didn't wait for Xunke's action, but waited for Chi Xue's call, Song Zhiyuan was surprised.

She glanced at the time and made an appointment with her to meet in the Spring Garden.

As soon as they met, Chi Xue rushed up directly to give her a bear hug, and said aggrievedly, "Boss, I thought you wouldn't be returning to China this year!"

"How?" Song Zhiyuan smiled lightly, looking at Chi Xue, who was now dressed more mature and stable, and couldn't help but be pleased.

I remember that when she first arrived in Zhou's, she was still a little girl who was not very confident.

The two laughed and followed the reception into the elevator.

Seeing that the display screen was still jumping after the sixth floor, Song Zhiyuan reminded, "Hello, I ordered the Mantingfang box on the sixth floor."

Further up, there is the V private room.

Song Zhiyuan's consumption in Chunmanyuan has not reached the point of applying for a membership card.

The receptionist glanced at the information on the tablet in his hand and said with a smile, "Ms. Song, we are undergoing maintenance on the sixth floor, and the guests on the sixth floor have been upgraded to a private room for free."

"Really?" Song Zhiyuan looked at the number that was still jumping up to fourteen on the display screen, and his eyebrows jumped.

Is the sixth floor really being renovated?

Without waiting for her to think about it, Chi Xue grabbed her arm, "Boss, I heard that the crispy chicken in this house is delicious, have you ever eaten it?"

"I tasted it last time I came, and it tasted good." Song Zhiyuan came back to his senses and said with a smile, "You can taste it later."

Chi Xue grinned, "Long live the boss!"

"Ding!" As the elevator prompt sounded, the eighteenth floor arrived.

This floor is regarded as the top V box of Xiangmanyuan, and there are only two large rooms on the first floor.

The direction in which the reception led them was the spring banquet box.

Song Zhiyuan came once, and when Zhou Jiangyuan celebrated his fiftieth birthday, he was here.

She was sure it wasn't as simple as upgrading the box.

"Boss, why don't you leave?" Chi Xue saw that she didn't move, and suddenly panicked.

The president finally had something to tell her once, she can't mess it up, right?

Looking at Shang Chixue's obviously weak-hearted eyes, Song Zhiyuan hooked his lips, "When did you do something for President Zhou?"

Chi Xue showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and pulled her sleeve and shook it gently, "Boss, I didn't mean to, don't you be angry, okay?"

She is an assistant director, how can she disobey the orders of her boss?

Song Zhiyuan didn't speak, pulled out his sleeves, and said lightly, "You go back first."

Even if she borrowed a few guts, she probably wouldn't dare to eat at the same table with Zhou Qichuan.

"Boss, then I'll go back to the company first." Chi Xue smiled apologetically and slipped away with the reception.

Looking at the closed box door, Song Zhiyuan was hesitating to leave, when the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Qichuan's handsome face like a demon came into view.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, "Iris, if you have anything to say, it's better to talk about it after eating."

Only then did Song Zhiyuan notice that the round table in the box was already full of dishes, and the fragrance was compelling.

Thinking that there were some things that really had to be explained, she didn't refuse.

Most of the meals on the table are spicy, and the dishes are all Song Zhiyuan's favorites.

I hadn't eaten authentic Jinning cuisine for a long time, and Song Zhiyuan was really hungry, so he started after sitting down.

Thinking of finishing it early, she picked up the food much faster than usual, and swallowed the food after a few quick chews in her mouth.

Most of the dishes on the table were stir-fried dishes, accompanied by rice, and after a few bites, Song Zhiyuan choked.

She picked up the glass of water in her hand, only to find that the cup was empty.

When did the service of Spring Manyuan become so bad? I don't even have a glass of water.

Song Zhiyuan lifted his eyes and looked, only to find that the only kettle on the table was in Zhou Qichuan's hand.

And next to her was a bottle of dry red.

Song Zhiyuan, "......"

She'd never seen a red wine at the door!

"Not to your liking?" Feeling her gaze, Zhou Qichuan lifted his eyes.

Song Zhiyuan shook his head, "It's a little dry."

She stood up and was about to walk over to pour water, but she saw Zhou Qichuan moving faster, picking up the water cup in front of him and walking towards her.

This glass of water, she saw that he had just drunk it.

"Dislike me?" Seeing the hesitation in Song Zhiyuan's eyes, the corners of Zhou Qichuan's lips lifted slightly, "I've kissed you, are you afraid of this?"

Song Zhiyuan was a little out of breath when choked, he didn't bother to pay attention to him, took the water cup and poured a few sips of water.

"Drink slowly." Zhou Qichuan gently patted her back, his face full of doting.

Although there have been more intimate contacts, at this moment, Song Zhiyuan's heartbeat has accelerated irrepressibly.

She adjusted her breathing, moved her body to the side, and said coldly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhou Qichuan raised his eyebrows and sat down next to her.

Then, as if no one was around, he picked up the brand-new cutlery in front of him and began to eat.

The movement was incredibly natural, as if he had been sitting there just now.

Knowing that he was in the mood to eat, Song Zhiyuan was in no mood to eat, and asked directly, "Did Mr. Zhou read the things I sent to Cheng Jin?"

"Hmm." Zhou Qichuan started to give Song Zhiyuan vegetables, but he didn't care about it.

Thinking of the calculating nature of Zhou Jiangyuan's organs, Song Zhiyuan twisted his eyebrows, "Let public opinion ferment, the situation will be uncontrollable in the later stage."

When those impressions take root in everyone's hearts, and then come forward to explain, it will only be said that it is forcibly whitewashed....

What's more, for Zhou Jiangyuan and his wife to ignore this, from a certain level, it is indeed a fact.

"Iris, are you worried about me?" Zhou Qichuan lifted his eyes and saw that his dark eyes lit up suddenly.

Facing his eyes, Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes unnaturally, "You misunderstood, I just can't get used to it."

"Really?" Looking at the duplicitous woman in front of him, Zhou Qichuan licked the corners of his lips with interest, "Iris~ It's not a good habit to lie."

His deliberately elongated tail note was full of ambiguity, and Song Zhiyuan's heart trembled slightly.

She understood how an excellent girl like Xu Nianhe and Su Wanwan would be willing to be played by him.

This is a demon!

"Iris, are you going to get under the table?"

Just when Song Zhiyuan was thinking about how to get out, the man's low and mellow voice sounded above his head, vaguely helpless.

She lifted her eyes and looked at the sexy Ruifeng eyes of Qi Chuan last week.

Song Zhiyuan's heart trembled, and his body subconsciously leaned back, his back almost against the back of the chair, "I still have something to do, so I'll go back first."

She quickly got up, grabbed the bag from the chair next to her, and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was pulled into a familiar warm embrace by a strong force.

Smelling the unique aura on his body, Song Zhiyuan's body stiffened, and he said coldly, "Zhou Qichuan, let go."

Listening to her unfamiliar name, Zhou Qichuan's eyes sank, and he slowly let go of his hand.

Thinking that he was calm, Song Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to leave, his shoulders were flipped over, and he met Zhou Qichuan's deep black eyes.

Dangerous!

"Zhou Qichuan, you—"

Before Song Zhiyuan's words of reminder were finished, the man's head had already been pressed down, and he grabbed her red lips accurately.

.......