The huge bathroom, because of the man's departure, was so quiet that the needle fell and heard the sound.

About five or six seconds before Zhou Zhan left, Song Qingsi's voice came from the door: "Fang Ziqin, come out!" I know you're in there. ”

Only then did she notice that the phone was not in her hand, and that it had fallen on the sink in a hurry when she came in.

Song Qingsi saw the phone and knew that she was hiding in the cubicle.

Fang Ziqin pushed the door and walked out, with a little alcohol on his face: "Give me back the phone." ”

"Ziqin, since you have seen it, then I don't want to hide it from you."

Song Qingsi was like a fox with its tail exposed, with three points of timidity on her face, and seven points of success: "But I hope our relationship will not collapse because of private matters, after all, university is the best ......"

"Song Qingsi, do you still want to be shameless?" Fang Ziqin glared at her and interrupted the word girlfriend.

Seeing this, Song Qingsi didn't pretend at all, and directly put it up: "I really think of myself as Mrs. Zhou, a woman who is about to be swept away."

didn't think much about it, Fang Ziqin slapped her in the face.

"Fang Ziqin, you slut dare to beat me."

Song Qingsi covered her sore and swollen left face, her face was red and her neck was thick, and her whole person was not good.

Looking at her again, her expression was calm without the slightest fluctuation: "Don't mention the word girlfriend to me, you are not worthy."

Song Qingsi was so frightened that she took two steps back, and she subconsciously protected her face: "Fang Ziqin, do you really think of yourself as the mother of the palace?" Don't just rely on your own family background to be better, Old Man Zhou loves you for three points, and wants to climb to the Zhou family, so that your entire Fang family will be honored. ”

"I'm afraid no one thought that someone would marry in, but Zhou Zhan didn't even look at you, let alone touch you."

Song Qingsi's expression was domineering, and her tone was rampant and sharp: "He spends most of his time with me, and Mrs. Zhou, who you are marrying, is also empty and lonely, right?" ”

Fang Ziqin's face did not change: "No matter how down, people still have to respectfully call me Mrs. Zhou, and you can only hide in the darkness that you can't see, this is the difference between me and you." ”

"What if you're not favored and have a name?"

"That's better than not even having a name."

Song Qingsi's expression froze, and she was a little embarrassed.

Fang Ziqin didn't wait for her to answer, put the phone in his pocket, and walked away.

……

It was three days at a time.

Fang Ziqin has been living in the apartment, and Zhou Zhan has never returned.

In more than a year of marriage, the number of times he has been back to the apartment is enough to count on one hand.

Until this day, Zhou Zhan's personal secretary Qiao Dongsheng led Song Qingsi to the Pangu family to see the house.

She sat on the sofa in the hall, leisurely fiddling with her freshly made nails, and there were four or five sales ladies standing in front of her.

"You are not qualified enough, call your Fang Zong."

While speaking, Song Qingsi's eyes fell unscrupulously on several sales ladies: "I want her to take me to see the house in person." ”

"Miss, we're always in a meeting......"

"Then go and call her."

Song Qingsi was aggressive and refused to give an inch.

After several people looked at each other, one of them had to go upstairs to call someone.

Three minutes later, a beautiful young figure came to the elevator.

Facing Song Qingsi's gaze, Fang Ziqin hooked her lips slightly and smiled: "Miss Song, the sales time of the Pangu family is calculated as one thousand yuan per hour, and you have delayed the whole morning for five people, please go to the front desk to pay the five-hour service fee for five people, a total of 25,000." ”

Song Qingsi's expression froze.

"Credit card or cash?" Fang Ziqin continued to pretend to be stupid and urged.