At this time, Song Zhiyuan asked, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said, "I guess it's the paparazzi."

Paparazzi.

Song Zhiyuan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was about to go over there immediately.

However, before she moved, Zhou Qichuan's big palms clasped her shoulders, and her low voice was gentle and said in a gentle voice, "You get in the car, I'll deal with it."

Song Zhiyuan looked up at him, his eyes were still a little red and a little wet.

At a glance, Zhou Qichuan was distressed to death, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Song Zhiyuan turned his head and pushed him, "Hurry up and deal with it."

"Okay, listen to my wife." Zhou Qichuan agreed, opened the car door, and watched Song Zhiyuan get into the car, he closed the car door before walking over there.

When the driver in the car saw Zhou Qichuan coming over, he began to turn pale with fright and break out in a cold sweat.

He Wuqu pointed and knocked on the car window, the reporter hesitated for a while, until Zhou Qichuan came over, he lowered the car window tremblingly, and then grinned at Zhou Qichuan and He Wu, trembling and speaking, "Zhou ...... Week...... Mr. Zhou, you ...... What do you mean...... Advice?"

Zhou Qichuan didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly stretched out his hand to the reporter and said, "Take out the camera."

The reporter opened his mouth and wanted to do a dying struggle, but under Zhou Qichuan's death-like gaze, he had to obediently do so and took out the camera.

Zhou Qichuan took it and opened the content taken by the reporter to quickly check it.

The shooting is not bad, quite high-definition, and it has been filming since Song Zhiyuan got off the car.

He fast-forwarded and watched it again, slowed down and watched it again, in the reporter's extremely painful almost waiting for death, Zhou Qichuan deleted all the photos of Song Zhiyuan, but did not delete the longest video, but returned the camera to the reporter, saying, "The video is good, from 1 minute and 8 seconds to 2 minutes, the middle 52 seconds of the video, can be broadcast."

In the past 52 seconds, Song Zhiyuan did not show her face, except for familiar people, no one would recognize her.

[52-second video in the middle, can be played]

Yes!

The reporter was stunned, thinking that he had misheard, and his eyes instantly widened as big as a copper bell.

"I didn't hear clearly, 1 minute and 8 seconds to 2 minutes, and the middle 52 seconds can be broadcast." Seeing that the reporter was stunned, He Wu took the camera in Zhou Qichuan's hand and forcibly stuffed it back into the reporter's arms through the car window.

"Do you have it on your phone?" Zhou Qichuan asked.

"No...... Not...... Nope." The reporter and the driver shook their heads like rattles.

Zhou Qichuan hooked his lips slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he turned around and walked to his car, and He Wu hurriedly followed.

The reporter looked at the camera that was stuffed back into his body, and then looked at Zhou Qichuan who walked away, and finally slowly came back to his senses, raised his hand and patted his face and asked the driver in front of him, "I just heard, I heard it right, Zhou Qichuan said, can it be broadcast in the middle 52 seconds?"

"Yes, you heard it right, that's what you understand." The driver nodded.

The reporter hugged the camera in his arms and immediately cried with joy.

Song Zhiyuan watched the situation here in the car, and when Zhou Qichuan came back and got into the car, she asked, "How is it?"

Zhou Qichuan went to take her hand and held it, "Rest assured, my wife shouldn't appear on the media network, they will never dare to let it out."

Song Zhiyuan glanced at him with disgust, and tried hard to withdraw his hand, but Zhou Qichuan refused.

She was speechless, put aside her head and was angry for a while, and under Zhou Qichuan's scorching gaze that could burn people out of two holes, she turned her head back to scorn him and asked, "Are you done?"

Zhou Qichuan looked at her, very aggrieved, did not answer her question, only said, "It is more important to accompany your wife."

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

She's really speechless!

"Zhou Qichuan, when you didn't even care about me in the past three years, I didn't do anything!"

"Wife, you are wrong, I didn't care about you, what happens every day in your country, someone reports to me." Zhou Qichuan confessed.

Song Zhiyuan, "???!

！！」

"You're sending someone to spy on me?"

"It's not surveillance, it's protection."

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

Well, what's the point of talking to him about it now.

"Go ahead and get busy with you, I'm fine."

"Then you'll go up with me?" Zhou Qichuan tried again.

Song Zhiyuan turned his head again and said decisively, "Don't go."

"Where does the wife want to go?" Zhou Qichuan asked, very obedient and smooth.

"I want to go back to Jinning."

"Okay." Zhou Qichuan did not hesitate, "Listen to my wife, we will go back now."

Song Zhiyuan was speechless, and turned his head to glare at him again, "You are Zhuoyuan's boss, come and show your face and run away again, what about playing at home?"

Looking at her, Zhou Qichuan couldn't help but bend his lips and smile, took the person into his arms, hugged her tightly, rubbed the back of her head and said, "It's still my wife's general knowledge."

Song Zhiyuan snorted, twisted in his arms, and did not break free.

"Then I'll take you back to the hotel first, come over for a meeting in the afternoon, and in the evening, how about you come with me to the celebration banquet for this acquisition?"

Afraid that Song Zhiyuan would refuse, Zhou Qichuan hurriedly added, "On a small scale, there are some high-level people in Zhuoyuan."

Song Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed, "You don't have to send me, I'll just go back to the hotel by myself."

"I want to send it." As he spoke, Zhou Qichuan held Song Zhiyuan's hand.

Touching him, Song Zhiyuan immediately trembled, immediately withdrew his hand, and raised his voice warningly, "Zhou Qichuan, don't go too far."

"Huh!" Zhou Qichuan smiled sullenly, "Wife, just upstairs, the people in a conference room, I was thinking about you. Do you know, I think—"

"Shut up!" Hurriedly, Song Zhiyuan withdrew from his arms, covered his mouth, and blocked the unspoken obscenities behind him.

Zhou Qichuan was like a sticky dog skin plaster at the moment, he took Song Zhiyuan's hand away and immediately hugged the person again, hugged him tightly, and sighed as if begging, "Wife, hold it for five more minutes, five minutes is fine."

Feeling his affection, Song Zhiyuan didn't move anymore, and let him hold him quietly all the time.

About five or six minutes later, Zhou Qichuan finally reluctantly let go of her.

At Song Zhiyuan's insistence, He Wu sent her back to the hotel, and Zhou Qichuan went upstairs, but did not go back to the conference room, but went to an independent office, and asked Zhuo Mu to move a stack of important documents of Newcom Group, and read them carefully by himself.

Song Zhiyuan returned to the hotel, and the car drove out of the underground garage of Newcom Group, when he received a call from the housekeeper of the Zhou family's mansion, saying that he couldn't contact Zhou Qichuan, so he had to call her.

"What's the matter?" Song Zhiyuan asked patiently.

"The chairman said, let the second young master come back quickly, he has something urgent to find the second young master."

Scold!

Song Zhiyuan sneered, "I'm not with Zhou Qichuan, and he won't listen to me, let Dad contact him himself."

When the words fell, she hung up directly.

.......