She immediately struggled, "Hmm~ stop making trouble!"

Zhou Qichuan didn't go too far, just tasted it, then got out of bed, leaned over again, picked up Song Zhiyuan like a child, and asked as he walked to the bathroom, "Kite, what you said last night, do you remember?"

Song Zhiyuan honestly lay on top of him, yawned again and asked, "What did I say?"

"You say—" Zhou Qichuan smiled, "You love me so much, you love me more and more."

Song Zhiyuan frowned, "Is there one?"

"Yes." Zhou Qichuan replied quite seriously, "You also said that you will never be able to do without me again in this life."

"Snort-" Song Zhiyuan sneered lightly when he heard this, and nodded again, "Yes, as long as you don't mention divorce, I definitely won't mention it."

"Wife-" Zhou Qichuan carried the person into the bathroom, put the person on the washstand and sat down, looked at the person who was close at hand with a look of resentment, and put his forehead against Song Zhiyuan's, "In the future, we won't mention these two words again, okay?"

Song Zhiyuan met his gaze, deep, hot, affectionate and with a childlike negativity, and seemed to have a faint uneasiness, seeing that her heart immediately softened, and nodded deeply, "Well, don't mention it."

After the two washed, Zhou Qichuan took Song Zhiyuan to the cloakroom and picked out two sets of clothes.

One set of Song Zhiyuan's, one set of his own.

Song Zhiyuan's is a black chiffon shirt with a long white hip-wrapping skirt that is above the knee, while his is a black suit and a white shirt.

The two are a complete couple.

Song Zhiyuan's outside is covered with a camel-colored cashmere coat.

Song Zhiyuan saw Zhou Qichuan's careful thoughts, and he didn't expose them at all, and his heart was sweet, as if he had soaked in a honey pot.

When she was putting on makeup, Zhou Qichuan stood behind her, looked at her fixedly, and finally, took an eyebrow pencil and gave her a thrush.

Song Zhiyuan's eyebrows are well-shaped, and the eyebrows are thick, so he only needs to add a few strokes at the end of the eyebrows.

Waiting for Zhou Qichuan to draw nothing, Song Zhiyuan looked in the mirror, bent his lips silently, and teased, "The painting is good, it shouldn't be the first time, right?"

Zhou Qichuan is so innocent, "How about I paint my wife every day in the future?"

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, "No, if I stay at home on the weekend, I don't need makeup."

Zhou Qichuan smiled and hugged people to the restaurant for breakfast.

Breakfast was plentiful, freshly delivered and steaming.

After breakfast, the time was almost up, and Zhou Qichuan took Song Zhiyuan out and went directly to Newkang.

"Does Yang Mingyu know about our relationship?" After the car drove out, Song Zhiyuan asked Zhou Qichuan.

Zhou Qichuan smiled, "Does my wife want him to know, or doesn't she want him to know?"

Song Zhiyuan squinted at him, "It's better not to know."

Zhou Qichuan shrugged, "I'm sorry, he already knew."

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

"You're going to talk to him about our cooperation?" She asked again.

Zhou Qichuan held her hand, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it carefully, bowed his head and said, "There are quite a lot of things I want to talk about with Yang Mingyu, anyway, you are here, and you will know everything by then."

Song Zhiyuan nodded, "I'm from the personnel department, you two big bosses talk about business, and I don't seem to be able to intervene."

When Zhou Qichuan heard this, he suddenly smiled, raised his head and pinched the tip of her delicate nose, and said incomparably dotingly, "Who said that you are just the director of the general personnel department, you are still the boss lady, the boss lady is not happy and does not agree to let me do something, I will definitely not do it."

Song Zhiyuan hated him, and also curled the corners of his lips and smiled, full of happiness and sweetness, and couldn't hide it at all.

The hotel is half an hour's drive away from Newcom, and the two of them are talking and laughing, and before they know it, the car is close to Newcom Group.

Song Zhiyuan had no intention of glancing out of the car window, and when he saw the huge welcome banner hanging in front of Newcom's office building, the red carpet in front of Newcom's gate, and the dense crowd gathered there, he reacted that they were there immediately.

It's just that the next moment, she became curious again.

Today is the day when Zhuoyuan officially took over Newcom Group, Yang Mingyu, President of Zhuoyuan, was present, and Zhou Qichuan came to Newcom to see him, which is not surprising, why does she feel that the red carpet in front of the Newcom office building is now densely packed with people, as if she is waiting for Zhou Qichuan.

When the car drove closer, Song Zhiyuan found that more than half of the dense crowd were media.

More than 100 media reporters were all carrying long guns and short cannons, waiting in their direction.

And the people who were waiting in their direction were not only the media, but she also clearly saw Zhuo Mu standing at the front of the crowd, as well as Yang Mingyu beside Zhuo Mu, and behind Yang Mingyu, Xu Changming and Xu Nianhe father and daughter.

Zhuo Mu is Zhou Qichuan's chief assistant, what does it mean for him to stand with Yang Mingyu at this moment?

Moreover, Zhuo Mu and Yang Mingyu and everyone are clearly waiting for someone.

Yang Mingyu is the president and boss of Zhuoyuan, and he came to Newcom to receive Newcom.

At this moment, such a big battle, but Yang Mingyu, Zhuoyuan's boss, did not go in, but stood with Zhuo Mu and waited for someone.

Who are they waiting for?

In the midst of the lightning, Song Zhiyuan seemed to understand something, turned his head and looked at the man beside him.

Surprised by Shang Song Zhiyuan - no, it was a shocked gaze, Zhou Qichuan bent his eyebrows, and his black eyes smiled at her like a galaxy, but he didn't speak.

Song Zhiyuan looked at him steadily, his calmness and his self-confidence made her confirm the guess in her heart.

Suddenly, she smiled and said, "Aren't the people standing at the front who are Zhuo Mu and Yang Mingyu, the president of Zhuoyuan Group, who seem to be waiting for someone."

"Hmm." Zhou Qichuan rubbed the back of Song Zhiyuan's hand with his thumb and nodded, "They are indeed waiting for someone."

"Who are they waiting for?" Song Zhiyuan asked, and the smile on his face completely faded.

At this time, how could Zhou Qichuan not tell the truth.

So, he replied, "Wait for us."

"Today is the day when Zhuoyuan officially took over Newcom after acquiring Newcom, why would Yang Mingyu stand at the gate with Zhuo Mu and wait for us?"

obviously guessed the answer, but Song Zhiyuan still asked.

"Because—" Zhou Qichuan looked at Song Zhiyuan, paused, and said, "Wife, Yang Mingyu is my person, and he follows my instructions."

"What do you mean?" Song Zhiyuan continued to ask, his face becoming more and more unsightly.

The corners of Zhou Qichuan's lips were slightly curved, and he was silent before saying, "I am the real boss of Zhuoyuan."

——I am Zhuoyuan's real boss.

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