They are not divorced today

Song Xinyan's voice was very soft, not harsh, and the two people present could hear these words clearly.

When Liu Zeyu turned his head, he saw a gentle man wearing glasses. He had a jacket on his left arm and a computer bag in his right hand. He had a slight smile on his face, his face was slightly pale, and his eyes could not be seen under the glasses. What emotions do you have.

The first time he saw this man, he couldn't compare with him at all. He was not as tall as him, and his appearance was not worth mentioning. The two were not in the same style at all.

Qin Mulang quickly pulled Liu Zeyu away from his hand, and said to Song Xinyan, "I'm talking to my friend."

The smile on Song Xinyan's face was still hanging: "Oh, then let's go home."

At this moment, Liu Zeyu felt that he was ignored by the two of them. He straightened his back and asked Qin Mulang, "Brother Lang, why don't you introduce yourself to me?"

Introduction, how to introduce?

Qin Mulang felt a headache. He didn't expect Liu Zeyu to be so stubborn. He didn't want Song Xinyan and Liu Zeyu to have too much interaction. Could it be that he wanted to introduce his ex-boyfriend to Song Xinyan?

"Next time, Xinyan doesn't feel well after drinking today, so let's go first." After speaking, Qin Mulang took the computer bag from Song Xinyan's hand, put his arms around Song Xinyan's shoulders, and entered the elevator door that happened to open.

Turning his head, Qin Mulang said to Song Xinyan: "I have a bad stomach, why have I been drinking? I didn't drink at the dinner party before."

Song Xinyan obediently let him support her, pinched her brow with her free hand, and whispered, "I didn't want to drink at first, but the boss came to sit for a while today, so I have to drink."

Qin Mulang said, "I'll make some porridge for you when I get home."

Song Xinyan leaned his head on his shoulder, the elevator door was closing slowly, he licked the corner of his mouth at Liu Zeyu who was standing outside the door.

Returning to the next private room, Liu Zeyu looked gloomy, and Zhao Yuanxi approached him and asked, "Why, are you angry with Mu Lang?"

Liu Zeyu said angrily: "He dares!" He picked up a bottle of beer and drank a glass, then said: "Brother Xi, I just saw the guy who married him."

Zhao Yuanxi knew who Qin Mulang was marrying. Like everyone else, he thought that Qin Mulang was just using that person to annoy Liu Zeyu, so he shouldn't play it too seriously.

He comforted: "He is not as good as you, why bother with him, brother Lang will return to you sooner or later."

Liu Zeyu just shook his head, and continued to drink: "What's that man's name?"

Zhao Yuanxi said: "It seems that the surname is Song. When Brother Lang married him, he planned to introduce us and treat us to dinner, but we didn't go. We only recognize you."

Liu Zeyu patted Zhao Yuanxi on the shoulder: "Brother Xi, thank you."

Zhao Yuanxi added: "But after that time, Brother Lang didn't bring him to our parties very much, probably because he knew we didn't like it."

They had known Qin Mulang for many years, and they hadn't reached the point of breaking up because of a stranger. Of course, they would continue to be friends.

After being comforted for a while, Liu Zeyu finally felt much better, and several other compliments came over to say a few words.

Sitting on the side, Qian Haoming chatted with Li Borui: "Do you think Zeyu still has a chance?"

Li Borui shook the wine in his glass, shook his head and smiled: "Who knows, anyway, I don't mix it."

Qian Haoming clinked glasses with him, and they looked at each other and smiled. The others didn't notice the change in Brother Lang, but they knew it.

Whether the two have a chat or not, they have already made a decision in their hearts.

Song Xinyan leaned on the seat to take a nap after getting into the car. She worked all day and had a meeting at noon. She didn't eat anything while drinking in the evening. Now her stomach is really uncomfortable. Seeing that he was not feeling well, Qin Mulang didn't bother him.

Karen Mok's "Love You Slowly" was playing in the car. The soft music eased Song Xinyan's tense mood, and the lyrics floated into his ears sentence by sentence.

——Walking with you slowly.

—— Slowly liking you.

——Slowly grow old with you.

Very nice.

After returning home, Qin Mulang threw down his coat and went into the kitchen to cook porridge for Song Xinyan.

Song Xinyan was lying on the sofa, with her arms resting on her forehead, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.

In fact, his stomach didn't hurt as much as he imagined, half of it was from the show.

If Qin Mulang didn't introduce the person tonight to him, he might not know who the other person was, but there were some things that he shouldn't say.

When Qin Mulang came out of the kitchen, he saw Song Xinyan himself pouring a cup of hot water and sitting on the sofa drinking it without sips. His glasses were foggy, and he didn't take them off to wipe them.

"What are you thinking about?" Qin Mulang sat beside him, took off his glasses and put them on the table: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately, I didn't eat much at night, and the wine was a bit high, so I looked worse." Song Xinyan said.

However, Qin Mulang saw that he was not very emotional, and said, "You heard what Liu Zeyu and I said." It was an affirmative sentence, not a question sentence.

Song Xinyan touched her face: "Am I being so obvious?"

"You almost scolded me directly, and you didn't say a word to me in the car, so you got angry." Qin Mulang said, and pressed his waist with one hand. He said he was sprained in the morning, and he probably would have been sore for two Genius is so complete.

