Song Ci was very close to him, and Zhou Yong's words slowly flowed in her ears.

She froze in place for a moment.

An indescribable feeling permeated his heart, forcing Song Ci to frown and speak: "Are you serious? ”

Zhou Yong's expression was faint, and he nodded without hesitation.

Song Ci was speechless.

She felt more and more that Zhou Yong was simply making fun of herself.

Although the life of the husband and wife was relatively peaceful and harmonious before marriage, I didn't see him so idle, and he repeatedly used profits to negotiate terms with himself, or some nonsensical conditions when he heard them.

Song Ci thought for a moment, but didn't immediately agree: "Let's talk about it another day, when will we go back to your house?" ”

Hearing the sound, some playfulness appeared in Zhou Yong's eyes, and he leaned down and asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

"Don't mess me off." Song Ci pushed him, not very interested, "I still have something to do, say it quickly." ”

Zhou Yi straightened his back and replied, "At six o'clock tomorrow night, I will pick you up." ”

Song Ci originally wanted to respond casually, but recently, Gao Ze's ghost has not disappeared, and the people in the company love to gossip, so she still shook her head.

"I'll do it myself."

These words made Zhou Yong's eyes change, and his attitude faded: "Okay." ”

The two men fell silent.

"Talk about work at any time."

Song Ci said something, and the meaning in his words was obvious.

Except for work, don't bother her if you have nothing to do.

Zhou Yong agreed quickly, turned around and pushed the door and left.

Somehow, Song Ci felt that he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

If it was before, she might have cared about two sentences, but now, Song Ci closed the office door blindly.

The next evening.

Song Ci tidied up his clothes, picked up the gifts that he had prepared for his assistant, and strode out of the company.

On the way, many people greeted her in fear, and she answered a few words, and the high heels under her feet made a kicking sound.

Sure enough, Gao Ze followed step by step: "Mr. Song, I'll send you." ”

"No, I still have something."

Song Ci immediately waved his hand with a firm attitude: "You go back by yourself, and I'll talk to you about this cooperation tomorrow." ”

She took the contract to open the topic, Gao Ze really didn't force it anymore, and left with a smile.

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and walked for a long time before he caught a glimpse of Zhou Yong's tall figure leaning against the vehicle not far away.

Although deliberately hidden in the shadows, the temperament exuded by Zhou Yong still attracted the attention of many women, and he whispered happily.

"The one over there, so handsome!"

"Hey, did you think he's waiting for someone?"

In the eyes of everyone, Song Ci got into his car hard, and a wail immediately sounded behind him.

Zhou Yong looked natural and reversed on the steering wheel, Song Ci glanced at the screaming women outside the window, and praised: "Mr. Zhou's womanhood is still as good as ever." ”

"Even passers-by ...... now"

Song Ci didn't say any more, because Zhou Yong leaned over, and his fingers naturally rested on her shoulder.

"Both?"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and leaned over to buckle the safety belt for her.

At the moment of close contact, Song Ci's heart slowed down by half a beat, and he was busy opening his eyes: "I am reluctant to give up on you, Mr. Zhou is really charming." ”

There was some yin and yang weirdness in her words, and Zhou Yong heard it and shrugged: "It's not my fault." ”

Listening to the scumbag quotations he blurted out, Song Ci glared at him angrily: "Let's drive, heartthrob Mr. Zhou." ”

Sometimes Song Ci really thinks that Zhou Yong is good everywhere except for his character.

If it hadn't touched her bottom line, maybe they would still be a model contract couple, enjoying the envious gaze of others.

Song Ci thought about it and pinched his thigh.

Now that it's been all this, what's the use of thinking about it?

Zhou Yong's car drove very fast, and he didn't forget to explain: "Grandma said that she misses you very much, let me bring you back for a few days." ”

"Sss

Song Ci immediately gasped.

If you live under Mrs. Zhou's nose for a few days, you will definitely have to be in the same room as Zhou Yong.

She closed her eyes and tried to struggle: "Why don't you talk to her, I'll disturb your work at night?" ”

"She said she hadn't seen a husband who would be disturbed by his wife."

Zhou Yong lightly retold Mrs. Zhou's original words.

At this moment, Song Ci was completely deflated.

The car quickly drove to Zhou's house, Song Ci pushed open the door, and pressed the doorbell with a familiar look.

"Here we go!"

Old Lady Zhou's smiling voice came from afar in the room, and Song Ci was a little nervous.

After all, they are divorced.

The moment he thought of this, Song Ci hurriedly raised his arm and grabbed Zhou Yong.

And Mrs. Zhou pushed open the door, and saw two people standing outside with intimate movements, and smiled for a while: "Come in, the meal is ready." ”

"Okay grandma." Song Ci was smooth and didn't think there was any problem.

Zhou Yong glanced at her invisibly, with some unclear meaning in his eyes.

After entering the house, before Song Ci could speak, an unhappy female voice sounded next to him.

"Cut."

Zhou Can picked up the remote control on the coffee table, pressed it several times as if angry, and the TV screen switched quickly.

Song Ci knew that she didn't like herself, and she didn't have a hot face and a cold ass, so she nodded slightly and said hello.

Seeing this, Zhou Can felt even more uncomfortable, glared at her viciously, and deliberately said provocatively: "Why didn't you bring something?" ”

Zhou Yong followed Mrs. Zhou to the kitchen, and only the two of them confronted each other in the huge living room.

Song Ci smiled brightly: "Thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have forgotten." ”

She took out the valuable supplements and tea prepared in advance under Zhou Can's surprised gaze and placed them on the table in a regular manner.

"This, who is this thing to send!"

Zhou Can looked around, but didn't see what he gave himself, and immediately snorted coldly to find fault.

"Zhou Can."

Song Ci pursed his lips and was about to go back, when Zhou Yong's deep voice sounded, startling Zhou Can.

"Brother, aren't you in the kitchen?" Zhou Can asked cautiously.

"Be respectful, this is your sister-in-law."

Zhou Yong didn't answer her words, his face was serious.

He rarely reprimanded Zhou Can, but every time he was intimidating.

So this time, although Zhou Can was reluctant, he apologized angrily: "I'm sorry, sister-in-law." ”

"It's fine."

Song Ci didn't bother to bother with her, so he said casually, and sat down next to Zhou Yong.

Mrs. Zhou walked out of the kitchen with exquisite dishes, and smiled and motioned to Song Ci to eat more: "Come, eat this." ”

For the dishes that Mrs. Zhou brought over, Song Ci did not refuse.

"You've been married for a while."

While eating, Mrs. Zhou asked a little stiffly, and her eyes looked a little hesitant.

Hearing this, Song Ci didn't think much about it, and nodded: "It's been a long time." ”

Seeing that Song Ci didn't think there was anything wrong, Mrs. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked, "Then you, is the life of husband and wife still harmonious?" ”

These words were vague, but Song Ci's arms for eating stopped in the air, and his ears were a little hot.

She didn't know how to answer, and she hesitated, which made Mrs. Zhou even more nervous.

Mrs. Zhou hesitated for a moment, and then continued stubbornly.

"If Zhou Yong dislikes you, you must tell him."