Chapter 3 What a coincidence

Song Shiyu did not live in his home, and there was no place for him to live in.

His parents are splitting houses, and they can fight like a cockfight, and the roof is overturned.

In order to avoid the fire in the city gate and to prevent the fish from affecting the pond, and to make his own tranquility, he stayed in a hotel.

Who knew that I met Liu Jianglin.

She actually returned to Yongcheng too.

What did she do when she comes back?

It is definitely not the one who came back to celebrate the New Year. Now is the end of the year, and the busiest time in the entertainment industry, with various award ceremony, events, and parties. Liu Jianglin wants to come back to celebrate the New Year, but her agent will not agree.

Something must have happened when she comes back.

However, Song Shiyu is not in the mood to care about Liu Jianglin now.

He himself still has headaches to solve.

Before entering the door, Song Shiyu heard the familiar screams of his mother, as if he was about to cut through the sky: "Song Chengde, you dog-like thing that was fucked by a pig, I'm going to kill you!"

Since childhood, Song Shiyu has heard of many times he has heard of his mother scolding: I want to kill you.

The whole childhood was full of disgust.

He opened the door and entered the room.

The moment he stepped into the door, a black shadow flew over from the front.

Song Shiyu dodged with agility. The next second, the TV remote control hit the door panel in his ear, and died bravely with a crisp sound of shattering.

The thing must have been thrown away by the fuck.

Only his mother would curse people and attack them. His father Song Chengde has always been a slut, only for you to be slutty.

Sure enough, when Song Shiyu saw his father sitting on the single sofa in front of him, motionless, and as if he was dead. Every time his mother started arguing like this, he just said nothing, like an innocent victim.

And his fucking accuracy is so bad that the remote control can fly straight over his dad's head and almost hit his head.

When he was a child, Song Shiyu also complained about his mother, why did he get angry at all times? At that time, he felt that his father was pitiful and had a tigress.

Later I realized that some things are not as simple as the surface.

His mother's surname is Wei and her name is Wei. How beautiful she was when she was young can be seen from Song Shiyu's face, but it can no longer be seen from her current face.

Decades of marriage disputes and family trivialities have rolled her face over the firewood, rice, oil, salt and wind and frost.

When you have an unfortunate marriage, beauty is not old age or premature aging.

Seeing Song Shiyu, his mother suddenly screamed, with a look of surprise, and the anger on her face disappeared in a blink of an eye. She ran to Song Shiyu happily, with a light in her eyes, "Why are you back suddenly? You are on vacation?"

Song Shiyu hugged his mother, but the coldness was actually wrapped in his body, so he just hugged her, but the smile on his face was sincere. The tigress who had complained about him was now filled with self-blame. He should have understood it earlier and stood beside her.

"Didn't you two finally decide to divorce? I have to come back no matter what."

His mother frowned and said, "What do you do when I divorce your dad and I use your father to do? You are so busy with your work, go and go."

"He's back." Song Shiyu asked, "I've decided to divorce. What are you quarrel with him again?"

A look of panic flashed across his mother's face, and she smiled like a concealment, "Nothing."

She touched Song Shiyu's face and asked, "Have you had lunch? Are you hungry? I'll make it for you, what do you want to eat?"

As he said that, he was about to turn around like a top.

Song Shiyu grabbed his mother and said, "I've eaten it."

His mother remembered something again, and said, "Then you wait first. I haven't cleaned your room for a long time. There is a layer of dust inside. Don't go in first. Sitting on the sofa, I'll do it for you and then go in after it's cleaned."

"Mom, I've booked a hotel, I'm staying in a hotel."

"Hotel? What hotel is your dead child? When you go home?"

"It's okay, it's not convenient for me to go home."

His mother suddenly realized, nodded and said, "Yes, you are a big star now. There are many people here. Is it inconvenient to live at home? It's better to stay in a hotel and have security guards."

Song Shiyu didn't expect that his fucking spot would be "with security guards", and he couldn't help laughing and crying.

After talking, Song Shiyu looked at the person on the sofa.

The man was still sitting on the sofa, his figure was silent, like a sculpture, and he had no reaction to his return.

When Song Shiyu was about to say something, his phone suddenly rang, and it was called by the agent.

He had no choice but to answer the phone first.

"Have you met Liu Jianglin?" the agent asked.

Song Shiyu was a little surprised and asked, "How did you know? I just met her."

"Her agent just called me and asked me around the bush, why did you go back to Yongcheng?" said the agent. "You two have arrived in Yongcheng. If the media discovers it, it will probably be another bloody storm."

Song Shiyu thought of the hotel they lived in together.

There are many people and are very common, so it is easy to be discovered.

"I'll handle my affairs as soon as possible and go back early." He lowered his voice and asked again, "Why did she go back to Yongcheng? Do you know?"

"She's too strict with her mouth, so she can't ask." The agent sighed.

"I see."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

He said in a cautious tone, and asked, "Have the company urged you to go back?"

Song Shiyu turned around, smiled and said, "No, there is no such rush. When are you going to go through the procedures?"

His mother hesitated for a moment and said, "Just take these two days."

Song Shiyu asked: "How to divide the house?"

When it comes to this topic, his fucking face turns cold.

"Sold it, the money is half the money." This is his father's voice.

I haven't spoken, and suddenly a sound came out, a little abrupt.

Song Shiyu frowned. Before he could speak, his mother was already shouting: "I didn't agree, don't even think about selling this house! I've lived in this house for decades, and you can just sell it if you say it!"

...

Another tit-for-tat quarrel.

Song Shiyu persuaded his mother, thought about it, and took her to her grandmother's house.

"Live at my grandmother's house today, don't argue with Song Chengde. If he wants to sell the house, he will sell it. In the future, you can move to my place and live with me. If you don't want to live with me, I will buy you another house. It's not worth it for being so personal and being so generous."

His mother was still angry and scolded: "I can't let him take advantage of it! Taking advantage of it will be better than that!"

Yes, over there.

"Have they come to Yongcheng with him, too?" Song Shiyu asked.

His mother said, "They dare! If they dare to step on Yongcheng, I will find someone to chop off their hands and feet immediately!"

Until today, when talking about the mother and son, his mother still couldn't help but burst into flames, igniting her like a bomb.

After years of marriage, I suddenly knew that my husband was in another city and another family. This was enough to make all the wives in this world explode in place.

His mother is just the one who unfortunately stepped on the thunder among these many wives.
Chapter completed!