Song's father's funeral was nothing new, as if she saw her impatience, and the people in the main family did not force Song Zhiwei to participate again in the second half.

Most of the people in the business district knew each other, Song Zhiwei came directly to the restaurant and found that there were already two people sitting on Qi Su's side.

When Jiang Zhenfu saw her, he whistled excitedly and said loudly: "Sister-in-law came early?" ”

Song Zhiwei knew that this person had to carry a gun and a stick every time she saw her, as if she was unhappy for Qi Su, who was married young, she smiled decently, picked a place where no one was around, sat down, and took a glass of orange juice.

The orange juice was bitter, and she frowned imperceptibly.

The Sven man next to Jiang Zhen retracted his gaze, pushed him, and reminded in a low voice: "Anyway, it's also someone's father's funeral, you give some face." ”

Jiang Zhen said in a voice that she could hear: "Who doesn't know that the Song family is a little, her mother Tian shamelessly wants to cling to the powerful, but she has been holding back a fake phoenix for more than ten years, and she was kicked out of the house by Mrs. Zhengpai, but she is the illegitimate daughter of a nanny, where did she come from to pretend to be noble." ”

Song Zhiwei's hand holding the wall of the cup trembled.

The pampered young master doesn't know the suffering of the world, and he is used to not looking at people's faces, and he is stunned when he speaks.

She thought that she had heard too many remarks about black and white over the years, and no matter how much she listened, she would be able to keep her face from changing her face, but she didn't expect that she still didn't have enough concentration.

For now, at least, she wanted to pour all the orange juice left in the cup on the face of the person diagonally opposite.

But she knew she couldn't.

Identity is the passport of the celebrity circle, and well-behaved is the protective talisman that stays by Qi Su's side.

"Jiang Er."

As soon as the familiar voice came out, the chattering Jiang Zhen was instantly silenced.

Qi Su stood in the backlight, the light and shadow plated his silhouette with a layer of golden light, showing that his legs were extraordinarily long, he was holding a mobile phone in one hand and a paper bag in the other, maybe he had been holding it for too long, and the edge of the bag was burned by the falling cigarette ash.

Song Zhiwei looks at it and is deliberate.

Seeing her staring, Qi Su threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and arrived in front of him in two steps.

"Put it on."

Song Zhiwei knew well about this show, but Jiang Zhen was energetic, and his eyes swept over the clothes of the two of them: "I said that the bathroom was hung up for an afternoon of maintenance, and the buddies were playing very wild." ”

Qi Su smiled and said nothing.

Song Zhiwei also knows their temperament, she has long passed the age when she blushes when she hears some meat jokes, and her face is as usual.

I opened the bag by myself, and there was a long light gray windbreaker inside, and at a cursory glance, I knew that I had bought a big one.

This is also expected, Qi Su has someone waiting in front of the saddle and behind the horse wherever he goes, and he doesn't have time to remember the next things, let alone a woman's size.

There was a lounge for VIPs next to her, and she got up with her clothes in her hands, and was dragged by someone as soon as she took two steps.

Song Zhiwei stumbled and sat on the sofa.

Qi Su's eyes were cold, and his voice was low and undeniable: "Just change it here." ”

The restaurant was full of people, and the subtle conflicts here inevitably fell into the eyes of others, and all of a sudden, all kinds of eyes poured over them.

Song Zhi's thin back was stretched into a line, and she buried her head in embarrassment, only feeling tired.

He always spares no effort to practice people.

Qi Su sneered: "What kind of pretending to be innocent, I haven't seen anything on you." ”

Song Zhiwei bit her lower lip and clutched the edge of her clothes tightly, she stared at him stubbornly, and finally lost in the cold eyes of the other party.

In the catastrophe, Song Zhiwei closed her eyes and leaned into Qi Su's ear and said something.

The two of them pulled into the room, and Xu Zhijie pushed his glasses to reveal a little envy: "Newlywed Yan'er, it is inevitable that you don't know moderation." ”

Jiang Zhen pursed his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "It's been two years, where did you get married." ”

Then there was a strong entanglement, although Qi Su's actions were heavy this time, when the love was strong, she called her nickname several times, and even Song Zhiwei felt incredible.

At the end of the kiss, Song Zhiwei looked up and saw Qi Su's smooth jawline, and the undulating Adam's apple was really sexy as she swallowed, her heart moved, and she took a bite sideways.

Qi Su snorted and pushed her head away: "The new tricks are good, but I still have business." ”

Song Zhiwei saw that he was struggling to type with one hand, and took away the broad hand that was pillowing on her neck.

"The company is busy?" Song Zhiwei said unhappily: "If you are busy, you have to take a bath first." ”

Qi Su typed a few more words, the mist-like eyebrows unfolded, and the wheat-colored knuckles stopped on the side of the phone for two seconds, and pressed the shutdown button.

The quilt was a little empty, Song Zhiwei got out of bed and boiled the kettle of water boredly.

When the water was boiling, she realized that Qi Su's mobile phone was still next to her, and she wanted to help him put it in the drawer so as not to get soaked, but coldly saw a message on the top of the screen.

"You don't have a mobile phone-" The second half of the sentence was stuck in her throat, Song Zhiwei stared at the familiar avatar for half a minute, and then lowered her eyes, without any waves in her heart.

Qi Su's voice came from the bathroom: "What? ”

Song Zhiwei took a long breath: "It's nothing. ”

He wanted her not to know, then she wouldn't know.

When she went out, Song Zhiwei pretended to joke inadvertently: "Why is the phone still turned off, what secrets are still hidden and not allowed to be seen?" ”

If Qi Su usually reminded her not to exceed the rules, but today he just glanced at her and said in a low voice: "A little private matter." ”

Concise and to the point, as always.

It's a bit overdone, Song Zhiwei tried her best not to let herself limp, but fortunately, her clothes were fat, and she couldn't see it if she didn't make a big move, she sniffed the smell of cedar on her neckline, and thought about it: "Accompany me to the hospital on Monday." ”

Qi Su was very calm: "What are you doing in the hospital?" ”

Song Zhiwei thought to herself, what are you pretending, isn't that what you want this result?

"Look at Sandalwood."