After entering the door, Mother Song naturally acquiesced to the fact that their husband and wife lived in the same room, and urged them to go upstairs to sleep.

Song Ci is now a dumb eater of Coptis chinensis, and he doesn't even have an excuse to resign.

But thinking of lying in the same bed with Zhou Yong for the night, she decided to die and struggle, "Mom, just let Zhou Yong sleep in the guest room." It's getting late, and he's got something to do tomorrow morning. ”

Mother Song glared at her, "Whose husband and wife still sleep in separate rooms!" ”

Song Ci and Zhou Yong have been married for several years and have not had any children until now, and this matter has always been a big problem for her.

Seeing that Song Ci still wanted to mention the division of the room, she resolutely disagreed.

In the eyes of Mother Song, feelings are cultivated.

In the end, under the eyes of Song's mother, Song Ci could only enter her bedroom with Zhou Yong.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Ci pushed him against the wall and warned: "I tell you, if you dare to do anything to me, I will cut off your life!" ”

After that, his eyes glanced down at him, with a strong sense of threat.

Zhou Yong raised his hands and looked at her lazily like a fried cat, his eyes were full of helplessness and a little unconsciously gentle.

"Okay, I won't touch you."

Song Cihu stared at him suspiciously.

She can't be blamed for this, after all, Zhou Yong really has no credibility at all.

And this guy has already done something to her several times, and lying in the same bed with him is like going into a wolf's den.

Or the kind she took the initiative to send to the door.

If I had known, it would have been better to let Song Wan pick her up.

Song Ci went to take a bath in a distraught, and before going in, he also instructed: "Don't mess with the things in my room." ”

It's not that she has any secrets that she can't see people, it's just that she has lived in this room for more than ten years, and this is the first time that an outsider has come in, and this person is still her ex-husband.

How strange it looks.

Song couldn't get past the hurdle in his heart.

Zhou Yong walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and replied casually: "Got it." ”

His posture looks more leisurely than that of Song Ci, as if he is at home.

There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and Zhou Yong looked at the sporadic lights outside in an uncertain mood, and his thoughts drifted away with the smoke.

In the three years since he married Song Ci, he has also been to the Song family villa several times, and Song's father and mother are very good to him, and even the youngest Song Wan is willing to give him a little care.

Sometimes, he is quite envious of Song Ci, who has a warm and harmonious family.

Unlike him, his parents died when he was a child, and he never knew what the family was.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, Zhou Yong remembered that he once had a home, which was given to him by Song Ci.

When Song Ci came out of the shower, Zhou Yong had just finished smoking a cigarette, and there was still a trace of mist lingering on his lips, which made his whole person look a little sexy.

Originally, it was very good looks and figures, and with the blessing of the specific environment at night, it is estimated that few women can withstand it.

Song Ci knew early on that the biggest aura on Zhou Yong was not his identity, but his impeccable face.

With such a face, even if it is a poor boy, there are a lot of women who are willing to be scum once.

It's really a red face, Song Ci sighed lightly.

But unfortunately, she was not blessed.

She can't afford to provoke this peach blossom debt.

She opened the closet, took out a set of clothes from it and threw it to Zhou Yong.

This is still left by Zhou Yong when he went home with her during the Chinese New Year, she was busy during this time, and she didn't go home all the time, and she didn't have time to deal with these things.

"Don't get me wrong, I just didn't have time to lose it." Song Ci met his playful eyes and explained.

Zhou Yong's eyes smiled slightly, and he took his clothes and turned around and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom is frosted glass, so you can't see the figure clearly, but you can roughly see an outline.

Song Ci watched silently for a few seconds, and then thought to himself, Zhou Yong shouldn't have peeked just now, right?

No matter what, she decided to pretend to be a turtle before Zhou Yong came out of the shower, and buried her head in the quilt as soon as she closed her eyes.

Zhou Yong looked a little tired, he had more entertainment during this time, and he had to take time to see Jiang Zhenzhen every day.

He had long been accustomed to this kind of life, but when he came home at midnight and found that all that awaited him was a desert, his mood involuntarily began to become irritable.

In the past, although Song Ci would not wait for him to come back, if it was too late, he would leave a lamp for him in the living room.

Every time he saw the light from afar through the car window, he knew there was another person in the house.

The feeling is subtle and easy to overlook.

It wasn't until Song Ci moved away for a while that he suddenly realized that something was indeed missing.

When Zhou Yong came out of the shower, Song Ci was already "asleep".

He wiped his hair, sat on the balcony for a while, and then lay down on the bed when it was almost dry.

He turned sideways to turn off the light, but when his eyes fell on Song Ci's fair and flawless face, he saw that her eyelashes trembled slightly, where was the appearance of sleeping in the past.

Pretending to be asleep?

Zhou Yong's lips hooked a slight arc, and he had already planned to let her go.

He deliberately leaned over Song Ci by turning off the light, and the distance between the two was so close that his lips gently brushed her forehead.

Song Ci pretended to sleep and pretended to be in pain.

Zhou Yong, a dead scumbag, doesn't talk much!

"Still pretending?" Zhou Yong's fingers rubbed her lips lightly, and he said in a low voice.

Song Ci used his elbows to separate the distance between the two, and his body retreated a little before he opened his eyes.

"What if you don't touch me?" She looked at Zhou Ji with a wrong gaze, and asked in a cold tone.

It's the same posture as at the negotiating table, except that the occasion and timing are not quite right.

Zhou Yong leaned behind him, his hand casually resting on the quilt on her body, with a cynical posture.

"I thought you were trying to get away with it."

"I want you to be big!" Song Ci was angry with his words.

How thick is this man's skin?

"Don't deal with me with your dandy set!" Song was angry and kicked him.

That foot was no different from tickling, but it made Zhou Yong's eyes darken, "If you want to sleep well, give me a little rest." ”

Song Ci naturally knew what he wanted to say, and scolded in a low voice: "Beast." ”

Zhou Yong pressed her restless legs, and said with a bit of gritted teeth: "Haven't you already seen more beasts?" ”

Is he really a decent gentleman?

Song Cishen felt that he couldn't sleep at all if he went on like this, so he took out another quilt from the cabinet and threw it at him.

"If you dare to do it again, I'll chop you up!"

Zhou Yong provoked her several times tonight, and he knew what it meant to accept it when he saw it, and he was really anxious, and it was estimated that he could be driven out directly.

"If you don't move, go to sleep."

Song Ci snorted coldly, turned his back to him and turned off the light, rolled himself into the quilt, and fell asleep.

In the dark, Zhou Yong kept his eyes open.

Listening to the sound of breathing around me, the mood that had been irritable for a long time suddenly calmed down.