"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with Mr. Zhou." Song Ci said mercilessly, "I just don't think it's good to continue to trouble you, so I took my mother back to recuperate, that's all." ”

She was succinct in her statement, and she didn't seem to want to dwell too much on Zhou.

However, such an attitude made Zhou Yi's brows frown even tighter. xinku

"Song Ci, what are you crazy about."

His voice was also a little cold, which was almost consistent with Song Ci's attitude.

Hearing this, Song Ci laughed angrily, word by word: "I'm crazy? Then you're going to think I'm going crazy. In short, I have worked hard for Mr. Zhou to take care of me during this time, and I hope that if you are okay in the future, you will not come to me again. ”

As soon as the words fell, she raised her hand and pressed the hang up button, without any delay.

Zhou Yong's words were forcibly blocked, he snorted in frustration, resisted the urge to drop his mobile phone and lit a cigarette.

On the other side, Song Ci's head hurt a little, rubbed it twice, and threw himself into the soft bed.

What happened in the past two days made Song Ci unspeakable.

I always feel that I am the water against me.

Otherwise, how could you encounter so many bad things at once?

Thinking about it, it didn't take long for Song Ci to fall asleep groggyly.

The next day.

She didn't set the alarm clock, and her body was tired, so she naturally got up late.

Look at yourself in the mirror who can be called embarrassed.

Song Ci poured cold water on his face.

Drops of water fell down her smooth skin, and she was completely refreshed.

She's not the kind of person who slumps.

Besides, the current Zhou Ji is nothing to her.

Song Ci smiled at himself in the mirror, and his expression was much clearer.

The people from Zhou Yong's company called to hand over the phone, and Song Ci answered without leaking, gentle and polite.

This attitude made the staff feel like a spring breeze, and when they passed by Zhou Yong's office, they couldn't help but mutter: "Miss Song is really gentle......"

Zhou Yong's hand holding the pen paused.

Gentle?

He frowned, it was really difficult to associate the recent Song Ci with gentleness.

But looking at the employee's relaxed appearance, Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and dialed her phone.

This time it only rang twice before it was picked up.

"Hey, Mr. Zhou, is there anything at work?"

Speaking is a polite language for detached work.

Feeling a silence, Song Ci held his mobile phone and asked again: "Hey?" ”

Zhou Yong responded lightly: "Well, I will go to your company this afternoon to discuss the follow-up work." ”

"Okay, I'll hang up if it's okay."

Song Ci's voice was as usual, but he didn't hang up the phone, but waited for Zhou Yong's reply.

Such a move made Zhou Yong even more unaccustomed.

In the past, Song Ci hung up the phone after arguing with himself, why is it so abnormal today?

"Huh?"

Song Ci raised his voice in a questioning tone, allowing Zhou Yong to find his voice back: "It's okay." ”

At this moment, Song Ci hung up.

Only Zhou Yong was left silently stunned in place.

And the handover between the two in the afternoon went very smoothly, which is normal.

is also such a harmonious normal, which makes Zhou Yong uncomfortable.

Song Ci has always been conscientious and conscientious in the face of work, he knows it, but she will always use her own cleverness and trickery to break out of her own profits.

In this regard, Zhou Yong has always turned a blind eye.

Today he had already made this plan.

But Song Ci was serious and serious, but he didn't have any appearance of wanting to make more profits.

Seeing this, Zhou Yong couldn't help but open his mouth: "Why didn't you make more profits this time?" ”

Hearing this, Song Ci's face did not change, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "What is Mr. Zhou talking about." ”

"The profits you distribute are very fair and reasonable, and our company is not the kind of company that likes to take advantage of small advantages, so naturally we will not be embarrassed by Mr. Zhou."

After she answered, she lowered her eyes and looked at the contract carefully.

This made Zhou Yong's next questioning words nowhere to be placed, and the corners of his lips couldn't help twitching.

But Song Ci didn't mean to deal with him at all, and after checking the contract, he smiled very formulaically: "Mr. Zhou, happy cooperation." ”

Such a dull and smooth process, others may cheer, but in Zhou Yong's opinion, it seems particularly strange.

He got up and slowly approached Song Ci.

Such a move made Song Ci's heart skip a beat.

She was about to dodge when her wrist was clamped by the man in front of her.

After a few breaths, Song Ci was pressed into the corner with documents.

"Smack-"

Tabletop items that had been neat also fell to the ground.

Song Ci's face loosened slightly, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Zhou Yong, let me go." ”

"Oh? Isn't it Mr. Zhou? ”

Zhou Yong stared at her shaking eyes slowly and methodically, and sneered.

Such blatant staring and oppression made Song Ci feel uncomfortable, she struggled to break free, and threatened in a low voice: "This is the office, people come and go, aren't you afraid of being on the lace news tomorrow?" ”

"What am I afraid of?"

In response to her, Zhou Yong didn't care about the faint words.

As for the family, they are still a model couple who have not been divorced.

As for how the media will report it, Zhou Yong is not interested at all.

Seeing this, Song Ci took a deep breath and replied with a smile; "I'm afraid she'll be angry, Mr. Zhou, I see that she is sick, so don't be angry with her...... Hmmm......"

Her uplifted words drowned out in tiny kisses.

The blue tendons on Zhou Yong's forehead burst out, and he pressed Song Ci to deepen the kiss.

Song Ci reacted after a short stunned moment, and began to struggle desperately: "You bastard...... Let me go! ”

Finally breaking away from Zhou Ji's sudden hooligan move, Song Ci raised his hand and wiped his soft red lips desperately.

The rough touch made Song Ci feel some pain, but she still wiped it vigorously, as if it was stained with something unclean.

Seeing this, Zhou Yong's face darkened.

He pinched Song Ci's chin and forced the two to look at each other.

"Mr. Zhou, do you know what you're doing?"

Song Ci also calmed down a little, and asked calmly: "You are sorry for her and me for doing this." ”

Zhou Yong did not answer.

He just looked at Song Ci's eyes fixedly.

These clear eyes were all reflected in their own figures.

And yet now.

All he could see was the undisguised dissatisfaction and anger inside.

Zhou Yong suddenly lost interest and let go of her.

In this regard, Song Ciru was granted amnesty and hurriedly sorted out his messy clothes.

When she raised her eyes again, she saw Zhou Yong suddenly laughing, hooking the corners of her lower lip with some frivolity, but there was no smile at the end of her eyes.

Such a contradictory feeling appeared on him, and Song Ci's heart beat half a beat slower.

Zhou Ji approached step by step, and the tall figure was shrouded in Song Ci by the shadow cast by the fluorescent lamp.

Song Ci thought that he was going to force it again, and was about to turn around and run, when the noble man in front of him suddenly grabbed his waist and forced the two to cling close.

His eyes seemed to be able to devour Song Ci alive, and he gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Song Ci, I've never been sorry for you."