"He's my legal husband and we've been married for three years." Song Zhiyuan said with a smile.

Although he guessed that the relationship between Song Zhiyuan and Zhou Qichuan was not ordinary, but hearing Song Zhiyuan say this at this moment, Du Yanheng was still a little stunned.

"He married me out of necessity, I never wanted to be like a normal couple with him, so, can senior brother keep this matter secret for me?" Song Zhiyuan smiled again.

Du Yanheng looked at her, frowned and muttered for a moment, didn't ask anything more, nodded, and said, "This celebration of the company's fiftieth anniversary is very important, so I'll leave it to you to be responsible." ”

"Okay." Song Zhiyuan nodded without hesitation, "I will definitely work hard." ”

In the afternoon, everyone in the company received an email from Zhou Jiangyuan, the chairman.

The email wrote that in the three years since Zhou Qichuan was transferred to the European branch, the branch's income has doubled several times, and the performance has been outstanding.

Therefore, Zhou Qichuan is now transferred back to the headquarters, continues to serve as the vice president of the group, and like Zhou Jingyu, he has become a director of the group, and half of the more than a dozen functional departments of the group belong to Zhou Qichuan's name, which is fully managed by him, and the object of the report will no longer be Zhou Jingyu, but the board of directors.

In this way, although Zhou Qichuan is only the title of vice president, in terms of the power in his hands, he is already on an equal footing with Zhou Jingyu.

Song Zhiyuan clicked on the group's new management structure and saw that the human resources department had already belonged to Zhou Qichuan's name, and he would have to obey him in the future.

"Ding-ding-"

As soon as I finished reading the email, the landline on my desk rang.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at the internal line displayed on the landline, frowned slightly, and took the earpiece.

"Wait for me after work and go back to the mansion together."

"Can I not go?" Song Zhiyuan asked expressionlessly.

"What are you worried about?" Zhou Qichuan on the other end asked.

"It's okay, you're OK and let me know." Song Zhiyuan fell and hung up the phone directly.

Both of them are very busy, especially Song Zhiyuan, who has been promoted and raised, and the workload has naturally increased.

It was almost seven o'clock in the afternoon, and she was busy with the task at hand, and her mobile phone vibrated on the desk.

It's a message from Zhou Qichuan, a simple four words, [I'm in the garage]

Song Zhiyuan stretched his arms, raised his eyebrows, packed up his things, turned off the computer, and got off work.

Zhou does not have an overtime culture, and there is no additional pay for overtime unless approved by his superiors.

So at this point, the people in the company are almost gone.

When Song Zhiyuan came to the underground garage, he came out of the elevator shaft, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Zhou Qichuan, who was a few meters away, leaning obliquely against the car door, and smoking with his head down.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, and naturally she didn't know what he was thinking.

After one glance, she withdrew her gaze and walked towards her car, which was parked not far away.

"Come here."

Unexpectedly, she had only walked a few steps, and Zhou Qichuan suddenly called her, and her low voice was indescribably lazy and casual.

Song Zhiyuan paused in his footsteps and turned his head to look at him.

Facing his slightly narrowed black eyes with a faint smile, Song Zhiyuan groaned for a moment and walked over.

"You drive."

When Song Zhiyuan walked over, Zhou Qichuan dropped this sentence again, and then stepped on most of the cigarettes that had been lit and went directly to the passenger seat.

Song Zhiyuan was a little speechless, and after slowing down for a few seconds, she still reluctantly got into the driver's seat, then started the car and drove the car out.

"I'll sleep for a while."

Looking at Song Zhiyuan, as if confessing, after Zhou Qichuan finished speaking, he put down the back of the chair, lay down directly, closed his eyes, and slew.

Song Zhiyuan turned his head and glanced at him with a square face, "......"

All the way, the two of them didn't talk again, because Zhou Qichuan had been sleeping, and he slept quite soundly.

It wasn't until the car drove into the Zhou family's mansion and Song Zhiyuan parked the car and turned off the engine that the man next to him popped his eyelids and woke up.

"It's pretty steady." Seeing the people around him at a glance, Zhou Qichuan hooked his lips and smiled.

That bright and clean smile, like a big boy, was harmless.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at him, didn't speak, unbuckled his seat belt and pushed the door straight to get out of the car.

Zhou Qichuan rubbed his face, adjusted the seat and got out of the car.

"Hey...... Come and help me, my feet are numb! ”