Looking at the light wind on his face, Song Jingyu smiled contemptuously.

He put his leg up and rubbed his calf gently.

Listening to a crisp sound, Jiang Chongzhou's chopsticks fell to the ground, and when he lowered his head to pick up something, he could see the heat that was going on under the table at a glance.

He just pretended not to see it, and calmly picked up the chopsticks, his expression calm as if nothing had happened just now.

Soon the breakfast time was over, and the four of them dispersed to go their separate ways.

Zhou Fusheng and Shen Zhixing went to study.

Song Jingyu and Jiang Chongzhou went to meet customers together.

During the period, customers raised their glasses one after another, intending to pour Song Jingyu wine, but they were all stopped by Jiang Chongzhou politely, but the more they got later, the more out of control the situation became.

The client on the other side was still drinking glass after glass, avoiding the project and thinking about how to make her drink.

At the wine table full of men, Song Jingyu realized that she was out of place.

Especially when they were drunk and talked about women, those unbearable words pierced her like a sharp sword.

At the moment she is like a clown for jokes.

Song Jingyu was really disgusting.

Regardless of it, he left Jiang Chongzhou alone and took a taxi back to the hotel.

Standing at the elevator entrance, the elevator door slowly closed, her reflection gradually reflected in the door, but when the elevator door was about to close, a hand passed through the crack in the door and pressed against the middle.

"Excuse me!" A familiar voice sounded in front of him.

Or the black T-shirt she wore when she went out in the morning, she was very familiar with it.

After being depressed all day, when she saw Zhou Fusheng, a smile finally appeared on Song Jingyu's face.

However, the smile froze after the elevator door opened completely.

Because Zhou Fusheng is not alone.

It was not Shen Zhixing who followed closely behind, but a woman with a strange face, who looked very well-behaved, a head lower than him, and was a completely different type compared to Song Jingyu.

The woman came in and held his arm tightly, and the two were very intimate.

After Zhou Fusheng entered the elevator, Quan Dang couldn't see her, but spoke to the woman next to him in a gentle tone.

Song Jingyu stared at him viciously, her eyes were fierce as if she was coming to ask for her life.

When the elevator door opened again, she couldn't help it and called him: "You stop me!" ”

The two of them stopped hearing this.

I saw Zhou Fusheng turn around, glance at her lightly, raise his eyebrows and ask, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Jingyu walked out of the elevator directly.

Under the woman's stunned gaze, he hooked Zhou Fusheng's neck, his chin rested on his shoulder, and a fiery kiss fell on his neck.

"Are you crazy?!"

Zhou Fusheng pushed her away heavily, and said in a very bad tone, this is Zhou Fusheng she has never seen before, and now in her opinion, she is annoyed and angry because of the woman in front of her.

But Song Jingyu didn't care about these at all, and walked over again and hugged him tightly.

Look at his fair-skinned neck and kiss it again.

Zhou Fusheng didn't know what to say for a while, and after a few seconds, he pushed her away again and coldly threw her down: "Don't be here if you want to get sick." ”

After saying that, he calmed the woman's emotions, and then took her arm and walked away.

Song Jingyu stood in the corridor and stared at them blankly.

After a long time, I realized that I was relieved.

She dragged her exhausted body and staggered back to her room, her expression stiffening in the mirror.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Song Jingyu got dressed and came out to open the door, and as soon as she opened it, she was surrounded by a sudden force.

She was surprised: "Zhou Fusheng! ”