After Song Zhiyuan got off work, he returned to Xiangmi Mansion.

I don't know if Zhou Qichuan confessed to the housekeeper, when she arrived home, the hot meal was just served on the table.

In fact, in the past three years, although Zhou Qichuan is abroad, he knows her every move in Jinning.

Although Song Zhiyuan doesn't spend much time with Zhou Qichuan, she knows that Zhou Qichuan is a paranoid person, his things are his people, restless, and the end will be miserable.

went upstairs to change clothes, and when he went downstairs, Song Zhiyuan habitually took out his mobile phone and walked to the restaurant while watching.

After reading the WeChat message for a few days, she clicked on Weibo, and coincidentally, at a glance, she saw a photo of Zhou Qichuan and Xu Nianhe participating in a high-end commercial cocktail party posted by an entertainment weekly a minute ago.

is still boldly speculating that the two are in pairs all day long, whether the wedding date is approaching.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at it and slid over.

When she sat down at the table, she looked, hey, it was all her favorite dishes.

"Madam, these dishes are all made by the second master, and he said you like it." The housekeeper was on the side, smiling while serving soup to Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan took a mouthful of food and put it in his mouth, and then raised his eyes to look at the housekeeper, "......"

Zhou Qichuan is really a proper scumbag, it's okay to have money and beauty, the most important thing is that eating it doesn't affect him at all, as long as it's a woman, he can coax you well.

After dinner, she went to the garden to eat while making a video call with her mother Liu Mengyun.

Liu Mengyun is in good spirits and everything is normal.

Song Zhiyuan remembered the photo and wanted to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed it alive.

Let's wait until Friday night when I go to the nursing home.

The mother and daughter chatted for half an hour, and after ending the call, Song Zhiyuan went back to the bedroom.

The master bedroom on the third floor is a large ensuite, and the study is connected to the bedroom.

She sat down at her desk, turned on the computer, and checked Su Wanwan's information.

She knows very little about Su Wanguan, and checking her information is purely because Zhou Qichuan wants her to perform at the group's 50th anniversary celebration.

Su Wanwan originally danced ballet, but later changed to classical dance, and her reputation abroad is greater than that in China.

Probably Su Wanguan is white, clean, soft, weak, slender and slender, with the temperament of a classical beauty, so she dances classical dance, and the charm is really good, with every eyebrow and glance, it is a story.

From the perspective of the professional field alone, Song Zhiyuan admires Su Wanguan.

Since she is in charge of the celebration, she can't be sloppy about who to invite, what programs to perform, and what to dress.

Of course, since it is the group's own celebration, the performances cannot be all invited, and more than a dozen programs must be arranged within the group.

Watching Su Wanguan's performance video until ten o'clock, she couldn't stand it anymore, she yawned, closed the computer and went to take a shower.

About ten minutes after she entered the bathroom, the sound of a car engine could be heard downstairs.

Zhou Qichuan went upstairs, entered the bedroom, tore off his tie, took off his suit and threw it on the sofa, and glanced around the huge bedroom, but found no one.

Just as he was about to go to the bathroom, Song Zhiyuan's mobile phone "buzzed-" "buzz-" on the desk, vibrating non-stop.

The narrow eyebrows twisted, Zhou Qichuan went over and took the mobile phone to take a look.

It was a WeChat message from Xia Xingluo.

Immediately his fingers fell, and he expertly unlocked them.

【!】 Zhou Qichuan, that scumbag bastard, has been in and out with Xu Nianhe all day long, and I am not enough, and now he is openly talking about marriage, is he still a person? 】

[No, it should be said that he is still not a man after all, and he is not clear about his identity as a married man]

[Iris, since Zhou scumbag is so unmasculine and doesn't cherish you so much, let's not wronged ourselves]

[Don't you like Ye Yanpei very much, he has been filming in my brother's crew recently, and after work tomorrow, my sister will take you to visit the class and introduce you to you]

[It is said that Ye Yanpei doesn't have a girlfriend, and he still likes your type]

- Ye Yanpei.

Zhou Qichuan narrowed his dark eyes, stared at the words on the mobile phone screen, searched for information about Ye Yanpei in his mind, and laughed "snort~".

He pressed WeChat to speak, put the mobile phone close to his mouth, and almost grinded the back socket and said word by word, "Xia Xingluo, if you dare to send a man to my wife, I will let you have no man in your life." ”

When the words fell, he let go of his finger to send the voice, and then, long pressed the information in the dialog box to delete the few messages that Xia Xingluo had just sent and one voice he had sent.

Just when he put the phone back, the bathroom door clicked softly, and it was pulled open from the inside, and Song Zhiyuan came out of it wrapped in a bath towel.

HER 168CM HEIGHT, THE WIDTH OF THE BATH TOWEL, CAN COVER THE KEY PARTS FROM TOP TO BOTTOM, AND A PAIR OF STRAIGHT AND WHITE LONG LEGS ARE ALMOST ALL EXPOSED TO THE AIR.

She was about to walk in the direction of the cloakroom with her bath towel in her hands, when she raised her eyes and saw a man standing in front of the desk, his eyes looking straight at her, and then holding his mobile phone in his hand.

After the eyes of the two staggered for a second, Song Zhiyuan retracted his gaze and continued to walk towards the cloakroom.

But after taking a step, she stopped again, turned her head, and her eyes fell on Zhou Qichuan's big hand holding the phone.

The man's hands are really good-looking, fair and slender, with distinct bones, particularly sexy, and especially flirtatious.

"What are you doing with my phone?" Realizing that it was his mobile phone, Song Zhiyuan frowned and asked.

Zhou Qichuan stared at the person, smiled, raised his hand and touched his nose, "I didn't see you, I was about to call you." ”

Song Zhiyuan glanced at him, didn't say anything, and went straight into the cloakroom.

Zhou Qichuan stared at her thin back and two long white legs, licked his lips unconsciously with the tip of his tongue, put down his mobile phone and paced over.

In the cloakroom, Song Zhiyuan was looking for pajamas with long sleeves and long pants, she clearly remembered that there was a set before, but now she can't find it, hanging in the wardrobe, a row of silk sundress nightdresses.

Just as she opened the drawer below to continue searching, a large warm palm suddenly reached her body.

Song Zhiyuan turned around sharply as if he had been burned.

"Empty, wait for me! Hmmm—"

Zhou Qichuan propped up one hand on the wardrobe door next to Song Zhiyuan's ear, and continued to make trouble with the other hand, pressing his head down, almost biting her ear, and his low and mellow voice was particularly sultry.

Song Zhiyuan hurriedly put his hands on his chest, slightly widened the distance between the two people, and pulled his lips without smiling, "What smell does you have, it smells bad, go wash it." ”

Zhou Qichuan hooked his lips and smiled, and he was about to kiss people when he blocked them.

Song Zhiyuan tilted his head very quickly and avoided his kiss, "Do you wash it?" ”

......