Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 322 Your Son
Song Zhicheng stared at her intently, with a rare tenderness on his face.

You Qian was startled.

Her thoughts seemed to be transported to a long, long time ago. She couldn't remember how long she had waited for this day, how long she had been looking forward to. It was so long that she was desperate and gave up completely...

But, just so caught off guard, he waited for him to propose marriage.

What is this?

You Qian raised his head and stared at Song Zhicheng. When he saw her look over, he stared back at her with a pair of black eyes like a deep pool. His brows were clear and sharp, and only the corners of his lips were slightly tight, revealing a trace of tension in his heart. meaning.

You Qian slightly turned her face away, avoiding his sight.

Her reaction made Song Zhicheng's heart tremble suddenly, and his black eyes sank.

The staff working in the manor did not receive orders and did not dare to take a step closer. They could only wait and see from a distance. They could vaguely see the figure on the other side. What they saw in their eyes was a field of delicate flowers, gently blowing by the breeze. In the world like this, it seems that there are only a man with a straight figure and a slender woman next to him.

Silent.

Song Zhicheng clenched Youqian's hand tightly, holding the child in his arms, exuding a quiet and serious aura around him.

He lowered his head and looked at her fixedly, waiting for her answer.

This kind of atmosphere made You Qian flustered and made her want to run away. She blushed slightly and turned away, unwilling to meet Song Zhicheng's eyes: "Song Zhicheng...I..."

I don't want to get married.

One time is enough, I don't want to go through it again.

She really wanted to tell him right away, and reject him directly and simply.

However, just as You Qian opened his mouth and uttered a few words, Song Zhicheng looked at her, watching her expression, as if anticipating what she might say, and immediately interrupted her: "Do you want a son?"

he asks.

As soon as it exited, it cut her seven inches.

You Qian raised her head suddenly: "What do you mean?"

Could it be that Song Zhicheng wanted to threaten his son again?

Song Zhicheng's thin lips were a little white, and the corners of his mouth were tense, "Remarry me, your son will be yours, me, everything about me will be yours." This is simple enough to dispel her worries, right?

You Qian's astonishment was almost written on his face.

Song Zhicheng's simple and shocking answer caused You Qian to shake uncontrollably at that moment, but...

After the panic subsided, You Qian held back her confused thoughts and asked calmly, "What if... what if I don't agree?"

If she doesn't agree, is everything gone?
After asking, You Qian clasped her palms and tried her best to pretend to be calm, but she still couldn't help the panic in her heart. She raised her head and looked at Song Zhicheng quietly.

Song Zhicheng's eyes were always calm when he looked at her, without waves or waves, but such calm eyes made her inexplicably warming heart gradually cool down.

She felt that she had waited for a long time, maybe it was only a few seconds, or just a moment, but the torment of waiting made her flustered. At this moment, she was waiting for his answer, as if she was waiting for a verdict.

You Qian hates this, but she has nothing to do, Song Zhicheng grabs the most important and cherished person in her life as a condition for marriage, but she has to consider his proposal.

So, she hates that.

Hearing her words, Song Zhicheng's body froze slightly. He didn't say a word for a long time, but just looked at her fixedly.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze into ice at that moment.

After a while, Song Zhicheng suddenly let go of the hand that was holding her tightly. You Qian was taken aback, staring at Song Zhicheng in surprise, and couldn't help guessing his next move.

Under You Qian's gaze, Song Zhicheng raised his loose hand and approached her cheek little by little.

You Qian straightened her back and looked at him bravely.

Song Zhicheng's fingers were close to her cheeks, her delicate skin was just under his fingertips, he could taste its tenderness before touching it.

Facing the approaching hand, You Qian's thick eyelashes trembled, but she still looked at him without blinking.

total……

Can't Song Zhicheng just hit her when he becomes angry from embarrassment?
It is absolutely impossible for Song Zhicheng.

Thinking about it this way, You Qian's nervousness gradually subsided, but just as she relaxed, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, and a blush appeared on her pretty face.

Song Zhicheng's slender and beautiful hand gently arranged the few strands of You Qian's hair that were blown by the wind on her chest, strand by strand, and then carefully pinned it behind her ears.

Her nervousness made the corners of Song Zhicheng's tense lips relax: "The hair is all blown away."

You Qian: "..."

Song Zhicheng pursed his lips: "It's windy here, let's go inside the manor."

After finishing speaking, I will reach out to Rayuqian.

You Qian slapped it away: "I haven't said clearly yet."

Song Zhicheng stopped and frowned, "What do you want to say?"

Even with a straight face and frowning, he still looks so glamorous and dignified. This kind of man is proposing to himself, and he even refuses.

It is conceivable that he must be extremely annoyed.

When You Qian said that, he was actually ready to bear Song Zhicheng's anger, but he didn't do anything.This made her even more uneasy.

Therefore, she wants to know the answer sooner.

What would happen to him if she refused to remarry him?

You Qian looked at Song Zhicheng and opened her mouth: "I..."

Maybe because he didn't want to hear her refusal, Song Zhicheng suddenly interrupted her and said, "The son is still yours." I, too, am still yours.

Of course, Song Zhicheng couldn't say the last sentence no matter what.

You Qian's eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you serious?"

The son is your own?

Could it be that Song Zhicheng is willing to return the custody of his son to himself?
You Qian almost couldn't believe it, the joy on his face couldn't be concealed at all.

Seeing this, Song Zhicheng suddenly felt sullen in his chest, feeling disappointed, he said displeasedly: "But you'd better promise me, I can give you a period of time to think about it."

You Qian restrained the expression on her face, lowered her eyes: "No need to take the exam..."

Song Zhicheng held back his anger: "You Qian!"

You Qian looked up, and saw a trace of obvious anger condensed on Song Zhicheng's handsome face. When he stared at You Qian, his eyes were fierce: "Don't go too far!"

You Qian opened her mouth, she wanted to refute herself, but before she finished speaking, Song Zhicheng suddenly grabbed her hand without any explanation, and said, "Go back to the room first."

You Qian shook her head: "I won't go."

Song Zhicheng frowned: "It's windy here and the sun is shining. If you don't think about yourself, don't you need to think about your son?"

You Qian raised her head and saw Gun Gun sleeping soundly on Song Zhicheng's shoulder, her little face stained with a trace of sweat, although she resisted in her heart, she couldn't help softening her attitude.

Seeing that You Qian had started to loosen, Song Zhicheng raised his foot and immediately pulled her inside.

You Qian had no choice but to keep up with Song Zhicheng.

　It's getting colder, and suddenly it's Cavin again π_π
　　
　
(End of this chapter)