Song Ci's vigilant attitude made Zhou Yong's eyes darken, but when he saw her frowning and kneading her ankles, he stepped forward and leaned down.

"I'll see."

Hearing this, Song Ci subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Zhou Yong's slightly cold palm had already come up.

"Sss Song Ci cried out in pain.

Zhou Yong's expression remained unchanged, looking at a high red lump on her ankle, and seemed a little helpless: "I won't eat you again." ”

Hearing the meaning of his words, Song Ci's ears were a little red, but he still stubbornly didn't start: "Don't worry about it." ”

She wanted to withdraw her legs, but she couldn't move because of Zhou Ji's clamping.

Song Ci gritted his teeth and almost got started: "Let go of me." ”

In response to her, Zhou Yong's unwavering gaze was given.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a few minutes, and finally Song Ci compromised, no longer struggled, and simply closed his eyes and lay down to rest.

It's her room anyway!

Seeing this, Zhou Yong laughed: "You will enjoy it." ”

As he spoke, he looked around.

Song Ci's room was warm and clean, all the objects were arranged in an orderly manner, and there were several photo frames on the table.

"I'm feeling better."

Song Ci got up slowly, saw what Zhou Ji was looking at intently, and looked over suspiciously.

In the photo frame in the corner, surrounded by large pink flowers, Song Ci wore a delicate white dress, smiling like a flower in front of their former wedding room.

It was a photo taken on their wedding day.

Song Ci felt his head buzz for a moment, and he barely stood up with an indifferent expression: "I just think I'm very good-looking in this photo." ”

The rest of the memories related to Zhou Yong have long been handled by her, but she did not deliberately discard this photo frame.

She is unbelievably beautiful in the picture, and Song Ci can be regarded as a reminder to herself, and that happy time of respecting each other has long passed.

Now, they have nothing to do with each other.

Zhou Yong stared at Song Ci for a long time, and finally returned to the photo, his expression was obscure.

The atmosphere that had eased a little just now instantly became tense again.

The night was getting deeper.

During this period, Song Ci pondered and meditated, trying to find a way to send Zhou Yong away.

But Song's mother seemed to be iron-hearted, no matter what Song Ci said, she didn't listen to anything, and finally even reminded her loudly: "How long have you been married, you can't even see the shadow of your children, don't tear up the topic for me." ”

In this regard, Song Ci could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and lock his door, and turned around and smiled playfully at last week.

Suddenly, she was angry: "What are you laughing at?" Push the question to me when you are being tortured in your house, and be alone in my house. ”

"What kind of man are you!"

After some words, Zhou Yong smiled angrily.

He pressed Song Ci against the door, pinched her white chin with his fingers, and exhaled warmly: "Do you need me to prove that I am not a man?" ”

As he spoke, he pinched Song Ci's thin waist with his big palm.

The action of rubbing made Song Ci tremble, glared back angrily, and struggled to push him: "Dead pervert, let go of me!" ”

Such close contact made her face flush a little ambiguously.

Zhou Yong was afraid that she would hurt her ankle again, so he didn't be aggressive anymore, got up and sat down on the chair next to him slowly.

Song Ci took a few deep breaths as if he had been granted amnesty.

Anyway, they're going to have to spend the night in the same room tonight.

Song Wan couldn't wait for Song to come over, so she was a little anxious and sent a text message to ask.

[Sister, why haven't you come here yet? 】

Song Ci sighed invisibly, and with a light tap of his fingers, he told her about his broken foot.

"Jingle bell—"

Almost instantly, Song Wan's call came.

Song Ci didn't think much about it: "Hey? ”

"Sister, are you okay now? He didn't do anything to you, did he? Otherwise, you might as well come here! ”

After the phone was connected, Song Wan chattered endlessly, and Song Ci's ears, which were loud, almost exploded.

She took her phone a little farther away, and the wailing voice of the girl opposite resounded in the room: "My poor sister! ”

Zhou Yi's eyebrows twitched, and he stopped talking.

Looking at his deflated appearance, Song Ci was in a happy mood, and lifted the corners of his lips to reassure: "An, your sister won't have an accident, you sleep obediently, I'll talk to you tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, Song Wan cried wolf for a while, and then hung up the phone with no peace of mind.

Zhou Yong glanced up at her: "I'm ...... in your sister's heart"

"Arrogant, paranoid, perverted."

Song Ci replied with a smile, and even walked away from him without a trace.

Zhou Yong's slender fingers tightened, but he still resisted the inexplicable impulse that crossed his heart.

He glanced at Song Ci and slowly faded off the straight suit on his body.

"What are you doing?" Song Ci is like a frightened bird.

"Sleep."

Zhou Yong's words were concise and to the point, and the fingers pinching the tie were clean and powerful, which provoked Song Ci to take a few more looks.

Putting aside his character, his fiancé does have the capital to be a scumbag.

Broad shoulders and narrow waist, handsome face, strong assets.

The configuration can be called the diamond king.

It's a pity not personally.

Song Ci sneered in his heart, pursed his lips, didn't ask anything more, turned around and took out two sets of bedding from the closet.

Throwing the slightly larger one to Zhou Yong, Song Ci pointed to the boundary between the two that was not wide but not narrow: "Don't go beyond here, Mr. Zhou." ”

Looking at her behavior as if a kindergarten child was drawing a 38th line, Zhou Ji crossed a black line in front of his forehead: "You just stop me with this thing?" ”

It's how much I look down on him.

If he wants to, don't say one quilt, ten quilts can't stop it.

But Song Ci nodded magnificently and smiled briskly: "Mr. Zhou, who is famous in our industry, will definitely not do anything that does not conform to his identity, right?" ”

Both inside and outside the words were hinting that he should not do anything strange.

After all, the two are now divorced.

If it was before, Song Ci would naturally be able to tolerate Zhou Yong's flirtatious actions from time to time.

But this is not what it used to be, and she naturally will not let Zhou Yong gain the upper hand in the relationship between the two.

Hearing the sound, the corners of Zhou Yong's lips hooked, and without saying anything, he took off his clothes and went to bed.

The bright lights were turned off, and the room was instantly dark.

Song Ci lay flat, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The sudden appearance of the hot body around her made her toss and turn.

And she has long been accustomed to living alone, and she can't sleep.

Although her movements were subtle, they couldn't escape Zhou Ji's ears.

He opened his eyes and looked into the darkness, where a clump curled up in the quilt next to him was constantly churning, like a frightened bunny.

Zhou Yong didn't realize that the corners of his lips lifted, and he raised his hand to pat her quilt.

"Can't sleep?"

Hearing this, Song Ci's body stiffened.

She tried to pretend to be asleep, but she knew that Zhou Ji would not give up if she couldn't get an accurate answer, so she hummed angrily.

"Huh."

Zhou Yi smiled lowly, his voice dull and magnetic.

Hearing him laugh, Song Ci was about to say something, when Yu Guang caught a glimpse of his hand reaching over and resting on the boundary between the two in the middle.

The wide palms convey warmth.

Song Ci was instantly blinded.

Is he going to hold it himself?