Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 315
The little chubby pier in her arms was restless, and moved around in Youqian's bosom every few times. After gnawing on her mother's neck, she went to gnaw on her mother's face. The paws are scratching around to play, the key is that You Qian happily let the child go, and the red lips leaned over and kissed the little fat pier...

Song Zhicheng's eyes gradually darkened, and his thin lips were tightly pressed. Although he really wanted to take the little chubby in her arms away, after thinking about it, he still endured it for the time being.

You Qian giggled: "Okay, okay, mom won't play anymore..."

Gun Gun opened his mouth and smiled: "Ahh..."

After yelling, once again, the saliva smeared on You Qian's face, You Qian didn't mind at all, but chuckled lightly: "Go away, okay, don't bite Mommy, Mommy hasn't brushed her teeth yet."

Regardless of the rolling, the little fat claw suddenly grabbed You Qian's clothes, stretched his neck and rubbed against his mother, only to hear...

then……

You Qian's clothes were ripped off by the little fat pier.

You Qian: "..."

Song Zhicheng's dark eyes sank, he stared at her chest for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go away, come to Dad."

You Qian's face flushed slightly, and he didn't insist anymore, handing his son to Song Zhicheng: "Take him out."

Song Zhicheng didn't want to, he hesitated in his footsteps, saw the urging look on her face, without any further hesitation, hugged the child in his arms, and hurried out the door.

You Qian climbed out of bed and closed the door smoothly.

Outside, hearing the sound of her quickly locking the door, Song Zhicheng's face suddenly turned ugly. He really didn't like her always defending himself against a pervert.

but……

Forget it, let's not really piss her off.

Song Zhicheng sat on the sofa with his son in his arms, and suddenly glared at him.

Song Gungun blinked and smiled: "Yeah..."

Song Zhicheng's black face: "Why are you laughing, you are not allowed to take advantage of your mother in the future."

Song Gungun pouted, then laughed again: "Ahh..."

Song Zhicheng put on a serious face, and said admonishingly: "When you are older, I will explain the truth to you." You must understand that you cannot touch other people's wives.

As he was depressed, he suddenly heard a ringtone.

Song Zhicheng turned his head, followed the sound, and saw that it was the mobile phone on the coffee table, not his own, but You Qian's.

Putting his son down, Song Zhicheng picked up You Qian's cell phone, glanced at it, and his face sank slightly.

Song Zhicheng picked up the phone.

"Qianqian, what are you doing?"

"I just saw Song Zhicheng's Weibo on the Internet, and now everyone is gossiping... Song Zhicheng is such a bastard... Do you know what he did?"

As soon as He Jiyu connected the phone, he spit out a series of words with a bang, almost without stopping.

After listening for a few seconds, Song Zhicheng sullenly said, "I am Song Zhicheng."

He Jiyu screamed, "Damn!"

pat...

The phone hung up abruptly.

Song Zhicheng stared at You Qian's cell phone, with the corners of his mouth bent, stared at He Jiyu's phone number, and dialed it.

Talking bad things about people face to face, but being caught, even a thick-skinned person like He Jiyu still felt a little embarrassed. After she hung up, she was in a state of panic when she suddenly heard her cell phone ringing.

At first glance, heh, it's You Qian's call.

Less than ten seconds before hanging up the phone, He Jiyu hesitated, but chose to connect.

Song Zhicheng asked with a straight face, "What do you want her for? She was too tired last night and was still sleeping. I'll ask her to call you back when I wake up."

After He Jiyu listened, his face turned red quietly.

What the hell!

What the hell!

What the hell!

This is brightly telling herself, is Qianqian tired from having sex with him last night?
Fuck!What does Song Zhicheng want to do?Are you just kidding yourself?

How about showing off his relationship with Qianqian?

He Jiyu's heart was churning, he opened his mouth several times, but he still hesitated to speak: "I..."

After Song Zhicheng finished what he wanted to say, he said directly: "It's okay, I'm going to hang up."

beep...

Listening to a blind tone, He Jiyu stared at the phone with fire in his eyes.She finally understood that Song Zhicheng's purpose of making this phone call was to show her affection, damn it... bastard...

After Song Zhicheng hung up He Jiyu's phone call, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly. After a while, he lowered his eyes and stared at You Qian's phone screen that had been automatically locked, thinking for a moment.

Then, output a string of numbers to successfully unlock the password.

Song Zhicheng's eyes sank, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of complacency. Sure enough, it was still the previous password.All her things that need a code to lock, come and go, nothing more than those few codes.

her mom's birthday.

her degree number.

There is also a string of unpredictable numbers.

After the password was cracked by him without any technical content, Song Zhicheng didn't bother to think about it any more. Instead, he quickly turned to the page of the address book and stared at He Jiyu's number.

You Qian’s note to He Jiyu is [My crucian carp]

My crucian carp?

Song Zhicheng admitted that You Qian called He Jiyu so intimately. When he answered the phone and saw it, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This is the main reason why he dialed back.

He just wanted to prove to He Jiyu that You Qian belonged to Song Zhicheng.

This is childish.

Song Zhicheng admitted that his behavior was very naive, but so what?
Just succeed in making He Jiyu understand.

Song Zhicheng flipped through the address book of her mobile phone, staring at it for a moment, and soon found his own phone, but only saw three simple words on it: [Song Zhicheng].

Song Zhicheng's fingers shook.

When did You Qian modify it?
Song Zhicheng remembered very clearly that she had always noted his number as [husband].

After the two got married, they kept using the previous address without changing it. He called her "Qianqian" and she called him by his name. Only between the beds, she occasionally called him "husband" when she was absent-minded.

I remember the first time I heard the phrase "husband" from her mouth, it was just like the sound of nature, Song Zhicheng wanted her to change her mouth from now on, but during the day, she always called him "husband" affectionately...

For this, Song Zhicheng has always been resentful.

But fortunately, the remarks of her phone number and various communications have always been "husband", which made him feel a little relieved.

Now, seeing the note that she had quietly modified, Song Zhicheng suddenly felt a little bitterness at the corner of his mouth. He hugged her to sleep last night and smelled her soft fragrance... the sweetness accumulated in his heart seemed to contain bitterness at this moment.

Song Zhicheng tightly gripped her mobile phone, staring at the screen of the mobile phone until the screen automatically went black, without moving her eyes away.

Dad seemed to have not responded to himself for a long time, Song Gungun sat in the stroller and opened his mouth: "Ahh..."

Hearing the baby's voice, Song Zhicheng suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at his son with dark eyes.

Song Gungun pouted: "Huhu..."

Song Zhicheng's disappointment disappeared in a flash, and the corner of his mouth raised again: "Father is here."

　Even later\(^o^)/~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)