Song Zhiyuan glared at him angrily, and he really wanted to open his mouth and bite off his neck.

But when she thought of the picture of Xu Nianhe lying on him just now, she felt a strong nausea again, and immediately turned her face away in disgust.

Soon, the elevator reached the third floor, and Zhou Qichuan dragged people out of the elevator and back to the bedroom.

"Zhou Qichuan, let go of me!"

Song Zhiyuan was furious and struggled hard.

Zhou Qichuan didn't want to hurt people, so he stopped immediately and pressed people directly against the wall.

"What, I didn't vent enough?" He stared at Song Zhiyuan, his eyes full of playful and dissolute laughter.

Song Zhiyuan was annoyed, he didn't even think about it, and raised his hand and threw it at his face.

However, before his hand was raised in mid-air, he was grabbed by Zhou Qichuan and pressed against the wall above his head.

He pressed his head down, his forehead against Song Zhiyuan's, his thin lips were almost rubbed together, and he smiled lowly, "When you hugged Du Yanheng, did you ever think that you are a person with a husband?" Hmmm—"

"Phew!"

Song Zhiyuan was extremely angry, and her hands were restrained and she couldn't move at all, so she could only choose the rude way and spray a mouthful of spit on Zhou Qichuan's face.

Zhou Qichuan closed his eyes, hooked his lips, and in the next second, his head was lowered and directly grabbed Song Zhiyuan's red lips, swallowing all her annoyed voices into the mouths of the two people.

Song Zhiyuan didn't want him to touch it, he was anxious and ruthless, and he bit it when he opened his mouth.

"Hiss~"

Zhou Qichuan was in pain, and immediately retreated, "Iris, are you a dog, are you so ruthless?" ”

Song Zhiyuan stared at the man in front of him with his brows twisted, pushed the person away violently, and then pulled his legs and rushed towards the master bedroom.

Zhou Qichuan was caught off guard, was pushed and staggered back, and when he stepped forward, before he walked to the bedroom door, the door was "bang!" The sound of the lock was shut, followed by a "click" of the lock.

Lifting his lips and smiling helplessly, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Iris, open the door." ”

In the bedroom, Song Zhiyuan's back was against the door panel, and when he heard the sound outside, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his lips, and went directly to the bathroom to take a bath.

I don't know if I'm too tired, this night, Song Zhiyuan slept quite soundly.

In the middle of the night, she felt something like a stove against her, and she felt hot, and pushed it away, and the stove became entangled again.

When I woke up in the morning, there was nothing but her in bed.

When he washed up and went downstairs for breakfast, Song Zhiyuan clicked on his mobile phone by the way and browsed today's headlines and hot searches.

As a result, the top three of the entire front-page headlines and hot search lists were all Zhou Qichuan and Xu Nianhe.

She suddenly lost the interest in watching it, and just wanted to put down her mobile phone, but suddenly found that on the third item of the hot search list, the mysterious woman who was with Zhou Qichuan late at night was not Xu Nianhe.

Immediately, she clicked on it and took a closer look.

At one o'clock in the morning, Zhou Qichuan and a mysterious woman entered a high-end apartment, and then the two of them got out of the car together and entered the apartment building.

The photo only shows the silhouettes of two people, and Zhou Qichuan hugged the person, blocking almost all of the woman's face.

Song Zhiyuan can be sure that the woman in the photo is by no means Xu Nianhe, and her hairstyle and figure are inconsistent.

Who could it be?

Song Zhiyuan couldn't guess.

However, she really admired Zhou Qichuan more and more.

Being able to maneuver among so many women day by day is not something that ordinary men can do.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-"

Suddenly, the mobile phone vibrated in the palm of his hand, and the words "Mrs. Zhou" popped up on the screen.

Don't think about it, it must be because she beat Xu Nianhe last night.

"Mom."

"Song Zhiyuan, who gave you the guts, even Miss Xu, you dare to fight." Su Mujun asked with fire.

Song Zhiyuan took a sip of coffee calmly, and asked lightly, "Mom, if you see other women riding on Dad's body and want to do things in front of you, what are you going to do?" ”

"Cheap!"