The sudden intimate move made Song Ci's heart tremble.

Facing Zhou Ji's scorching gaze, the corners of her lips lifted a mocking smile.

"Never sorry for me?"

Song Ci seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, faced Zhou Zhi's low pressure look, and pushed him mockingly.

The two were separated.

Zhou Yong's eyes remained unchanged, and he looked at Song Ci steadily, but there was a burning pain in his heart.

Song Ci in front of him was so cold that he felt strange.

"Mr. Zhou may be a noble person who forgets things, so he said that he didn't say sorry for me."

Song Ci said word by word, looking at Zhou Yong without fear, and his voice was very heavy: "I don't have time to accompany Mr. Zhou to spend on such boring things." ”

In the face of Zhou Yong's frank words, Song Ci really wanted to throw Jiang Zhenzhen's in his face.

But she couldn't help but think of the impatient look she had when she cautiously mentioned it that night.

Jiang Zhenzhen is now like a thorn between the two.

If you touch it a little, you will lose both.

So Song Ci simply didn't mention it, trying to maintain the calm appearance of the two of them at the moment.

"I've read the contract, and I have no objections."

Zhou Yong was still staring at her like a torch, Song Ci's expression was very light, and he continued to add: "If there is a need for work, or to deal with my uncle and aunt, I will arrive on time, but if it has nothing to do with it......

She walked slowly to the hidden door, and after a leisurely sentence, she turned to leave.

"I'll forgive me."

The door slammed shut.

Zhou Yong's slender fingers unconsciously clenched the document, and wrinkles appeared on the brown paper.

A moment later, he sat back in his office chair, rubbing his swollen forehead deeply, feeling a little helpless for the first time.

Song Ci, what are you thinking?

-

The cooperation continued as usual, and Song Ci's attitude was more official, and he basically would not have any exchanges with Zhou Yi in words and deeds except for negotiations.

Occasionally, she just passed by with a business smile on her face.

After a few days in a row, Song Ci felt that life was calm and even a lot more leisurely.

Although he didn't know how Zhou Ji would deal with his family during the period when he didn't appear, Song Ci was happy and didn't care.

Evening.

Song Ci finished his work, got up and picked up his bag and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Gao Ze immediately walked over diligently and asked for warmth: "Mr. Song, are you going back?" ”

Facing his gaze, Song Ci felt uncomfortable, and said perfunctorily after snorting, "Hmm." ”

"Then I'll send you."

Hearing Song Ci's answer, Gao Ze instantly leaned closer and said with a smile.

Song Ci wrinkled his eyebrows, and was about to find a reason to refuse at will, when a cold male voice came from behind him.

"She's going to meet with me tonight."

Zhou Yong said in a deep voice, and his eyes fell on Song Ci.

Seeing this, Gao Ze was inevitably a little embarrassed, but he still looked at Song Ci without giving up: "Mr. Song ......"

"Well, let's go."

Although Song Ci was dissatisfied with Zhou Yong's failure to inform him in advance, it was obviously more appropriate to agree to him now.

In Gao Ze's depressed gaze, the two left together.

As soon as he left the company, Song Ci chuckled: "Why didn't I know, I was going to meet a customer tonight?" ”

She was obviously smiling, but she gave people the feeling of alienation from thousands of miles away.

Zhou Yong's face did not change: "You know now." ”

The luxury car stopped outside the company, Song Ci glanced at Zhou Yi, and elegantly raised his leg to get on the co-pilot.

The night scene outside the window slowly receded with the lush trees, and Song Ci naturally turned on the air conditioner in the car and held his chin comfortably.

"So, who are you going to meet?" Song Ci turned his head and asked.

Zhou Yong was reversing the car in reverse, and he was not shocked: "A party, everything that should be prepared is ready, don't worry." ”

Hearing this, Song Ci looked back.

The gown was housed in a delicate box, with a faint hint of white edges.

Her smile was even stronger: "I hope Mr. Zhou will tell me early next time and don't make your own decisions." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yong frowned and stepped on the brakes.

"Ahh

Song Ci instantly fell forward due to inertia, but fortunately there was a seat belt to stop him.

She patted her chest in shock, and glared angrily at Zhou Yong, who was breezy next to her: "What are you doing?" ”

What a nerve suddenly!

Hearing Song Ci's reprimand of his embarrassment, Zhou Yong evoked a faint smile.

Finally, it's not a marionette-like formulaic reaction.

Song Ci saw that he didn't mean to apologize for a long time, so he was so angry that he stopped talking.

The atmosphere in the car fell silent, and I quickly arrived at the venue.

Zhou Yong parked the car and was about to open the car door for Song Ci, when he saw her carrying the box of dresses in a hurry.

Seeing this, Zhou Yong smiled dumbly and raised his heels.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Song Ci was a little distracted.

Dressed in a burgundy exquisite haute couture dress, her snow-white skin is whiter and smoother, her slender waist is tied by streamers, her slender and straight calves meander down, stepping on a ten-centimeter hatred of the sky, and the whole person's temperament is extremely elegant.

She looked at it for a while, pushed the door and walked out, and met Zhou Yi who was fiddling with his mobile phone.

He was not wearing luxury, just a jet-black suit, but it stood out and dazzling in the crowd.

Song Ci slandered: Blind with this face and this figure, why did it grow on the body of a scumbag!

She shook her head in disgust, and then asked, "Our relationship?" ”

"Partner." Zhou Yong replied unhurriedly.

Depending on the identity of the people present, they will also have different relationships.

Today, it's the most relaxed.

Song Ci bowed his head with satisfaction and walked into the venue with Zhou Yong.

In the brightly lit conference hall, there were a lot of people, and everyone's face was filled with a variety of expressions.

Song Ci looked around and saw many familiar figures in the industry, so he inevitably looked at them carefully for a while.

"What are you looking at?"

Almost at the same time, Zhou Yong's question came.

Hearing the voice, Song Ci was about to answer, when a slightly sharp female voice was sandwiched between the two.

"Mr. Zhou~"

Listening to this contrived sound that made people fall goosebumps, Song Ci almost threw up dinner.

She looked over and found that a woman in a miniskirt was smiling and pasting on Zhou Yong's body: "I have admired the name for a long time, and it makes me really happy to see it today~"

Zhou Yi's brows were twisted so fast that he could clip off a fly.

He took a few steps back without a trace, not even giving her a superfluous look.

The woman in front of her didn't give up, and the hippie smiling face still wanted to be close, and even tried to lean on his body: "Mr. Zhou~"

"Poof."

Song Ci's embarrassing mistake was made in an instant, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

However, it was this fluttering sentence that completely annoyed this woman who couldn't hold her face.

She pointed her finger at Song Ci angrily, and her face turned red.

"What are you laughing at!"