"Mom, it seems that you don't want to see me come back!"

Zhou Qichuan narrowed his dark eyes and interrupted Su Mujun, his low and loose voice carried an indescribable ruthlessness.

He let go of Su Mujun's hand and grabbed Song Zhiyuan's wrist with his big palm, "Zhiyuan is not your punching bag, your grievances in this family are all caused by yourself, don't be angry with Zhiyuan at every turn." ”

When the words fell, Zhou Qichuan was about to leave with the people pulled.

However, Song Zhiyuan did not move.

"Mom, you're right."

Song Zhiyuan looked at Su Mujun, his eyes sneered, but the corners of his mouth smiled, "My existence does affect the harmony of the Zhou family, anyway, few people know that I am Zhou Qichuan's wife, your daughter-in-law, I think it's good to be my father's proposal just now." ”

Su Mujun didn't dare to offend Zhou Jingyu, and she was reluctant to let her own son be punished and scolded, so she could only take the blame for the past three years.

Unexpectedly, as soon as her voice fell, Zhou Qichuan's black eyes immediately swept towards her.

"Why, do I think I'm dead?" Finally, Zhou Jiangyuan, who was sitting on the sofa, spoke, and his angry voice was full of majesty.

"Dad, don't be angry." Zhou Jingyu immediately sat down next to Zhou Jiangyuan and gave him a good breath, "Qichuan is a younger brother, he will be beaten, I let him, it doesn't matter, I knew the kite at the beginning, didn't I give it to him." ”

Zhou Qichuan squinted at Zhou Jingyu, held Song Zhiyu's hand, and unconsciously tightened slowly.

Song Zhiyuan was in pain, but he didn't react.

"Yes, yes, it's still Jingyu who is the most sensible." Su Mujun immediately echoed with a smile, "Jiang Yuan, don't be angry, the food is ready, why don't you eat first." ”

Zhou Jiangyuan stared at the few people in front of him, snorted coldly, got up and walked towards the restaurant.

At the dinner table, even if Song Zhiyuan was no longer treated by the Zhou family, she finished the meal as steadily as Mount Tai as always.

After the meal, Zhou Jiangyuan called Zhou Qichuan and Zhou Jingyu to the study, and Song Zhiyuan was called to the side hall by Su Mujun.

For Song Zhiyuan, the more Su Mujun looked at it, the more unpleasant he became, and he was charming, and there was a seductive commotion all over his body.

What's more, Song Zhiyuan was originally the wife of the Zhou family for Zhou Jingyu in the early years.

However, Song Zhiyuan's father died early in an accident, and her mother gradually had mental problems, and the Song family was not as good as day by day, how could she still be worthy of her son.

"Since you don't want to live with Qi Chuan, and your father also wants you to divorce, then tomorrow morning, you will go through the divorce procedures."

Su Mujun commanded Song Zhiyuan, and his eyes were full of disgust.

"Okay, I'm fine." Song Zhiyuan sat down opposite Su Mujun, smiled obediently, but the next second he changed his words and said, "When Qichuan comes down, my mother will ask him again." ”

"You still dare to use Qichuan to press me?" Su Mujun immediately burst into flames.

In this family, except for the servants, even the two children born to her did not listen to her.

"Mom misunderstood."

Song Zhiyuan was still smiling well-behaved, "I was just outside the house, and my eldest brother told me that as long as I divorced Qichuan and him, he would ......."

"You're a bitch!" Without waiting for Song Zhiyuan to finish speaking, Su Mujun let out an angry roar.

Looking at the angry Su Mujun, Song Zhiyuan smiled again, "In my mother's eyes, haven't I always been like this." ”

"I don't believe it, you have been slept with by Qichuan so many times, Jingyu is still -"

"Mom, me and Zhou Jingyu, who is your own son?"

Suddenly, a playful deep voice came from the entrance to the side hall.

Su Mujun turned his head to look over, and Zhou Qichuan had already walked towards Song Zhiyuan with long legs.

He walked up to Song Zhiyuan and stopped, stared at her lightly with dark eyes, stretched out his hand to her, and said, "Let's go." ”

Song Zhiyuan looked up at him.

The moment she met his dark eyes, she smiled lightly, but did not raise her hand, but stood up straight and walked out with a swaying posture.

"Son, this woman will only drag you down, you have been kicked abroad for three years and it is not-"

"If I were your own son, be respectful to my wife."

Before stepping up to catch up with Song Zhiyuan, Zhou Qichuan glanced at Su Mujun with a cold eye, interrupting her to drop this sentence.

Song Zhiyuan, who was in front, couldn't help but sneer lightly when he heard this.

She is just a tool for their brothers to attack each other, why pretend to be so affectionate in front of her own mother, tired or not?

Out of the main building, Song Zhiyuan walked directly to his car.

When she opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, Zhou Qichuan also sat in the passenger seat.

"If you don't want to open it, I'll come."

When Song Zhiyuan turned his head to see that Zhou Qichuan was about to catch up, Zhou Qichuan suddenly leaned over and pressed over, propped up on the back of her chair with one hand, and his thin lips almost touched hers.

Suddenly, the breath of the two people was entangled.

Song Zhiyuan breathed and leaned back.

"Where did Zhou Jingyu touch you just now?" Zhou Qichuan lowered his eyes, and his hot palm fell on Song Zhiyuan's waist, constantly rubbing, "Here...... Or is it here? ”

Song Zhiyuan trembled lightly by his teasing, and immediately pushed him away, "Zhou Qichuan, you are enough!" ”

"Huh!" Staring at the woman in front of him, Zhou Qichuan lifted the corner of his lips and smiled, hooked his tie with his fingers, and sat back again.

Song Zhiyuan glared at him fiercely and drove the car out.

"Haven't lived in Xiangmi Mansion recently?"

Staring at Song Zhiyuan, Zhou Qichuan slowly unbuttoned the three shirts and asked her in a dumb voice.

Building 1 of Xiangmi Mansion is their wedding room, and in the past three years, Song Zhiyuan has lived there for at most one month a year.

Song Zhiyuan didn't lift his eyelids, looked ahead, turned the steering wheel in his hand and drove the car onto the main road, and replied coldly, "Yes, there are a few little fresh meat in Xingluo Bar, and they are not bad in all aspects." ”

Zhou Qichuan squinted his narrow Ruifeng eyes, recalling her words, the corners of his lips hooked a playful arc, the tip of his tongue touched the inner wall of his mouth, and asked faintly, "Can't I?" ”