Winter nights always come very early, just after six o'clock, and it is already twilight all around.

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

The living room of the villa was faintly lit out, and it was particularly dazzling in her eyes, how many nights had she wandered inside, waiting for him, looking forward to him...... But in the end, it was a failure.

Things have changed, and in retrospect, it is full of irony.

Seeing that in the drizzle, the snowflakes became denser and denser, falling on her face and wetting her face.

Song Qingge walked up the steps after being slightly distracted, and her fingers involuntarily touched the password lock, but as soon as she touched it, the slightly cold touch made her sober, this place was no longer her home. She withdrew her hand, adjusted her breathing, and looked up to ring the doorbell.

The door opens.

When looking at the person who opened the door, Song Qingge's brain was stunned, there was a moment of fragmentation, and his eyes looked at him in a daze, but he came back to his senses, looked down at his feet, and was a little cramped and uneasy, "I...... Come and fetch the piano. "Didn't he go to Hong Kong yesterday?

Seeing her look down indifferently, the big boss frowned, she just didn't want to see him Seeing the snowflakes fluttering behind her, some fell on her head, and she couldn't bear it: "Come in." ”

"No need," Song Qingge whispered, her eyelids drooping, "just let Sister-in-law Qing help me take out the piano." ”

The big boss's chest seemed to be pressed against something, and he was heavy, and he said angrily, "Sister-in-law Qing is not here." ”

Uh! Song Qingge was in a daze, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Trouble you...... Help me get the piano out. She desperately didn't want to be in the same space as him, because she would suffocate.

Seeing that her face was red from the cold, the big boss was depressed, 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 take something?"

Song Qingge stood at the door and looked through the open door to see him sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand...... Seeing his indifferent and detached appearance, her breathing was slightly suffocated. She endured the sourness in her eyes and walked in.

In the villa, which was exactly the same as when she was there, and 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 piano?"

The big boss didn't raise his head, his eyes fell on the book, "Third floor," he was silent for a while, and said, "The thing is in place, no one has moved." ”

Song Qingge went upstairs, in this house, every step, every corner, she is extremely familiar, it's just that now things are different, and the house has already changed hostess. In this house, for a minute longer, she felt like she was about to cry. She walked briskly up to the third floor, pushed open the piano room, inside, the cello rested on the stand, she walked over, neatly put the piano into the box, and then came out with it on her shoulder.

As she passed by the studio, she couldn't help but push the door open. In the studio, the easel was still in the middle, and the paints were also arranged according to her habits...... She pursed her lips, suppressed her emotions a little, and was about to leave when she saw several albums on the easel......

The big boss's eyes fell on the pages of the book on his lap, but he didn't read a word, but his hearing was attentive to the sounds upstairs: open the door, close the door...... He seemed to have clairvoyance, and he could even hear the sound of the lights on the third floor, and he could even imagine what her movements were......

It wasn't until the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs that his thoughts returned.

When Song Qingge went downstairs, he saw that he was still in the posture of reading, his steps were lighter, and when he passed by the living room, he didn't know whether to say hello to him, but he shouldn't want to see her...... She didn't stop walking towards the door. But before she could walk out of the living room, she heard his indifferent voice behind her, "Stop!"

Her steps were sluggish.

"Jean you can take with you," the big boss sat on the couch and looked up, "Leave anything else." ”

As if she was being shouted to catch a thief, Song Qingge's face was slightly red, she hugged the few albums in her arms, and argued: "These ...... It's mine. ”

The big boss's face was not very good, and he said coldly: "Just take the piano and go, or don't take anything away!" ”

It's multiple choice again!

Song Qingge frowned, and said resistantly: "These are all mine, why can't I take them?"

The big boss scolded, "Stop!"

She ignored him and continued to stride.

The big boss was annoyed, threw the book, strode over, and 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!" said the big boss coldly, "and I didn't say that I wanted to take anything else." He was silent for a moment, looking at the picture album in her hand, "Besides, everything in my house belongs to me." ”

She was slightly angry and said, "I bought the album, I bought the pen, and I painted the painting...... Why isn't it mine?"

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

Has he seen it?

Song Qingge was suffocated for a moment, and understood that he was making excuses, was he humiliating her? Humiliating her love for him at the beginning? She was slightly angry, "What about you?" I painted it, naturally it is mine, and it has nothing to do with you......

The big boss was sour, "Are you discussing with me about its ownership? Then we should discuss my portrait rights first," he scolded angrily, "Who gave you the right to paint me, is my portrait for you to scribble casually?"

Song Qingge was sluggish, what she couldn't say was that when she painted these paintings, he was hers.

Her silence made the big boss even more angry, 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 all divorced, what idea can I beat you?"

When the big boss heard these two words, his heart throbbed slightly, but he said without hesitation: "Yes, we are all divorced, and you still take away these paintings, what are you going to do?

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

Looking at her anger and listening to her ruthless words, the big boss frowned, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and he asked in a muffled voice: "Then what are you going to do 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 album, and then began to tear it.

"What are you doing?" the big boss was shocked, she moved neatly, she had already torn off several pages, he immediately grabbed it, looked at the torn pages, and he was torn alive on it, "Song Qingge, what are you crazy about." ”

Qingge looked at him coldly, "I have the right to deal with the things I painted, since you are afraid that I will use you and suspect that I have thoughts about you that I shouldn't have, then it is better to tear it up." With that, she reached out and grabbed the album from his hand.

The big boss hid the album behind him and frowned at her excited, "Do you have to be like this?"

"Do I have a choice?" Isn't it all gone? Why does he still humiliate her. How could he still have the right to question her? Didn't he avoid her and want to divorce her in the first place? Now, it's hers.

The big boss looked at her angry little face, that look, firm and stubborn, made him feel distressed, "Can't you be friends after divorce?" he frowned.

How ridiculous it is to be friends! Her ex-husband wants to be friends with her, is his brain in water, has he forgotten how he used a fake paternity test to humiliate her in the first place? She said coldly, "No." ”

"Why?" he asked.

"There's no why!" 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, he didn't want to be estranged from her, he didn't want to break up with her...... Suddenly, he had a headache.

Hearing his ridiculous words, Song Qingge smiled bitterly, "Mr. Gu, you proposed the divorce." You also said that you want to sever all relations. Aren't you slapping yourself in the face by saying this now?"

Hearing his ridiculous words, Song Qingge smiled bitterly, "Mr. Gu, you proposed the divorce." You also said that you want to sever all relations. I've done what you wanted, and now you're suddenly saying this, aren't you slapping yourself in the face?"

The big boss has a headache, his mind is messed up, it seems that a memory has been ignored, he urgently needs to remember, but he finds that the more he thinks about it, the more his head hurts.

Song Qingge turned around and left.

The big boss frowned, took two steps forward, and without thinking about it, he hugged her tightly in his arms from behind, "We...... Can you talk about it?"

At that moment, Song Qingge was stunned, her mind was blank, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were covered with snowflakes outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and suddenly, she thought of that morning, he also hugged her like this, and asked her in a low voice, "I want your heart, are you willing to give it?"

Time, as if stopped at this moment.

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