"I admit, I'm very angry." Song Xinyan put down the water glass, put her arms around her usual pillow with a carrot pattern on her stomach, looked at Qin Mulang seriously, raised her eyebrows and said, "He said he wanted to get back together with you." .”

When they got married, they had a simple verbal agreement, no matter whether there was emotion or quarrel between the two, it was best not to stay overnight.

Qin Mulang was doing psychological construction on the way back, and he knew that this matter must be explained clearly.

"He's my ex-boyfriend." Qin Mulang paused at this point, "It's the one I mentioned to you before, the one I've been dating for five years."

Song Xinyan pursed her lips, hung her glasses back on the bridge of her nose, and waited for Qin Mulang's next words.

"He returned to China some time ago, and tonight was a reception banquet hosted by some friends. Zhao Yuanxi called me several times, so I could only show my face. I think he really has no other ideas." Qin Mulang was afraid of Song Xinyan. If I don’t believe it, I deliberately emphasized the latter sentence.

Song Xinyan lowered her head, and a flash of self-mockery flashed in her eyes: "You go to the ex-boyfriend's welcome banquet, and it's no wonder that people will directly say to get back together. Even if you don't have an idea, the other party must have an idea." It's okay if he doesn't say anything, say I'll be even angrier.

Even though he knew it was his ex-boyfriend, he shouldn't have gone.

Seeing that he was still angry, Qin Mulang held his hand and explained, "I won't go to the next party with him, so don't be angry."

Song Xinyan obviously didn't want to talk, and Qin Mulang also felt a headache. He thought he would deal with those friends tonight, but he didn't expect Song Xinyan to show up directly. They have been married for three years and have never had an in-depth discussion about his ex-boyfriend.

The smell of porridge wafted from the kitchen, Qin Mulang rushed in and opened the lid of the pot.

The topic of Qin Mulang's ex-boyfriend stopped here. Both of them deliberately avoided this topic. The more they thought about it, the more complicated things became, and no one would feel better.

Qin Mulang didn't want to recall the past when he and Liu Zeyu were together.

Song Xinyan also didn't want to know the sweet past between Qin Mulang and his ex-boyfriend.

After drinking the plain and tasteless white porridge, Song Xinyan's head was no longer dizzy, and her stomach no longer hurt slightly.

When Song Xinyan came out of the shower, Qin Mulang was reading an economics article, which analyzed the current economic situation and the trade war between two big countries.

"If you're interested, forward it to me." Song Xinyan said.

Excluding Qin Mulang's past relationship history, they have hardly blushed since they got married, so tonight was considered an accident.

Qin Mulang sat on the single sofa in the room at the moment and said: "The analysis is not bad, there is a concept that is quite interesting."

Song Xinyan nodded: "Well, go take a shower."

His face was light pink after being steamed by the hot water. His face was already white. Qin Mulang leaned forward and kissed his cheek, and sniffed his neck with his nose.

"It's slippery and fragrant. I also use the same body wash. Why doesn't it smell like you?" Qin Mulang began to move his hands restlessly around Song Xinyan's waist.

Song Xinyan was teased by him, twisted her waist, and stepped back: "Stop, stop, it's so itchy when you touch it, my waist still hurts."

Qin Mulang kissed his earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Okay then, I won't do it tonight."

Song Xinyan couldn't stand his magical mid-bass like a cello class, her body involuntarily became weak and numb, which could always seduce the desire in his body.

Song Xinyan gently grabbed his ears with both hands, and sighed: "Qin Xiansen, you are the reincarnation of a goblin, I think I will die in your arms in the end."

Qin Mulang blocked his lips, and his restless hands found a place to stop.

Do it, still have to do it.I have to take a shower again.

After a happy event, Song Xinyan and Qin Mulang lay comfortably on the bed. The two lying on their backs clasped their hands together, and the temperature was transmitted to each other's hands, which was very warm.

Song Xinyan yawned, then turned over suddenly: "My back hurts."

Qin Mulang followed, putting one hand on his waist, "Go to sleep." Song Xinyan pressed his hand lightly.

Before he knew it, Song Xinyan fell asleep. Qin Mulang listened to his steady breathing, kissed his exposed shoulder, and pulled the quilt back.

He couldn't help but reflect on his behavior today. He really shouldn't have attended Liu Zeyu's welcome banquet.

It has been five years since he broke up with Liu Zeyu. Although he has gone abroad, he has returned to the country quite a few times. Basically, it is because of his friends and family around him. They have met several times intermittently.

He also never thought about letting Song Xinyan and Liu Zeyu meet, he thought that they would not have any intersection, but he was actually very nervous about meeting unexpectedly today.At the same time, he was very clear that since he was married, he had to keep a distance from Liu Zeyu, so he took Song Xinyan away, a little worried that something out of control would happen next.

At first he didn't care what Liu Zeyu said to him tonight, but after being heard by Song Xinyan, he felt embarrassed and embarrassed.

Before getting married, he told Song Xinyan about his ex-boyfriend, but the information he gave Song Xinyan was very vague.

He didn't want Liu Zeyu's appearance to interfere with their current life.