Song Wushuang held the bright red roses and had nowhere to put them for a while, after all, Zhou Ziyun's memorial service was based on white roses, and she thought that she could only temporarily put the flowers in room 404, where she lived before.

When she arrived at the door of 404, she rummaged through the pockets of her clothes for a while, but she couldn't find the room key, but she touched the lotus jade pendant, which she must have borrowed from Xiaohe and put it in her trouser pocket.

As she was hesitating, the door of the room suddenly opened from the inside out, and she was so frightened that she took a step back, and before she could stand firmly, she was pulled into the room.

She exclaimed in fright, and the man was pushed behind the door, covering her mouth and nose.

Only then did she realize that this was not Zhou Zihe, what was he doing?

"Honey, it's me, Zihe." His voice was low, but his tone was frivolous. "Don't scream, it's not good to make a noise, now I just want to be with you quietly and not be disturbed by anyone."

Song Wushuang nodded again and again, and then he let go of covering her mouth and nose, gently smoothed the hair on her cheeks with affection, and looked at her eyes to secretly send autumn waves.

He gently picked up her little chin with his index finger and whispered softly, "Honey, long time no see, did you miss me?" ”

He is so good at flirting and flirting that Song Wushuang does not dare to be presumptuous, and he can't say anything for a while.

He lowered his head, slowly approached her lips, touched it gently, and then leaned close to her ear and said leisurely, "You know, I don't like you to be with other men, because you are mine, you are mine." ”

Song Wushuang was a little dizzy, she had never heard Zhou Zihe say love words, but she didn't expect that this time he saw Kang Shaolan being courteous to her, but forced Zhou Zihe to say so many sweet love words.

"Actually, you love me too, don't you?" Song Wushuang was speechless, but he still wanted to verify it.

"Yes, I love you the most, I only love you the most!" Zhou Zihe gently cupped her face, lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"You're mine, you're mine." His eyes were misty, and his tone was drifting, and everything seemed so illusory.

Zhou Zihe kissed her eyes, cheeks, and when her lips were close to each other, Song Wushuang was already confused, turned passive into active, climbed on his neck, and responded to his kiss passionately until he was old.

It wasn't until her back was slightly cold that she realized that Zhou Zihe had unbuttoned her clothes and taken off her coat at some point.

She instantly regained her senses and pushed her away.

"What's wrong?" Although he smiled, his eyes were cold.

His cold fingers lightly skimmed her lips, and his gaze was slightly cold, as if asking for a result, "Tell me, who do you belong to?" ”

Song Wushuang didn't know how to deal with the rapid development of the relationship between the two, afraid that he was not enthusiastic enough, and repelled Zhou Zihe's action to express his love for her. "I belong to you, to you alone."

"Then why did you reject me?"

"I just...... Just think we're too fast? ”

"Love is so, if so, why do you feel fast?" His gaze suddenly fell on the bouquet of roses, and his mood began to become indifferent, "It's difficult, you still like Kang Shaolan?" ”

"No, no, no, I didn't like him."

"Then why did you accept his flowers?" He snatched the rose and threw it on the ground, the petals were scattered all over the ground, he was not enough, he stepped on it heavily, as if trampling on Kang Shaolan's heart. "It's hard for you to know that roses represent love? How dare you say that he has no love for you? ”

He suddenly became irritable and pulled her hard, causing her to fall to the ground.

Her wrist stumbled unsuspectingly to the ground, and the pain in her heart made her dare not move.

She couldn't believe all this, how could Zhou Zihe, who was so gentle and elegant, become so crazy?

He rushed over, pulled Song Wushuang up, and threw him on the bed. Song Wushuang's wrist seemed to have bone cracks, which made her feel painful.

"Zhou Zihe, what's wrong with you?" Song Wushuang began to doubt, is it difficult for him to have a tendency to domestic violence?

He tore off his tie and threw it aside, smirking weirdly, "Isn't this exactly what I dreamed of?" ”

Song Wushuang was so frightened that he retreated again and again, tears were about to fall, but Zhou Zihe ignored it, took off his white shirt, revealing his strong chest, and then pressed towards her.

"Mr. Zhou, be sober."

He put his index finger to his lips and gently "shhhhh ”

This sentence stimulated Song Wushuang's brain, and she suddenly thought that Zhou Zihe had done the same before, but after he woke up, he completely forgot what had happened.

Song Wushuang put his hands against his chest and asked cautiously tentatively, "You are not Zhou Zihe, are you!" ”

He smiled evilly, "I'm Zihe." ”

"So, you are Zihe, not Zhou Zihe?"

"You're so smart and clever, how could I not like you."

Song Wushuang secretly screamed badly, if he was superstitious, he was a ghost. If explained from a scientific point of view, Zhou Zihe's body hides a second personality.

Zhou Zihe's second personality will be activated as long as it is emotionally stimulated. Presumably this time Kang Shaolan gave her roses, which stimulated Zhou Zihe again, and this second personality called "Zihe" will wake up.

His second personality "Zihe" is completely opposite to Zhou Zihe's personality, he is possessive, flamboyant, and even violent.

If it weren't for the great trauma that Zhou Zihe suffered as a child, it was the reassuring departure that contributed to the existence of "Zihe".

He suddenly clasped Song Wushuang's hand, leaving her with no room to resist. "My aunt and sister don't agree with our marriage, it's okay, as long as we have children, they won't object to us being together anymore."

