When Zhou Qichuan arrived at the door, Song Zhiyuan had already disappeared outside.

The silent night seemed to mock his self-righteousness silently.

At the end of the day, it's because he's thinking too much.

Hooking his lips self-deprecatingly, Zhou Qichuan turned around and prepared to go back,

Unexpectedly, just after taking two steps, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

The ghost sent the gods, he turned his head and met Song Zhiyuan's eyes that were dyed a little anxious.

In her hands, she carried two servings of oden.

"Are you off work?"

"Bought it for me?"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Song Zhiyuan nodded and handed one to Zhou Qichuan, "It's not spicy, you can go back and rest early after eating."

"I made a special trip just to say this?" Zhou Qichuan smiled, looking at her eyes were pitch black and bottomless.

His words, Song Zhiyuan, who listened to it, chuckled in his heart.

Why does that sound like knowing she's coming?

Putting aside this thought, Song Zhiyuan suddenly didn't know how to answer Zhou Qichuan.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and she whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm—" to apologize.

Before he finished speaking, Song Zhiyuan was strongly pulled closer to a warm embrace full of masculinity.

Smelling the familiar breath on Zhou Qichuan's body and feeling his strong and powerful heartbeat, Song Zhiyuan suddenly had a sour nose.

She had many, many things to say to him, but she didn't know where to say them.

"I'm sorry, I-" Song Zhiyuan wanted to explain, but the next moment, the man's hot kiss fell, not giving her the slightest respite.

I haven't seen her for too long, mixed with a little complaint, Zhou Qichuan's kiss was urgent and fierce, as if she wanted to break her whole body into pieces and eat it in her stomach.

Song Zhiyuan couldn't resist his attack at all, and after a while, he lay soft in Zhou Qichuan's arms.

She gasped for air, her eyes glaring at him, "Public, attention—"

The rest of the words were swallowed into Zhou Qichuan's stomach.

Of course, he knew what this place was, and he also knew that there might be paparazzi in the shadows taking videos or photos.

But he didn't care.

Now if you want to say that Zhou Qichuan still regrets something, that is, everyone who listened to Song Zhiyuan before and did not make trouble about their marriage is known.

That's why when she withdrew, she could walk so simply and ruthlessly.

"It hurts~" Song Zhiyuan didn't expect him to kiss and kiss himself, and his eyes were inevitably resentful.

Why do you still bite people?

Facing her watery eyes, the corners of Zhou Qichuan's lips hooked up a wicked smile, "I thought you had no heart and lungs, and you didn't know the pain at all."

In the six months since she left, there has not been a moment in his heart that has not hurt.

"You!" Unexpectedly, he did it on purpose, Song Zhiyuan was a little annoyed, but he had to admit that it was the truth.

In the end, it was her fault in the first place.

Seeing her lowered her eyes, looking extremely aggrieved but not daring to speak, Zhou Qichuan couldn't bear it, and sighed lightly, "I shouldn't have let you go in the first place."

"Do you regret it?" Song Zhiyuan raised his eyes, and there were still tears of pain in his eyes.

The stars are dotted, reflecting Zhou Qichuan's figure.

Looking at her innocent eyes, a dangerous thought suddenly appeared in Zhou Qichuan's mind.

He wanted to bully her.

Thinking so, Zhou Qichuan also did the same.

Before Song Zhiyuan could react, the person was put on his shoulder, and the whole person spun around.

When she came back to her senses, she was angry and annoyed, and whispered, "You let me go quickly, and then someone will see me!"

"Who dares to look, Lao Tzu gouged out his eyes!"

Two hours later.

In the lounge of the president's office.

Song Zhiyuan was lying limp in the crook of Zhou Qichuan's arm, her little face was crimson, and there was still a charm in the corners of her eyes.

Almost instantly, Zhou Qichuan reacted again.

The moment he felt the heat, Song Zhiyuan subconsciously shrank back, "Don't do it."

"Really?" Zhou Qichuan's long arms wrapped around her and stopped her retreating waist, and her amorous eyes were full of banter.

Knowing that he was deliberate, Song Zhiyuan glared at him, "If you dare to continue, I will return to Lun Dun tomorrow."

"Threaten me?" Zhou Qichuan's eyes flashed with a hint of danger.

As soon as Song Zhiyuan wanted to explain, he suddenly smiled, and said with a doting face, "Listen to your wife."

Even though he had heard this title countless times before, his magnetic voice still made Song Zhiyuan's heart tingle.

This bastard, he did it on purpose!

Seeing the annoyance in her eyes, Zhou Qichuan deliberately rubbed her delicate face with her chin with a little stubble, "My wife is so smart, I did it on purpose."

"Oh, don't make a fuss!" Song Zhiyuan didn't care about being angry, he only felt that his face was pricked painfully and itchy.

Zhou Qichuan obediently cooperated, looked at the red marks on her cheeks, and chuckled, "My wife is so squeamish."

These words are obviously not a compliment, but they can come out of his mouth, but they have a bit of coquettishness, which makes people angry and can't find a reason.

"Angry?" Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhou Qichuan was a little nervous.

He began to regret that he shouldn't have gone his own way when she asked to slow down a few times.

Endure it, and you can't die.

Song Zhiyuan shook his head, reached out and hugged him, put his head on his chest, and quietly listened to his heartbeat.

When she woke up from the hospital bed and heard Xia Xingluo say that she couldn't find him, she was very scared, for fear that she would never see him again in the future.

That feeling, even when I think about it now, still has lingering palpitations.

Song Zhiyuan didn't speak, and Zhou Qichuan wasn't in a hurry, so he let her hold him motionless.

After hugging for a while, when Song Zhiyuan withdrew his hand because of sore hands, he hugged him.

The beautiful name said, "My wife is tired, come for me."

Listening to this ambiguous sentence, Song Zhiyuan suddenly realized that it was not good, and before he could say anything about refusal, he was blocked back by Zhou Qichuan.

A night of absurdity, Song Zhiyuan woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

The aches in her body reminded her of yesterday's battle, and she was so angry that she couldn't help but hammer the bed, "Bastard!"

"My wife called me?" The door of the lounge was opened, revealing Zhou Qichuan's smiling face.

Song Zhiyuan was angry when he saw it, he didn't want to pay attention to him at all, turned over and planned to continue sleeping.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and immediately, the quilt on his side was lifted.

Zhou Qichuan drilled in directly.

"You get out!" Song Zhiyuan didn't expect him to come over and hug her directly while wearing a coat, and quickly turned around to face him.

Facing her slightly coquettish eyes, Zhou Qichuan's deep gaze slowly slid down and landed on her smooth neck and sexy collarbone.

On it, there are a little red marks all over it, which is very tempting.

Seeing that his eyes were gradually darkening, Song Zhiyuan, who realized the danger, hurriedly moved back, looking vigilant.

Amused by her cute appearance, Zhou Qichuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he reached out and touched her head, "Don't be afraid, don't toss you, I still have business to do today."

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