Hearing this, Song Ci was obviously stunned.

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhou to care about people."

Lu Xingzhi's meaningful words then sounded, making Song Ci come back to his senses.

She glanced at Zhou Yong, who had a pale face, and smiled with a smile in her eyebrows: "Thank you Mr. Zhou for worrying, but you are too worried." ”

After the words fell, Song Ci took the champagne glass from Zhou Yong's hand without hesitation, raised his wrist and slightly clinked glasses with Lu Xingzhi beside him.

"Cheers."

Seeing Song Ci taking a sip of wine and smiling lightly at Lu Xingzhi, Zhou Yi's brows unconsciously wrung down.

"My pleasure."

On the other hand, Lu Xingzhi's eyes were full of joy that could not be concealed.

He made a very gentlemanly salute and exchanged a glass with Song Ci.

The champagne entered his throat, and the dizzy feeling made Song Ci squint.

Lu Xingzhi opened his mouth and asked, "Are you okay, sister?" ”

"Thorn-"

Zhou Yong pulled open the seat next to him, and a harsh sound swept across the floor.

Song Ci frowned invisibly.

But he sat down blindly, leaning back on the chair with his straight back, staring directly at the action of the two of them handing glasses.

Seeing this, Lu Xingzhi's eyes were impatient, but when he faced Song Ci, he was still smiling.

"It's fine." Song Ci replied softly.

She didn't drink much and didn't feel sick.

Because of the change in her relationship with Song Ci, she didn't want to get drunk anymore and let Zhou Yong clean up the mess.

Now she doesn't want to have a relationship with Zhou Yong.

Lu Xingzhi deliberately took a few steps closer, lowered his head and wanted to clink glasses with Song Ci again.

Zhou Yong stood up suddenly, staring at his movements.

"It's time to talk about our cooperation, Mr. Song."

Zhou Yong read the word Song very seriously, pulled Song Ci's arm under Lu Xingzhi's slightly dissatisfied look, and strode out.

Behind him, Lu Xingzhi smiled playfully, turned his head and said to the person behind him, "Check Song Ci and Zhou Yong." ”

-

The cold breeze at night made Song Ci tremble unconsciously.

She hadn't drunk much, but she was still a little dizzy.

Zhou Yong kept a calm face and pushed Song Ci into the back seat.

"Sss

The sudden force made Song Ci fall uncontrollably to the seat, his slender arm slammed into the car window, and he let out a low cry of pain.

She raised her eyes and glared, her voice angry: "Zhou Yong, what are you doing!" ”

"Song Ci."

What responded to her was a flat voice in which Zhou Yong couldn't hear any emotion.

He pinched the tight tie he was tied and took off his suit jacket with a blank face.

Zhou Yong's actions made Song Ci's heart tremble, and his voice inevitably trembled: "What the hell are you going to do." ”

It's inexplicable!

Hearing this, Zhou Yi sneered very lightly.

He vigorously picked up Song Ci's white chin, and pushed Song Ci with a frown.

But Zhou Yong's figure did not move at all, staring at Song Ci's slightly trembling pupils, and opened his mouth word by word.

"Don't forget, you're still my titular wife."

As soon as these words came out, Song Ci laughed angrily.

She suddenly raised her hand to pat away Zhou Yi's condescending restraint, and raised her voice to refute: "Wife? Zhou Yong, have you forgotten, we have divorced a long time ago! ”

The word divorce kept echoing in the car, as if stepping heavily on Zhou Yi's heart.

He unconsciously clenched his palms and sighed.

"So you chatted so happily with Lu Xingzhi?"

Such an obvious interrogation made Song Ci even more irritable, and she gritted her teeth and replied: "First, I think Lu Xingzhi is a person who can cooperate. Second, it doesn't matter to you who I talk to happily. ”

After speaking, Song Ci laughed as if self-deprecating.

"What's more, Mr. Zhou shouldn't put extra care on me."

The words were cold, but with some imperceptible ridicule.

Zhou Yong listened very clearly.

His face darkened in an instant, and his hot palm pinched Song Ci's waist and brought it into his arms, and his voice was a little shorter: "Song Ci, don't always mess with me." ”

"Mess with you?"

Hearing this, Song Ci raised his head and looked at him fearlessly.

Zhou Yong's deep eyes reflected her face.

The corners of his eyes are slightly red, stubborn and firm.

Song Ci described Zhou Yong's somewhat uncontrollable expression, feeling strange and familiar.

As if sensing that his emotional ups and downs were too intense, Song Ci took a deep breath, but could only smell the oppressive aura of Zhou Zhi's approach.

She tried hard to maintain the clarity of her mind, and said calmly: "Zhou Ji, it's almost done." ”

"We have been okay for a long time, the disguise for my family is just a fig leaf, I have no right to interfere in your private life, naturally, you have no right to interfere with mine."

Song Ci said quietly, obviously coming back to his senses.

Hearing this, Zhou Yong fell silent.

She was right.

But for some reason, Zhou Yong didn't like this feeling.

He lowered his eyes and pondered, lingering on the word divorce for a long time, and finally looked up.

"What if we hadn't gotten divorced."

Such an assumption made Song Ci's body tremble slightly.

But in an instant, Jiang Zhenzhen chuckled and talked to Zhou Yong in her mind.

- Stayed by his side for more than two years.

- Sister-in-law, my brother is so kind to you, I have never seen him do this to others.

Fragments emerge one after another.

Song Ci only felt dizzy and swollen.

She pulled away and stepped back to the window without a trace.

"There are no ifs."

A neat sentence made the air pressure in the car sink a lot again.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes and lifted the corners of his lips for no reason.

He stared at Song Ci's alcohol-hot neck, twisted a few strands of her burgundy hair, but his voice was extremely cold: "Song Ci, you're right." ”

The two of them are obviously doing intimate acts like lovers, but the atmosphere is cold and unfamiliar.

Song Ci subconsciously opened his eyes.

In the face of Zhou Yong, she has a sense of restraint shrouded by others.

So Song Ci raised his voice: "Can I go back?" ”

She didn't want to confront Zhou Ji here.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Yi got up slowly and methodically, arranging his slightly messy shirt.

In every gesture, he shows the charm of a man.

Song Ci looked at the appearance of Sven in his clothes, and secretly sneered in his heart.

Sven scum.

"Gone."

Putting down this sentence, Zhou Yong pushed the door and sat in the driver's seat, without making a sound.

Song Ci was happy to be idle, and he kept his mouth shut and kept silent.

Zhou Yong drove very quickly tonight, and it didn't take long to arrive at Song Ci's accommodation.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Song Ci said lightly, turned around and got out of the car, and his pace was fast.

Staying in a confined space with Zhou Yong makes people feel suffocated.

She went home, shedding her coat that smelled of alcohol.

- What if we hadn't divorced.

For no reason, Zhou Yong's words resounded in Song Ci's mind, constantly echoing.

Song Ci only felt upset.

How can there be so many ifs in this world?

From the moment she found out that Jiang Zhen really existed, the relationship between the two could not end well, let alone not divorce.

The feeling of irritability made Song Ci shake his head violently, walked into the bathroom, and took a slightly cooler bath.

The water droplets dripped on his body, and the cold feeling made Song Ci a lot clearer.

Through the misty mirror, her eyes were dark.

She and Zhou Yong.

There is no other possibility......