Thinking back to everything that happened this morning, she felt like she was in a different world.

"Ho Five." She suddenly opened her mouth and called He Wu, who was driving in front.

"Ma'am." He Wu glanced at her through the endoscope.

"Your cigarettes are too rushed, let's change the brand next time." Song Zhiyuan said with a smile.

The corners of He Wu's lips also turned upwards and said, "Okay."

Who knows, Song Zhiyuan's heart-rending cough just now was because his cigarette was not good, or because of something else.

Suddenly, Song Zhiyuan's mobile phone rang again, it was Xia Xingluo.

As soon as Xia Xingluo saw the report, his jaw dropped in surprise, and he immediately called Song Zhiyuan to confirm and asked if the content of the report was true.

"Well, sort of." Song Zhiyuan nodded and said.

「OH，MYGOD!」「 Sister Iris, please take care of you."

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

The two chatted nonsense for nearly half an hour, and only after the car stopped at the door of the hotel did Song Zhiyuan hang up the phone.

Just came in a few WeChats, Song Zhiyuan clicked on his mobile phone to see, one of which was Ji Yanli's.

He forwarded a headline report to her, undoubtedly about Zhou Qichuan, and asked her, [Iris, is this true? 】

Song Zhiyuan didn't click on the report to read it, but he knew the content of the report very well.

She hesitated for a moment and replied, "Well, it's true. 】

The message was sent, and there was no response on the other end.

Song Zhiyuan waited for a few minutes, but couldn't wait for a reply, so he sent another one, [If you are free this weekend, I will go to you. 】

Soon, Ji Yanli replied, saying, "Come if you want to. 】

[Okay.] Song Zhiyuan replied, then put away his phone and got out of the car.

At noon, Zhou Qichuan ordered a meal for her and sent it to the room, she had no appetite, she ate a little casually, got up from a nap, sat in front of the computer and was busy until five o'clock in the afternoon, and was thinking about what to wear to participate in the celebration banquet with Zhou Qichuan in the evening, Zhou Qichuan came back.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, Song Zhiyuan was picking out clothes in the cloakroom of the room, and he was about to go out to have a look, when he heard the familiar "wife".

Immediately, she curled her lips and smiled, and continued to pick out clothes.

When she came to Jiang Huai this time, she brought two sets of casual and two sets of professional clothes, which were not suitable for the celebration banquet.

Zhou Qichuan glanced at the living room and dining room outside, and didn't see Song Zhiyuan's person, so he went directly into the bedroom.

Seeing the light in the cloakroom, he bent his eyebrows, turned his toes, and went to the cloakroom.

Sure enough, Song Zhiyuan was standing in front of the wardrobe, looking at the few clothes hanging inside, with a sad face.

Zhou Qichuan went over, hugged her from behind, buried his face in the hair of her neck socket, sucked the smell of her body, and then, the thin lips went along her neck, all the way up, slid over her ears, and rubbed against her cheeks.

"Hmm~" Song Zhiyuan snorted softly, avoided it, turned his head to look at him, and asked, "Are you done?"

"Well, almost." Zhou Qichuan persevered, his thin lips slid to the corners of her lips again, and asked, "Wife picking clothes?"

"Hmm." Song Zhiyuan also gave up, too lazy to stop him, and exhaled and said, "I don't know which outfit to wear at night."

Zhou Qichuan smiled, turned the person in his arms, hooked Song Zhiyuan's chin with his long knuckled fingers, and said with a graceful but serious look, "When my wife doesn't wear anything, she looks the best."

Song Zhiyuan scolded him fiercely, "Could it be the emperor's new clothes? Then I will wear the emperor's new clothes to accompany you to the celebration banquet tonight."

Zhou Qichuan, "......"

With his head pressed down, he directly opened his mouth and bit Song Zhiyuan's red lips lightly, and then took out his mobile phone and called Zhuo Mu.

After reporting Song Zhiyuan's size, he asked Zhuo Mu to arrange for someone to send a few sets of dresses and jewelry, the color was elegant, and the style was simple and generous.

Song Zhiyuan's style, Zhuo Mu still understood, and immediately nodded and asked people to do things.

"Why do you look for Zhuo Mu for everything, is he very idle?" See Zhou Qi

Chuan hung up the phone, and Song Zhiyuan complained casually.

Zhou Qichuan put down his phone, "What, my wife feels sorry for him?"

Song Zhiyuan glanced at him and was about to leave, but he was directly hugged by Zhou Qichuan, and then he spun around quickly and pressed to the wall on one side.

"What?" Song Zhiyuan pushed him and asked.

"Wife~" Zhou Qichuan buried his head and grinded with her ears and temples, "We have been separated since the morning, I haven't seen you for six hours, and I have touched you."

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

Is this dog man really sexually transformed?

"What do you want?" She asked knowingly.

Zhou Qichuan raised his head, two flames jumped in a pair of black eyes, staring at Song Zhiyuan who was close at hand with great brightness, and asked in a dumb voice, "Wife, don't you want me?"

Song Zhiyuan raised his head and looked at him fixedly, not knowing whether he was eagerly summoned by his affection, or if he really missed him very much.

In short, after looking at each other for a few seconds, Song Zhiyuan's arms took the initiative to hook his neck, close his eyes, and kiss him.

In the next second, Zhou Qichuan was anti-guest and sucked her deeply......

When the doorbell was ringed, the two of them were finished, and Song Zhiyuan was on it, panting.

Hearing the doorbell, she turned over and got down, and was immediately hugged into her arms by Zhou Qichuan again, and her hot lips fell on the center of her eyebrows.

"Wife, you're awesome!" Zhou Qichuan smiled like a demon, his face was full of happiness.

Song Zhiyuan closed his eyes and didn't look at him, only pushed him and said, "Get dressed and go open the door."

"Okay." Zhou Qichuan agreed, kissed her again, and then got out of bed, covered Song Zhiyuan with a quilt, got dressed, and then went to open the door.

It was the giver of the dress and jewelry who arrived.

More than a dozen people, hula la into the suite.

Zhou Qichuan asked people to take out the dress and jewelry and show it.

Six dresses, six jewels.

Two of the dresses, he thought were good, because they didn't show what they should have shown.

He glanced at the jewels and left them all.

When everyone left, Song Zhiyuan wrapped a bathrobe and came out of the bedroom, and when he saw the six sets of jewelry of various colors and gemstones placed on the coffee table, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said, "I feel like you are an upstart."

Zhou Qichuan smiled and took Song Zhiyuan to sit on his lap, "What, my wife doesn't like it?"

Song Zhiyuan shook his head and sighed helplessly.

After going to take a shower, she picked out a white embroidered cheongsam-style dress, the only difference between the dress and the cheongsam is that the cheongsam is split on both sides, and the dress is split at the front.

When she put it on, Zhou Qichuan looked at it and immediately frowned.

Song Zhiyuan looked at his expression and couldn't help but laugh, "Why, you don't even dislike your own eyes?"

"Wife, let's get another one." Zhou Qichuan went over and hugged people and coaxed.

This dress shows her figure too much, and Song Zhiyuan's thin waist and hips are undoubtedly exposed, which inevitably makes people not want to get into trouble when they see it.

There is also a more important point that the fork in front is too high, and Song Zhiyuan's long white and straight legs are exposed, revealing at least four-fifths.

.......