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Chapter 187 Can't You Be Friends After Divorce?
Winter nights always come very early, just after six o'clock, and the surroundings are already twilight.

Looking at the familiar villa in front of her, her heart tightened slightly. When she came to her hometown, her state of mind was still not as calm as water after all.

There was a faint light coming out of the living room of the villa, and it was particularly dazzling to her eyes. She had wandered in it so many nights, waiting for him, looking forward to him...but in the end, it was nothing.

Things have changed, in retrospect, full of irony.

Seeing the drizzle, the snowflakes were getting denser and denser, falling on her face and wet her face.

Song Qingge walked up the steps after a little trance, her fingers involuntarily touched the combination lock, but just after she touched it, the slightly cold touch made her wake up, this place was no longer her home.She withdrew her hand embarrassingly, adjusted her breathing, and raised her head to ring the doorbell.

The door opens.

When Song Qingge looked at the person who opened the door, Song Qingge's brain was stunned. There was a momentary fragment, and she looked at him in a daze. Pick up the piano." Didn't he go to Hong Kong yesterday?Why are you at home?
Seeing her bowing her head indifferently, the big boss frowned. Is that why she doesn't want to see him?Seeing the snowflakes dancing behind her, some of which fell on her head, I couldn't bear it: "Come in."

"No need," Song Qingge said in a low voice, her eyelids drooping all the time, "Just ask Aunt Qing to take out the piano for me."

The big boss seemed to have something pressed on his chest, and he said in a heavy voice, "Sister-in-law Qing is not here."

Well!Song Qingge was in a daze, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Please...pass me the piano for me." She really didn't want to stay in the same space with him, because she would be suffocated uncomfortably.

Seeing that her face was flushed from the cold, the big BOSS was troubled, and said in a cold voice as if impatient, "You have hands and feet, don't you know how to go by yourself if you want to get something?" After finishing speaking, he turned and went into the room.

Song Qingge stood at the door in a daze. Through the open door, she saw him sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand... Seeing his indifferent and distant appearance, her breathing was slightly suffocated.She endured the soreness in her eyes and walked in.

In the villa, the layout was exactly the same as when she was there, even a few of her paintings were still hanging on the wall, she endured her emotions, stood in the living room, and asked, "Where is my violin?"

The big boss didn't raise his head, his eyes fell on the book, "The third floor," he said after a moment of silence, "The things are in place, no one has touched them."

Song Qingge went upstairs. She was very familiar with every step and every corner in this house, but now things are different, and the house has already changed its hostess.In this house, if she stayed for an extra minute, she felt that she was about to cry.She quickly went up to the third floor and pushed open the piano room. Inside, the cello was placed on the piano stand. She walked over, neatly put the piano into the box, and came out with it on her shoulders.

When passing by the studio, she couldn't help but push open the door.In the studio, the easel was still placed in the middle, and the paints were also arranged according to her habit... She pursed her lips and suppressed her emotions a little. When she was about to leave, she saw a few picture books on the easel...

The big BOSS's eyes fell on the pages of the book on his lap, but he didn't read a single word, but he listened intently to the sounds upstairs: opening and closing the door... He seems to have a clairvoyant, even the third floor. The sound of turning on the light seemed to be audible, and he could even imagine what her movements were like...

He didn't return to his thoughts until he heard slight footsteps on the stairs.

When Song Qingge went downstairs, she saw that he was still reading a book, and his footsteps were lighter. When he passed the living room, he didn't know whether he should say hello to him, but he probably didn't want to see her... her Without stopping, he went straight to the door.But before she walked out of the living room, she heard his indifferent voice from behind, "Stop!"

Her steps faltered slightly.

"You can take Qin away," the big boss sat on the sofa and looked up, "keep the other things."

As if being called to catch a thief, Song Qingge's face flushed slightly. She hugged the picture albums in her arms tightly, and argued: "These... are mine."

The big boss's face was not very good, and he said in a cold voice: "Just take the piano, or you are not allowed to take anything! You choose one."

Another multiple choice question!
He is too domineering!Song Qingge frowned, and said conflictingly: "These are all mine, why can't I take them away?" After that, she ignored him and strode towards the door.

The big boss reprimanded slightly, "Stop!"

She ignored him and continued to stride.

The big boss became furious, threw away the book, strode over, grabbed her arm, "Leave the painting!"

Song Qingge struggled, pushed him away, and looked at him angrily, "You are unreasonable, these things are mine."

