"You think too much of yourself." Qi Su was annoyed and ashamed, pressed the cigarette and turned to leave.

The door was slammed shut, making a deafening loud noise, and just like that, it didn't make the dizzy Song Zhiwei react.

She looked at the empty room for a moment, sleepiness prevailed, so she threw herself into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, it was dusk, she cleaned up the mess in the living room, simply cooked a bowl of noodles, and washed the bed sheets in the bedroom.

She turned on her phone, there were many missed messages from her colleagues, she picked out a few replies, and called the assistant again.

The answer over there was very fast, "Sister Zhiwei, why do you have news now." ”

"I'm dazed." Song Zhiwei replied briefly and asked, "Who sent me back yesterday?" ”

The little assistant didn't hide it, and said truthfully: "I originally called Mr. Qi, but I didn't find your mobile phone, so Lawyer Xie said that he sent it, I thought that Mr. Qi was at home, and Lawyer Xie looked very decent, and nothing should happen." ”

Song Zhiwei woke up today and remembered in a daze that when she was drinking yesterday, it seemed that she asked Xie Jingjiu to help take the mobile phone.

The little assistant didn't hear her response, startled herself, and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Zhiwei exhaled and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm just asking." ”

The assistant said: "I thought that you were classmates, friends and husbands, so I was relieved to hand you over to him, in case something went wrong, you must say it." ”

"Don't be cranky, routinely ask if you understand."

Hung up the phone, Xie Jingjiu's called in again, and Song Zhiwei answered immediately.

There was no sound at first, and it was only after a few seconds that he spoke: "Are you still dizzy?" ”

"Nope." Song Zhiwei said, "Thank you for sending me back." ”

Xie Jingjiu said casually: "It seems that your relationship has been really good recently, and you almost didn't fight with me when you sent you home yesterday." ”

Song Zhiwei sighed, "He's like this, eat flying vinegar indiscriminately, don't worry about him." ”

Xie Jingjiu was silent for a long time, "Then can you come on my birthday?" ”

Song Zhiwei said: "Yes." ”

Their current situation is a bit complicated, Song Zhiwei still has to consider Qi Su's mood, but she can accept sending them home last night, and it should be no problem to go to celebrate her birthday.

Qi Su is jealous a lot, but it is always accompanied by some unspeakable behavior, as if taking advantage of the opportunity.

And last night I just slammed the door and left, and I made a lot of progress.

The fact that he was really jealous of her made Song Zhiwei's heart soften, thought about it, and took the initiative to call him again.

The connection rang for a second, and it hung up instantly.

It's quite in line with Qi Su's temper.

Song Zhiwei knew that he was more casual in private, eating soft rather than hard, so he dialed it a few more times.

Qi Su will pick it up, and his tone is calm, "Something?" ”

Song Zhiwei said with a smile: "What time do you go home, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you." ”

Qi Su said coldly: "I don't need to work overtime today." ”

"Don't be angry." Song Zhiwei said slowly: "I've already asked around, he and I are just a revolutionary comrade-in-arms, the hotel is about ten minutes away from our house, and he can't do anything, don't always think of people as bad." ”

The three words of our family made Qi Su a lot more happy, and he lowered his voice, "How do you know that he is a good person?" ”

Song Zhiwei said patiently: "Then I'll call yesterday's driver now and ask him what he saw?" ”

Qi Su seemed to feel that this behavior was a bit cheap, and said bluntly: "No need, you'd better remember the content of our contract, don't cause trouble, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." ”

He didn't say that the contract was okay, but Song Zhiwei was more able to handle him, and she whispered: "If I break the contract, then do you want to divorce me?" ”

"Don't you think about it."

"That's it." Song Zhiwei hooked her lips, "Eight o'clock in the evening, waiting for you." ”

Before the time came, Qi Su came back in the dust, Song Zhiwei just made the third dish, she didn't pick it up, let him be busy, and finally reluctantly sat down at the table.

Qi Su said unhappily: "Why is it so slow? ”

Song Zhiwei glanced at him and tied the apron again, "When the uncle asks for so much?" It's compensation for last night, if you don't want it, don't eat it. ”

Qi Su was really silent, put the computer out and watched Song Zhiwei cook while typing, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The apron pinched the woman's waist very thin, and the legs were very long, swaying between walks, revealing a different style, her fingers were slender, and every time she fell on the edge of the porcelain white tableware, it made people feel ape.