"How old are you?" Looking at the content pushed on the mobile phone, Song Zhiyuan wanted to throw Zhou Qichuan out of the car window directly.

Hearing this, Zhou Qichuan, who was holding the marriage certificate and looking all the way, lifted his eyes and saw that there was a smile in his eyes that could not be hidden.

I don't know, I thought he wasn't going to get a certificate, but to rob his relatives.

This unproductive appearance, Song Zhiyuan simply didn't see it.

"What's the matter, wife?" Song Zhiyuan saw her covering her forehead, thinking that she was uncomfortable.

The drivers were considerate and slowed down.

Song Zhiyuan turned his head to look out the window and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Zhou Qichuan noticed the mobile phone in her hand and saw the content on it clearly.

[President Xunke appeared at the Civil Affairs Bureau with his wife and turned into a wife maniac! ] According to people familiar with the matter, Mr. Zhou is afraid of guilt! 】

"Are you afraid of me?" Song Zhiyuan still felt funny when he thought about it, turned his head to look at Zhou Qichuan, and happened to bump into him snickering.

「……」

was caught, Zhou Qichuan didn't look like he was a little weak-hearted, and said with a straight face, "I love my wife, how can I be afraid?"

As he spoke, he instructed He Wu, who was sitting in the co-pilot's mouth, who was about to laugh, "Check which media sent it."

"What, you're still going to gag people's mouths?" Song Zhiyuan glanced at him faintly.

Zhou Qichuan was just about to explain, when Song Zhiyuan's mobile phone suddenly rang.

It's Xia Xingluo.

As soon as the phone was connected, her excited voice came from the receiver, "Iris, I can't see it, you two are now the female protagonist and the male protagonist?"

Song Zhiyuan, "I opened it."

The gossip on the other side came to an abrupt end.

Xia Xingluo coughed lightly and explained, "Mr. Zhou, I didn't mean that, it's all people on the Internet."

"Liar." Song Zhiyuan explained quietly, patted Zhou Qichuan's hand on her knee, and asked, "Say, what's wrong with my brother."

"What's your brother? What a sister, can't I look for you for anything other than his business?" Xia Xingluo couldn't help but complain.

But Song Zhiyuan didn't believe a word of these words.

Until Xia Xingluo finished speaking, she didn't interrupt her or answer.

In the end, Xia Xingluo couldn't help it, and said in a showdown, "Your brother ran away."

"Huh?" Song Zhiyuan tasted the product and asked tentatively, "You didn't control yourself?"

Xia Xingluo was silent.

Knowing what was going on, Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, my brother is not that kind of irresponsible scumbag."

When she spoke, her eyes didn't know how to match Zhou Qichuan, and it was a coincidence that she said this, and those who didn't know thought she was talking about him.

Seeing Zhou Qichuan's eyes change from doubt, to anger, and then to danger.

Song Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "You wait for me at home, let's go over."

As soon as she finished speaking, she watched Zhou Qichuan take the phone over, and then hung up the phone.

"I'm not—" Say you.

The rest of the words were swallowed back by Zhou Qichuan.

He Wu was bent his ears to listen to the gossip, but he couldn't hear the movement, so he turned his head to take a look.

Then, turn your head decisively.

He Wu, who had never had the idea of falling in love, began to wonder if he should also find a partner to live with.

Otherwise, sooner or later, he will be killed by the dog food of the boss and his wife.

When Song Zhiyuan saw Xia Xingluo, she was struggling alone, and the gardenia potted plants in front of her were all bald by her.

Seeing this, Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but remind, "This is Auntie's favorite pot of flowers."

The aunt in her mouth refers to Ji Yanli's mother Zhang Jingyi.

The few pots of green plants in this house were all specially brought by her before.

"Really?" Xia Xingluo was stupid, looking at the leaves on the table, wanting to cry without tears.

She asked, "Will it grow back?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at it

A fairly strong rhizome, "Watering it shouldn't be a big problem." If it's okay, Aunt Ji shouldn't come during this time."

As he spoke, there was a sudden knock at the door.

Thinking that Zhou Qichuan couldn't wait to come up, Song Zhiyuan stood up and walked over and opened the door directly.

The moment the door opened, she was dumbfounded.

Outside the door, it was the Ji family of three.

"Auntie, uncle, what are you?" Song Zhiyuan was a little crying and laughing, and vaguely guessed something.

Before they could speak, they heard Ji Yanli ask, "What about the Xingluo people?"

I used to have a Miss Xia, but now I'm calling Xingluo?

Song Zhiyuan thought so, and gave up his position with a smile.

When Ji Yanli passed by her, he reminded in a low voice, "Xingxing is thin-skinned, you should be careful to scare her."

When the words fell, she suddenly thought of something, glanced at the time on her phone, and smiled apologetically at Zhang Jingyi, "Auntie, I still have some things, I have to go first."

"Go ahead, Mr. Zhou is still waiting for you downstairs." Zhang Jingyi nodded, very understanding.

As she spoke, she grabbed her husband's arm and whispered, "Let's go down for a walk and wait until the two children have finished talking."

"Okay, then I'll put things down first." Ji Huai'an is also a reasonable person, knowing that his son is not doing this authentically, so he put his things in the entrance and left.

Song Zhiyuan also didn't act as a light bulb, and after sending the two downstairs, she turned her head and saw Zhou Qichuan standing in the flower bed waiting for her.

In his hand, he also held a conspicuous red book.

The corners of Song Zhiyuan's raised mouth instantly fell, glanced at him, turned around and left.

"Wife!" Zhou Qichuan chased after her decisively, and his movements naturally interlocked with her fingers, "I just met Uncle Ji and Aunt Ji."

The rest of the words, he didn't need to say, Song Zhiyuan also understood.

Again, she asked, "How old are you?"

Childish or not naïve!

Zhou Qichuan didn't answer, just looked at her and smiled, his dark pupils looked at her without blinking, staring at people uncomfortable.

"Is it okay to have a little bit of interest?" Song Zhiyuan glanced at him with disgust, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it closer.

I saw Zhou Qichuan directly raise the red book in his hand, and said confidently, "Go to work with a certificate."

Song Zhiyuan was helpless, gave him a look that was too lazy to pay attention to you, and went with him.

When the two walked out side by side, two men came over to them, and their eyes kept glancing at Song Zhiyuan's body.

Seeing this, Zhou Qichuan raised the hands that the two of them held together as if they were swearing, as naïve as they were.

The two glanced at each other, as if they were looking at two fools, shook their heads and left.

After pulling away a little distance, Song Zhiyuan vaguely heard what they said about the chairman being arrested, and the president being reported for jumping off the building to commit suicide.

In an instant, the figures of two people appeared in Song Zhiyuan's mind.

Zhou Jiangyuan and Zhou Jingyu father and son.

Intuition told Song Zhiyuan that it was them.

She turned her head to look at Zhou Qichuan, who looked like usual on the side, and raised the corners of her lips, "Let's go home."

"Okay, listen to my wife." Zhou Qichuan chuckled, held his hand tightly, and the two walked out side by side.

The two who had just left seemed to have thought of something, turned around and took a photo and uploaded it to social networks.

With the text, [Who said that Mr. Ba has no true feelings? 】

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