You Qian: "..."

Taking a deep breath, taking another deep breath, You Qian told herself not to argue with him, Song Zhicheng today is simply more childish than ever, so childish as to be ridiculous.

I don't know what medicine I took wrongly.

Why bother with a naive young child?To care about is to make yourself angry.

Song Zhicheng didn't seem to notice You Qian's irritability, his tone was suddenly very gentle, and he said slowly: "My son wakes up several times in the middle of the night, I'm used to it, I'll sleep here, and I'll take care of him when he wakes up, you can sleep at ease .”

You Qian scratched the quilt: "...I'll sleep in the guest room."

Song Zhicheng's eyes sank, and he said displeasedly, "The bed is so big, and you don't take up space."

You Qian: "..."

Thinking of the guest room and the bedroom, they are not all the same, and it is useless to lock them up. He can get in if he wants, so why bother?
Forget it……

You Qian smashed the jar, turned over immediately, turned his back to him, and closed his eyes.

　Thank you: Yushenjun's several rewards

　　Thank you: Yi Sheng's several rewards.

　　Thank you: Platinum's several rewards.

　　Thank you: The painting is deeply emotional, and the new journey is a big reward from the two relatives,

　　Everyone spent a lot of money, what? (*￣3)(ε￣*)
　　
　
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