"You only said to take the piano!" The big boss said coldly, "You didn't say to take other things." He was silent for a while, looking at the album in her hand, "Besides, everything in my house belongs to me."

She was slightly annoyed, and said, "I bought the album, I bought the pen, I drew the paintings...why aren't they mine?" She poured all her emotions into these albums.

"But in the picture book, it's me!" The big boss said with a frown.

Has he seen it?
Song Qingge suffocated for a moment, and understood that he was making excuses. Was he humiliating her?To humiliate her original love for him?She was slightly annoyed, "So what if it's you? I drew it, of course it's mine, and it has nothing to do with you..."

The big BOSS felt sour, "Are you discussing its ownership right with me? Then we should discuss my portrait right first," he angrily said, "Who gave you the right to paint me? My portrait belongs to anyone. Did you scribble casually?"

Song Qingge froze slightly. What she couldn't say was that when these paintings were drawn, he belonged to her.

Her silence made the big boss even angrier, and he blurted out: "What are your intentions and ideas? Who knows if you will use my portrait for other purposes."

"Why are you so unreasonable?" Song Qingge's eyes were wet, thinking that he was messing around, "We are both divorced, what can I do to you?"

divorce?When the big boss heard these two words, his heart ached slightly, but he said indiscriminately: "Yes, we are all divorced, and you still took all these paintings away. What are you doing? As a souvenir? He was slightly silent, "Or do you never forget me?"

Song Qingge was irritated as if she had been poked into her heart, her lips trembled slightly, and she said in a cold voice, "Mr. Gu, you are too conceited, you think that you humiliate me and my child with a paternity test, Will I still miss you?" She sneered, "I hate you, it's too late to hate you, how could I have other thoughts about you," she said cruelly: "If I can, I don't want to see you in my life you!"

Seeing her anger and listening to her heartless words, the big boss frowned, as if his heart was being torn apart, the pain was unbearable, he asked in a muffled voice, "Then what are you doing with the painting?"

Song Qingge lowered her head and looked at the album in her hand, yes, what did she do with the album?She put down the cello, opened his picture album, and started tearing.

"What are you doing?" The big boss was shocked. She moved quickly and had already torn several pages. He immediately snatched them over and looked at the torn pages. He was torn apart, "Song Qingge, What are you crazy about?"

Qingge looked at him coldly, "I have the right to dispose of what I drew. Since you are afraid that I will take advantage of you and suspect that I have unreasonable thoughts about you, you might as well tear it up." , she reached out to snatch the album in his hand.

The big boss hid the album behind him, frowned and looked at her excitedly, "Is this what you have to do?"

"Do I have a choice?" Haven't they already left?How could he keep humiliating her blindly.How could he still have the right to question her?Didn't he resolutely avoid her back then and wanted to divorce her?Now, it was her fault.

The big boss looked at her angry little face, which was firm and stubborn, which made his heart ache. "Can't we be friends after divorce?" He frowned.

be friends?How ridiculous!Her ex-husband wants to be friends with her, has he lost his mind, has he forgotten how he used the fake paternity test to humiliate her?She said coldly, "No."

"Why?" he asked.

"No reason!" Song Qingge said coldly.

"Could it be...do we have to be so tense between us?" He was heartbroken, and suddenly, he realized that in his subconscious, he didn't want to leave her, be unfamiliar with her, or break up with her...Suddenly, he I have a headache.

Hearing his absurd words, Song Qingge smiled wryly, "Mr. Gu, you are the one who proposed the divorce. You also said that you want to sever all relationships. Aren't you slapping yourself in the face when you say this now?"

Hearing his absurd words, Song Qingge smiled wryly, "Mr. Gu, you were the one who proposed the divorce. It was you who said to sever all ties. I have already fulfilled your wish, but now you are suddenly saying these things, it is not a slap in the face Your own face?"

The big boss had a severe headache, and his mind was in a mess. It seemed that a memory had been neglected. He urgently wanted to remember it, but found that the more he thought about it, the more painful it became.

Song Qingge turned around and left.

The big boss frowned, took two steps forward, and without even thinking about it, he hugged her tightly from behind, "Can we...can we have a good talk?"

At that moment, Song Qingge was stunned, her mind went blank, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of snowflakes outside the french window. Suddenly, she thought of that morning, when he hugged her like this, and asked her in a low voice, "Would you like me?" I want your heart, are you willing to give it?"

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Suddenly, without warning, the door of the villa opened.

(End of this chapter)