Will you regret it?

Song Zhiyuan asked himself in his heart with the words that Xia Xingluo had just asked.

She was sure that she would.

Because she already regretted it.

For two nights in a row, she had been dreaming of Zhou Qichuan intermittently, dreaming of his extremely lost look when she said those hurtful words.

He didn't say anything.

But the eyes told her that they were over.

Taking a deep breath, Song Zhiyuan lifted his eyes to look at Xia Xingluo, and raised a smile, "Xingxing, I'm in love."

Xia Xingluo was slightly stunned, and said with a wry smile, "Iris, have you deceived yourself?"

Song Zhiyuan didn't know.

But that's the only way she can think of at the moment, a way to do both.

Knowing that she was a fan of the authorities, Xia Xingluo sighed and asked cautiously, "Iris, have you been having nightmares lately?"

Song Zhiyuan shook his head and chuckled, "Don't do it."

Maybe she divorced Zhou Qichuan and let go of her heart knot, she hasn't dreamed of Liu Mengyun in the past two months.

Occasionally, when I think about it, it is also a picture of getting along warmly before.

"That's good." Xia Xingluo muttered in a low voice, his eyes looking a little complicated.

It's just that she didn't mention it again, but said with a slightly serious expression, "Xingxing, in case I break up with your brother, the two of us are still sisters, right?"

Song Zhiyuan's heart sank slightly, and he said tentatively, "Is there something wrong with the spring breeze?"

A few days ago, the private detective she spent money to find came with the news, saying that she heard that there was indeed that kind of thing for sale in Du Chunfeng.

But because they have been checked before, those people are very vigilant, and they haven't heard anything in the past two months.

Xia Xingluo shook his head and sighed, "Your brother is getting busier and busier now, and he hasn't seen anyone once in ten days and half a month. I'm afraid that when I get him, I'll be seventy or eighty, how can I give you a goddaughter?"

Hearing that she was still in the mood to joke, Song Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and comforted, "Persistence is victory."

"I lend you good words." Xia Xingluo smiled, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Do you eat the cookies my mother makes?" My brother is going to fly to London in two days."

Thinking of Xia Mu's craftsmanship, Song Zhiyuan nodded uncompromisingly.

"Boss, here is all the information about Shiyan." After hesitating outside the office door for a few minutes, Zhuo Mu still knocked on the door and entered.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that their wife's vision is really good.

A psychology professor who is only twenty-nine years old, at home and abroad, does not exceed one hand.

Moreover, he is also the prince of Yixin Group, who wants money, beauty, and talent......

Zhou Qichuan turned the first page of the document, and his eyes stayed on the family relationship column.

Zhuo Mu hurriedly explained, "Shi Yan has been studying abroad before, and he has never appeared in Yixin Group."

"Over at the Academy?" Zhou Qichuan's eyebrows twisted slightly and asked.

Zhuo Mu, "The Shi family's *** is doing a good job, and my wife doesn't know about it."

He thought for a while, and added, "I heard that the old lady of the Shi family has not been in good health recently, and she has privately organized two games this year, but Shi Yan has not been there."

This man made it clear that he didn't want to fall in love.

Hearing his subtext, Zhou Qichuan's cold face softened a little.

"Boss, someone at the Shi family is inquiring about Mrs., you see?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, Zhuo Mu asked boldly.

What the Shi family means, it couldn't be clearer.

Zhou Qichuan suddenly hooked his lips, and the smile between his dark eyes was a little evil, "Let Yang Mingyu go to Shi's house, the two families cooperate, and the old lady should go and see if she is sick."

"Yes, boss." Zhuo Mu understands in seconds.

Out of the office, he was just about to call Yang Mingyu when he saw He Xue walking opposite with a bunch of bellflowers.

"Brother Zhuo." He Xue hooked her lips lightly and greeted sweetly.

Zhuo Mu has a good relationship with He Wu, and usually treats her as a sister, and can vaguely guess the little girl's thoughts.

He tactfully reminded, "In the boss's office, you don't need to put flowers."

He Xue's eyebrows were crooked, and she said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou works so long every day, looking at flowers and green leaves, it's good for your eyes."

Seeing that she insisted, Zhuo Mu didn't say anything more, nodded and walked out.

Suddenly, He Xue seemed to think of something and called out to him, "Brother Zhuo, I see that Mr. Zhou's stomach has not been very good recently, can I bring him health porridge in the morning?"

Zhuo Mu turned to look at her, met the little girl's innocent eyes, and finally didn't say anything to refuse.

Approaching the college holiday, Song Zhiyuan was afraid of being bored at home, so he pulled Alice to find a job as a manuscript translator.

You can also pass the time and earn some pocket money, killing two birds with one stone.

It's just that she didn't expect that the first part-time job she received on the Internet actually asked her to keep a distance from Shi Yan.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, sir." Although he was dissatisfied with the arrogant attitude of the man opposite, Song Zhiyuan still asked politely.

The man's face was not good, and he said in a deep voice, "Miss Song is a smart person, she should know that with our young master's identity, even if it is not difficult to find a local noble lady in the British country."

At this time, Song Zhiyuan understood.

He is the person outside the academy that Shi Yan talked about before.

Song Zhiyuan curled his lips slightly, "If this is what Shi Yan means, I hope he can tell me in person."

Hearing this, the man's face became even more ugly.

Without saying a word, he directly took out a pile of checkbooks, took out a pen and handed it to Song Zhiyuan.

This posture, Song Zhiyuan couldn't be clearer.

She stood up gracefully, polite but clear, "This kind of boring request, I hope there will be no next time."

The man was a little surprised, and when he came back to his senses, Song Zhiyuan had already left.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and called the old lady of the Shi family back.

The other end was silent for a few seconds, "Bring someone back."

Half an hour later, the Shijia Manor.

Song Zhiyuan looked at Mrs. Shi, who was sitting on the sofa and was well-maintained, delicate to the point of every strand of hair, and greeted politely, "Hello Grandma Shi."

"Sit." The old lady answered lukewarmly, and didn't look at Song Zhiyuan squarely.

was given eye medicine by Yang Mingyu, knowing that her grandson fell in love with a married woman, she almost fainted with anger.

Being able to politely invite people over is already the maximum she can do.

Song Zhiyuan sat down as she said, looked at the old lady with a cold face, and didn't ask, let alone get her mobile phone to pass the time.

She just sat quietly, not looking in a hurry.

I didn't expect her to be so calm, but the old lady was surprised for a moment. But then, that glimmer of appreciation was washed away by anger.

She lifted her eyes to look at Song Zhiyuan and asked, "Miss Song is a student of my family's Ah Yan?"

Song Zhiyuan nodded.

"The most etiquette in the country, since Ah Yan is your teacher, should you keep a certain distance?" The old lady directly buttoned a big hat.

Indeed, teacher-student love is not accepted by many people in China.

But Shi Yan is not her teacher.

Thinking of the agreement between the two, the corners of Song Zhiyuan's lips lifted slightly, and he said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I am a management major, not a student of Shiyan."

The old lady's face immediately sank, "Strong words!"

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