"What are you doing?"

"It's so late, of course it's sleeping."

Zhou Qichuan threw away the bath towel in his hand and raised his legs to the bed.

Song Zhiyuan hurriedly turned his head again, "If you don't sleep in the guest room, then I'll go." ”

As she spoke, she lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

Unexpectedly, when she sat up, a strong arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Zhou Qichuan!"

Song Zhiyuan instantly became a little angry.

"Hmm." Zhou Qichuan was at ease, and turned off the floor lamp with remote control, "Don't make trouble, sleep." ”

Song Zhiyuan struggled, "Don't touch me, dirty!" ”

"What's dirty?" Zhou Qichuan asked, his low voice was calm.

Song Zhiyuan turned his head, and under the shallow silver moonlight, a pair of angry eyes stared straight at him, and sneered, "What dirt do you not know?" ”

"Washed." Zhou Qichuan's dark and burning pupils looked back at him, and his answer was quite innocent.

Song Zhiyuan was angry with him, "Don't tell me, you don't suspect anything about yesterday's motorcycle murder and tonight's suicide?" ”

Zhou Qichuan twisted his eyebrows, "What do you suspect?" ”

"Huh!" This time, Song Zhiyuan was directly laughed at by her.

No, it's angry crying.

"Sleep." Zhou Qichuan hugged the person and lay down directly.

"Don't touch me!" Song Zhiyuan struggled again, writhing in his arms.

Zhou Qichuan's arms were like steel bars, and he didn't mean to loosen the people at all, staring at the dark eyes of the person in his arms, and warning in a dumb voice, "If you twist again, I want to invite me to do something else?" ”

Feeling the changes in the man's body, Song Zhiyuan was instantly honest.

After thinking about it, she said, "I'm hot, you let go of me." ”

"Heh-" In the darkness, the man smiled lowly and seductively, "When I let go, will you kick me out of bed?" ”

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

Zhou Qichuan's chin rubbed against the top of her hair, "Don't think about it, go to sleep." ”

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

……

This night, Song Zhiyuan slept quite peacefully, and when he woke up in the morning, there was no one around.

When he went downstairs for breakfast, the housekeeper said that Zhou Qichuan went out at seven o'clock in the morning.

Song Zhiyuan didn't ask where he went.

After breakfast, she put on beautiful makeup, picked out a T-shirt and denim shorts, changed into a pair of bobo shoes, and went directly to the hospital to see Xu Nianhe.

Didn't Xu Nianhe want to ruin her face and ruin her work, then she had to let her see that she was doing well now.

If a person does too many bad things, he will always show his feet.

Therefore, what she has to do now is to stimulate Xu Nianhe if she has nothing to do, just waiting for her to show herself.

"Miss Xu, I see that your complexion is a lot worse than yesterday?"

Originally, Song Zhiyuan thought that Zhou Qichuan had come to the hospital early in the morning to accompany Xu Nianhe, but she didn't expect that when she was about to arrive at the door of Xu Nianhe's ward, she heard Zhou Jingyu's voice coming from inside.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Xu Nianhe's voice was angry and impulsive.

"Of course it matters, because I feel distressed when I look at it."

Song Zhiyuan outside the door, "......"

"Miss Xu, you don't know that Zhou Qichuan has been married a long time ago, and his wife is Song Zhiyuan who hurt you."

"So what?"

"Zhou Qichuan has true love for Song Zhiyuan, you don't know, in order to keep Song Zhiyuan's position as the manager of the personnel department of the Zhou family, Zhou Qichuan directly threatened my father with the cooperation with your Xu family."

"What?!" Xu Nianhe suddenly exclaimed.

Outside the door, Song Zhiyuan listened, and was also surprised.

"So, I see Miss Xu's deep affection for Zhou Qichuan, which can be regarded as feeding the dog."

"Even if it is, does it have anything to do with you?"

"Miss Xu, don't be angry, I'm here to help you."

Song Zhiyuan reacted, immediately strode over, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Seeing Song Zhiyuan who suddenly appeared, she guessed that she and Xu Nianhe's words might be heard by her, and Zhou Jingyu was not panicked at all.

The battle between him and Zhou Qichuan has long been a matter of the past, not to mention that Song Zhiyuan is one of the sacrificed chess pieces.

Of course, he didn't care.

Xu Nianhe looked at Song Zhiyuan's innocent outfit like a recent high school graduate, as well as the face with a smile and a pinch that seemed to be able to get out of the water, and his face couldn't help but sink even more.

"What are you doing again?"