Song Zhiyuan listened, frowning, "What did Zhou Qichuan smash?" Is it serious? ”

"Ashtray." Du Yanheng took in Song Zhiyuan's reaction, "smashed on the forehead, and the blood flowed down on the spot." ”

- Blood was shed on the spot.

Song Zhiyuan listened to Du Yanheng's last few words, his breathing was uncontrollable, but his expression was still calm and asked, "How big is this business with HD?" ”

"More than 10 billion."

Song Zhiyuan took a deep breath, nodded calmly, and asked again, "Is there still room for maneuver?" ”

Du Yanheng shook his head.

"Okay." Song Zhiyuan smiled slightly, "Thank you, senior brother." ”

As the words fell, she turned and pulled the door out.

As if nothing had happened, she continued to go to the pantry, poured a glass of warm water, and drank it with her head up.

After another cup, when she was about to go back to the office, she couldn't hold back after all, put down the cup, and strode towards the elevator.

On the top floor, after Zhou Qichuan returned to the office with his forehead that was smashed and bleeding, Zhou Jiangyuan still did not let him go, and chased him into his office with Zhou Jingyu.

"You are a rebel, you said, Zhiqing's fight against Su Wanguan has been in a lot of uproar for so many days, is it all arranged by you, the purpose is to cooperate with Zhuoyuan Group and snatch the cooperation with HD?"

Zhou Jiangyuan was furious, pointed at Zhou Qichuan and scolded almost roaringly.

Zhou Qichuan walked to the desk, took a few tissues casually, wiped off the blood stains that had covered half of his face, and then lifted his eyes, glanced at Zhou Jiangyuan with dark eyes, and asked with a smile, "When did Dad start, it's really an honor to look up to me so highly!" ”

"Zhou Qichuan, do you dare to say that you have nothing to do with Zhuoyuan Group?" Zhou Jingyu asked with a vegetable.

This collaboration with HD has always been in charge of him.

Such a big cooperation project was lost, and it was almost in his mouth, but it was snatched away from his mouth, where can he hang it on his face.

Zhou Qichuan's deep gaze swept lightly towards Zhou Jingyu, and asked in a casual tone, "Big brother thinks, what should I have to do with Zhuoyuan Group?" ”

"Don't worry, I'll definitely let someone find out." Zhou Jingyu gritted his teeth and was ruthless, "You'd better have nothing to do with Zhuoyuan Group, otherwise, Dad and I won't be able to spare you." ”

When Zhou Qichuan heard this, he couldn't help but sneer, "The cooperation with HD has always been the eldest brother in charge, but I have never interfered, what does it mean that the eldest brother is now pushing the responsibility on me?" ”

was questioned by Zhou Qichuan like this, Zhou Jingyu was angry for a while, his face was ugly like something, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "If you didn't only know that you were happy all day long, and Xu Nianhe was unhappy, how could Zhiqing do something to Su Wanwan, and how could there be such a big scandal, which led to constant turmoil, the group was greatly affected, and the stock price fell again and again." ”

"Zhou Qichuan, since you came back, nothing good has happened, but you do your own thing, and don't listen to your father for anything."

Zhou Jingyu said, sneering again and again, "Let me tell you, if you continue to do it and offend Xu Nianhe and the Xu family miserably, no one will be able to protect you." ”

"Qi Chuan, I'll give you two choices in the end." Zhou Jiangyuan calmed down, looked at Zhou Qichuan with a cold face, and said, "Or, within a month, you divorce Song Zhiyuan and get engaged to Xu Nianhe; Or, you will always get out of the Zhou family, and don't say that it is my Zhou Jiangyuan's son. ”

The door of Zhou Qichuan's office was not closed, and Song Zhiyuan stood several meters away from the office, and heard the words of the three people inside clearly.

In the office, Zhou Qichuan turned to the large class chair behind the desk, sat down in the chair lazily, and sneered softly, "Dad, what if I don't choose both?" ”

"Humph!" Zhou Jiangyuan looked at him angrily and snorted coldly, "I'm not dead yet, Zhou family, it's not your turn to call the shots." ”

When the words fell, he turned around angrily and left.

Zhou Jingyu also snorted coldly and left.

Song Zhiyuan stood four or five meters away from the door, and when she saw Zhou Jiangyuan and Zhou Jingyu coming out, she lowered her head and shouted respectfully, "Chairman, president." ”

Zhou Jiangyuan and Zhou Jingyu glanced at her, ignored her, and walked directly in front of her.

The corners of Song Zhiyi's lips curled silently, and after they walked in front of her, she stepped directly and walked towards Zhou Qichuan's office.

When she reached the door, she still politely raised her hand and knocked on the door.

However, after a few knocks, there was no response in it.

She just went in, glanced around the huge office, and saw no one.

However, the door to the lounge is open.

Seeing a ball of paper towels dyed bright red on the desk, Song Zhiyuan couldn't help frowning slightly, and raised his legs and walked in the direction of the lounge.

In the bathroom of the lounge, Zhou Qichuan was standing in front of the washstand, cleaning up the blood stains on his forehead, face and neck.

The collar of the shirt was also stained red with blood.

When he ripped off his tie and went to unbutton his shirt, the first button on the collar couldn't be unbuttoned.

Uncontrollable, he became a little irritable.

Just as he grabbed the collar and tried to tear the button directly with brute force, a boneless and flawless hand like a white wall reached over and landed on the back of his hand, holding his hand.

The woman's hand is really delicate and soft, slightly cool, suddenly holding her hand, Zhou Qichuan felt very comfortable, a violent heart, almost at this moment, it was immediately appeased.

He was slightly stunned, and when he lifted his eyes, he saw the beautiful side face of the woman in the mirror.

His wife is really beautiful, and her side face is better than her face.

The contours, eyebrows, nose bridge, red lips, everything is so perfect, without a trace of flaws.

In the next second, Zhou Qichuan lifted the corners of his lips and smiled, and a happy smile overflowed in his deep black eyes, as if covered with countless fine diamonds, extremely bright.

"Wife~"

He spoke, his voice low, mellow, mellow, melodious, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved.

Song Zhiyuan looked at him fixedly, because of the word "wife" he called, he actually breathed a little, and his heartbeat missed a beat.

"Turn around, I'll help you take it off." Effortlessly, Song Zhiyuan said calmly.

Zhou Qichuan looked at her from the mirror, the corners of his lips curled, and he promised the word "good", and then slowly turned around.

The four eyes are facing each other, their eyes are intertwined, and they are extremely hot.

Again, uncontrollable, Song Zhiyuan knew the heartbeat.

The man in front of him, with thin lips upturned, eyebrows as bright as a galaxy, and a little bright color on his forehead, face and neck, can only be described by the word "demon rule".

After two seconds of looking at each other, Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the collar of Zhou Qichuan's shirt, raised his other hand, and began to help him unbutton.

But before her fingers touched his collar, her two hands were held by Zhou Qichuan's big palm together.

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