I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 63 Song Qingyue, Let's Talk Well
The window was not closed tightly, and a gentle breeze came in through the small gap to lift up the thin window screen, and the sunlight seemed to leap in from the window, spilling all over the floor.

The petite figure was shrouded in a warm halo, and the fair face shone like a high-quality creamy jade in the faint sunlight. If you looked closely, you could still see tiny fluff.

Eyelashes as long as butterfly wings were drooping, and Song Qingyue, who was in deep sleep, looked obedient and gentle.

The eyelashes fluttered and trembled slightly, Shen Yichen looked away, lay down again leisurely and closed his eyes.

Song Qingyue rubbed her eyes in a daze and stretched.

His body was sore and his neck hurt, his hands rested on the back of his neck, shaking his neck slightly.

Opening a slit of eyes, she looked wantonly at the person in front of her, and suddenly, she shivered, and all the drowsy bugs were driven away.

He stared wide-eyed at the man who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and slightly raised his two slender eyebrows, "Shen Yichen?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Qingyue had no choice but to give up the difficult task of waking him up, got up, and went out from the room.

As soon as she left, Shen Yichen opened his eyes.

This should be the first time he came to Song Qingyue's house. He had never heard about Song Qingyue's family before, and he didn't even know that Song Qingyue's father died to save him...

His black eyes darkened, and he walked around the room, looking around at the memories that belonged only to Song Qingyue.

Finally, he saw a small photo.

The man with a warm smile is hugging a little girl, that girl should be Song Qingyue when she was a child, her eyebrows and eyes are curved into crescent moons, and her smile is calm.

but…

He touched the photo, and the other side was torn off, only Song Qingyue and her father were there.

"Don't touch my stuff!"

A sullen and clear voice came from behind, and in the blink of an eye, the photo in his hand was taken away.

Song Qingyue stared at him warily, "Didn't Grandpa tell you not to read other people's privacy without their consent?!"

"Feel sorry…"

Shen Yichen didn't refute her or quarrel with her. Song Qingyue raised her delicate eyebrows slightly in surprise, but her impression of this man was already extremely bad, and the little feelings in the past were not enough to support her to continue to tolerate it.

After glancing at him, he said with a cold face, "Since you're fine, leave quickly, I don't want to see you!"

"Song Qingyue, let's have a good talk."

"Talk about what?"

The defense and disgust in her eyes made Shen Yichen's heart ache suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and after a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't make trouble with me, the divorce matter I thought you didn't say it, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingyue let out a low laugh, with a strong sarcasm on her brows, "Master Shen, did you break your mind last night? Do you think I want to divorce you because of trouble with you?"

"..." The thick powerlessness wove into a net and wrapped him tightly, his forehead and temples throbbed slightly, he said, "I didn't mean that..."

"Then what do you mean?"

After Song Qingyue looked him up and down, she turned to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a document bag and handed it to Shen Yichen, "Since you're all here, I won't bother you, sign it!"

"It's easy to get together and part. Anyway, you didn't want to marry me. This mistake has lasted for five years, and it should be settled now."

"... "

He didn't pick up the file bag in Song Qingyue's hand, his slightly lowered eyes were as black as ink, deep and deep, "Do you have to do this?"

(End of this chapter)