"Is this disgusting?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Zhou Qichuan's dark eyes, "Why didn't you say disgusting when you cried and begged me to slow down before?" ”

In an instant, Song Zhiyuan's face turned red.

This dog man, how dare he say anything?!

Smelling the rich aroma of wine in the air, Song Zhiyuan frowned, "You're drunk, I'll send you back." ”

Zhou Qichuan didn't speak, but stared at her with faint eyes, like a leopard staring at its prey, ready to attack.

Facing his charming but dangerous eyes, Song Zhiyuan subconsciously took half a step back.

She wanted to escape.

How could a man who was carried away by alcohol let her go?

Before she could turn around, she was picked up by the man, Song Zhiyuan turned white with fright, grabbed Zhou Qichuan tightly and threatened, "Let me down, otherwise I will call someone!" ”

Zhou Qichuan seemed to be sure that Song Zhiyuan would not dare, holding her in one hand and opening the door with the key snatched from her in the other.

Immediately, the door was slammed shut.

couldn't wait to return to the bedroom, Zhou Qichuan directly put the person on the sofa in the dim light, and couldn't wait to pounce on it, kissing and gnawing.

Song Zhiyuan took a lot of effort to pull away a little distance, and reminded in a trembling voice, "Zhou Qichuan, you are sober!" ”

Hearing this, Zhou Qichuan's body stiffened slightly, and he seemed to calm down for a moment.

But in the end, it was desire that triumphed over reason.

He quickly lowered his head and blocked all the words that Song Zhiyuan was about to export.

……

Throughout the night, from the sofa to the bedroom, to the bathroom, Song Zhiyuan woke up in a groggy state several times, and she could clearly feel the heat of the man's palm pinching her waist.

It's amazingly hot.

She couldn't tell whether the last night was more painful or joyful.

I just remember that then they all got out of control.

Song Zhiyuan sat up with a sore body, and Zhou Qichuan was no longer in the room.

If it weren't for the mess on the ground and the marks on her body, she might have thought that last night was another ridiculous dream.

"Knock—knock—" A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Immediately, Zhou Qichuan's slightly hoarse magnetic voice sounded.

"Kite, the meal is ready, get up and eat something."

Song Zhiyuan didn't know where Zhou Qichuan got the energy to get up and cook after a night of absurdity.

But now, she doesn't have much appetite.

I don't want to see him.

There was no response in the room, but Zhou Qichuan knew that Song Zhiyuan had woken up.

She had always slept shallowly, and it was impossible not to hear such a loud knock on the door.

Through the door panel, Zhou Qichuan hooked his lips bitterly, "I'm sorry, I was drunk last night." ”

He was answered by a moment of silence.

Just when Zhou Qichuan was in a depressed mood and turned around to leave, the door behind him suddenly opened.

He quickly turned around, and his originally dark eyes had a glimmer of light, dazzling.

Song Zhiyuan was wearing a suspender nightdress, and the ambiguous traces on her body were undoubtedly revealed.

The two looked at each other, and she casually hooked her lips, "They are all adults, they just took what they needed last night, and Mr. Zhou didn't have to take it to heart." ”

- Take what you need, don't take it personally.

Even if Zhou Qichuan expected that Song Zhiyuan would turn her face when she woke up, she didn't expect that she would say such a piercing word.

Is she treating him as a friend?

Facing his somewhat angry eyes, Song Zhiyuan suppressed the bitterness in his heart and looked at the sky outside the window, "It's not early, you should go." Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to my boyfriend when I bump into it. ”

"The last name?" Zhou Qichuan's dark eyes sank suddenly, thinking of what he saw the night before, he almost squeezed out these three words from between his teeth.

Professor Shi?

Song Zhiyuan didn't want to pull him out to take the blame, just wanted to explain, but found that he basically didn't know any of the opposite sex here except for him.

Her silence, in Zhou Qichuan's opinion, seemed to be acquiescence.

"How long have you known each other?" He asked unwillingly.

Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile, "This is my private matter, I shouldn't have to report it to you, my ex-husband, right?" ”

They are divorced.

Realizing this in hindsight, Zhou Qichuan hooked his lips sarcastically, "Iris, you are really ruthless." ”

Listening to his disappointed tone, Song Zhiyuan's heart throbbed, took a few deep breaths to adjust his emotions, and calmly lifted his eyes to look at him, "Are you finished?" ”

"You just can't wait to see him?" Zhou Qichuan's black eyes seemed to be about to erupt into flames.

This woman, she really has no heart!

"Yes." Song Zhiyuan replied without hesitation, and asked coldly, "So, can you go?" ”

Zhou Qichuan didn't speak with a gloomy face, but the hand clenched into a fist on his side revealed his emotions.

He stared at Song Zhiyuan for a few seconds, and then turned around and strode away.

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut.

Looking at the empty room, Song Zhiyuan seemed to have been suddenly drained of strength, leaning against the door frame, tears gushing out of his eyes as if out of control, blurring his vision.

He must hate her to death now.

is such a proud person, but he bowed his head several times for her.

Maybe Zhou Qichuan was right before, she is really a scumbag and has no heart.

So forget about her and start a new life.

……

woke up too late, crying and swollen eyes, Song Zhiyuan simply took a day of sick leave, and nested in the apartment in the afternoon to read.

She thought she would feel better by diverting her attention.

But the sad mood is like air, pervasive, enveloping her whole person.

She was the one who was obviously ruthless, but now she is so sad, isn't it too hypocritical?

Song Zhiyuan couldn't hold back in the end, and took out his mobile phone to search for news related to Zhou Qichuan's departure from Lundun Dun.

He was on the plane half an hour ago.

Jiang Shihan seems to have left ahead of schedule, and the girl who accompanied him in the photo, Song Zhiyuan had seen it at the masquerade.

If it weren't for He Wu in the corner of the photo, she might not have remembered where she had seen her.

She appeared on He Wu's screensaver before, and it was his sister, He Xue.

No wonder the way she looked at her at the ball, it was so strange.

Song Zhiyuan was looking at the photo and was distracted, when the mobile phone rang suddenly.

She looked at it, and it was the local number.

Thinking it was some kind of sales pitch or scam call or something, she didn't think about it and hung up directly.

Downstairs in the apartment, Shi Yan listened to the busy sound coming from the receiver of his mobile phone, and dialed it again with doubts.

Song Zhiyuan saw that it was this number again, and he was a little angry, and he was just about to block it, when Aera's message suddenly popped up.

She said, [Vivian, it's over, Professor Shi heard that you were on sick leave, and he killed him directly! It's probably already downstairs by now! 】

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

How did Professor Shi know where she lived?

Looking at the incoming call on the screen, Song Zhiyuan suddenly realized something and hurriedly swiped the answer button.

Shi Yan's gentle and sweet voice came, "Miss Song, are you at home?" ”

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