Song Wushuang's mind quickly translated the meaning behind this sentence, which must be the peace of mind.

Mrs. Zhou and the eldest lady of the Zhou family did not agree that Zhou Zihe and Anxin were together. Not only that, judging from what happened before, the little lady of the Zhou family finally contributed to the separation of the two of them.

This is the love that the whole family opposes, how difficult is Zhou Zihe, and it will be even more difficult to feel at ease?

No wonder the peace of mind will disappear in the end, and it must be that he can't bear everyone's opposition before he leaves here.

"Zihe" was clumsy and delusional to use one hand to remove her clothes, Song Wushuang naturally couldn't let things develop in an uncontrollable direction, she suddenly screamed with a painful expression, "My heart, my heart hurts so much!" ”

Sure enough, he stopped his rude movements and wondered, "Do you have a heart attack?" ”

Song Wushuang nodded, his gaze fell on the side of the dressing table, and said weakly, "Medicine, medicine." ”

He panicked and rummaged through the drawer of the dressing table for the medicine, "No." ”

"Look for it again."

Song Wushuang looked at the windowsill, only the pot of precious orchids was quietly open. She got out of bed lightly, lifted the pot of orchids, and raised it high at Zhou Zihe's head, at this time, he suddenly turned his head, "There is no medicine here......" Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe Song Wushuang's actions, "Only I can love you wholeheartedly, Zhou Zihe is a coward." ”

Song Wushuang aimed at his head and smashed the pot of flowers fiercely, "He's not a coward, he's a big husband with a lot of responsibilities." ”

"Ziga" fainted.

Based on the experience of the last time, he woke up in a while and was able to return to normal.

Song Wushuang tidied up his clothes, combed his hair, and sat on the side waiting for him to wake up, but for a while, he still showed no signs of waking up.

She was a little anxious, wondering if she had done it too hard, and leaned over to examine the wound on his head carefully, except for some swelling, there was no blood at all.

She probed Zhou Zihe's snort again, and everything was normal.

"I'm not going to get a concussion." Song Wushuang was worried and didn't know what to do, until she heard the snoring and was sure that he was too tired during this time and fell asleep.

Song Wushuang let go of his hanging heart, thinking that he would have the opportunity to take him to see a psychiatrist, and he could no longer let Zhou Zihe's second personality come out to debaucher.

This "Zihe" is a master of seducing the world, if he occupies Zhou Zihe's good skin, I don't know how many little girls will be harmed, how many girls can stand his flirting methods.

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window, it was dark.

In the darkness, those twinkling starlights, although they only have a little energy, are not afraid of weakness, but also gather into a sea of light, giving people hope.

She pushed the door open, thinking about everyone's hard work in preparing for the memorial service, and letting the kitchen make some late-night snacks to fill her stomach. also stewed some tonic soup for Zhou Zihe by the way, I just hope that he is physically strong, and the second personality "Zihe" will never appear.

She came to the lobby on the first floor, there was no one around, she looked at the sky outside the door, and found that it was dawn.

She stood there in astonishment, bewildered.

She hurriedly ran upstairs and ran to the third floor, but was stopped by the iron door of the balcony on the fourth floor, and she secretly screamed, impossible, this is impossible.

Pushing open the iron gate, the open sky garden appeared in front of me, and the sky was cloudless and clear.

She looked out of the building, not far away, there were tall buildings, and she could vaguely see the Oriental Pearl.

She couldn't believe that she was suddenly back in the modern age.

So, what should Zhou Zihe, who is still in the country, do?

"What are you standing at the front desk in a daze, don't you have any guests today?" It was her modern boss who spoke, with the car keys in his hand and a cynical look.

This time, she really confirmed that she was back.

He sat on the sofa, "Quickly bring me a glass of ice mineral water, it's really hot outside, don't go out to play, let's stay in the store." ”

She looked at the antique clock, and it was already three and fifteen.

If memory serves, the mysterious old lady came to the store at three o'clock in the afternoon.

In other words, his trip to the Republic of China only lasted a few minutes.

"Song Wushuang, Manager Song, Miss Song, Song Xiaohua!"

She suddenly came back to her senses and immediately stopped her boss's next words, "Zhou Duojin, don't mention my nickname." ”

"Don't call me that, my name on my ID card is Zhou Changsheng."

"Then the name on my ID card is still Song Wushuang."

"I think Xiaohua is very good, how blunt it is to call you Manager Song, or Xiaohua is kind."

"I also think Zhou Duojin is better, and it is also your duty to attract wealth for Sunshine B&B."

Zhou Duojin went to the freezer under the counter and took out a bottle of mineral water, drank a few sips, and said, "Cheer up, if there are no guests, there will be no guests, and the salary will be opened to you, and you will not be missing." Don't worry, when I open a branch of Sunshine B&B, you will be the general manager. ”

What about the manager, what about the general manager, there are four people in the store. One is the boss Zhou Duojin, the other is the manager Song Wushuang, a cleaning sister Li, and a cooking chef Liu. At this scale, her managerial position is all imaginary.

Song Wushuang didn't continue to pay attention to him, and half of her thoughts were still left in the Sunshine Hotel in old Shanghai.

She can't let go, she can't let go of Zhou Zihe.

Is it difficult, everything in the Republic of China is her imagination? Does she have a physical illness?

However, the pain in her wrist was so real, it was injured by Zhou Zihe's second personality "Zihe".

Everything is so real, it proves that it is not her fantasy.