As soon as these words came out, everyone at the dinner table fell silent.

Zhou Canhu looked at the silent appearance of the two people suspiciously, picking up the rice in the bowl indiscriminately, and didn't want to see Song Ci at all.

Song Ci was amused by Mrs. Zhou's words, glanced at Zhou Yi with a little meaning, and replied in a long tone: "Indeed, I am a little dissatisfied." ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Ci obviously saw that Zhou Yong's figure stiffened for an instant, and he couldn't help but feel good.

"Look!"

Mrs. Zhou immediately opened the conversation box and chattered to Zhou Yong: "Husband and wife life is a matter of two people, how can you not take care of the emotions of resignation?" If you're not satisfied, you won't be able to get pregnant! ”

In the end, the original problem in Zhou's mother was exposed.

The two glanced at each other, full of tacit understanding: "This kind of thing can't be forced, don't worry." ”

"Not in a hurry?"

Mrs. Zhou's voice raised an octave: "The old Wang family next door is hugging their grandson, and I am alone, and I am embarrassed to look at it!" ”

Song Ci knew that the older generation always had an inexplicable comparison in this regard, so he didn't speak again.

Zhou Yong also fell silent, letting Mrs. Zhou babble.

"Okay, now that you find out what the problem is, solve it well."

After talking a lot, Mrs. Zhou looked at Song Ci again in a serious tone: "What are you dissatisfied with him, just mention it, what are the husband and wife afraid of saying it, do you say?" ”

Song Ci couldn't help but smile and nodded: "Yes." ”

Zhou Yong's face became darker and darker, and finally put the bowl down and seriously pulled up Song Ci's arm: "Grandma, I still have work to talk about with her, so go up first." ”

When the words fell, he ignored Mrs. Zhou and Song Ci's answers, and pulled her upstairs by himself.

"You kid!"

Mrs. Zhou hated the iron and shouted a sentence, muttering: "Is there really something wrong?" ”

Song Ci walked on the stairs, but he couldn't hold back and laughed.

Crisp laughter echoed at the top of the stairs, and Zhou Yi's expression became a little darker.

"Zhou Yong, are you embarrassed now?"

Anyway, he has already divorced him, Song Ci said unabashedly, and let Zhou Ji take him to the bedroom.

"Bang-"

The door was quickly closed, and Song Ci pondered for a while before he spoke: "It's okay, I'll explain when the time comes...... Hmmm......"

Her words were drowned in a small kiss.

Zhou Yong clasped the back of her head, as if he wanted to tear people apart and swallow her abdomen.

The breath overlapped, and Song Ci's eyes turned red, whimpering and slapping his arm vigorously.

But Zhou Yong didn't move at all, and even stroked her slender waist with his big palm.

"Zhou Ji!"

Song Ci found a time for him to breathe, pushed the person away violently, and shouted breathlessly: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Didn't I fail to satisfy you?"

Zhou Yong replied quickly, and his voice was faint and he couldn't feel his emotions.

But Song Ci guessed that he was simply using the topic to play and deliberately trick himself.

So Song Ci's tone was not very good, and he gritted his teeth: "That's what grandma said, what does it have to do with me?" ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yong approached Song Ci calmly, and did not stop until he forced the person into the corner.

The dim warm light of the bedroom casts a shadow on the two of them.

Song Ci was shrouded in the man's hot breath, and his expression became flustered.

After a few years of marriage, Zhou Yong did have a restless time, but at that time, due to the identity of the two husband and wife, Song Ci did not refuse much.

But now, the two of them no longer have such an intimate relationship, so when he felt Zhou Yong's approach, Song Ci would still subconsciously panic.

"I'm just satisfying you, Song Ci."

Zhou Yong read her name, raised his hand and began to take off his coat.

"Satisfied, satisfied! Zhou Yong, I'm so satisfied. ”

Feeling the dangerous aura around him, Song Ci hurriedly spoke, for fear that he would suddenly do something.

But Zhou Yong didn't plan to stop at all, and pressed the person directly on the bed.

"Plop."

Song Ci fell to the soft bed, his heart beating wildly.

What the hell is he going to do?

She took several deep breaths and found her voice: "Zhou Yong, calm down." ”

Song Ci felt that Zhou Yong's reaction was so big, it was undoubtedly his self-esteem as a man that had been hit, so he was in a hurry to do something to himself.

Zhou Yong narrowed his eyes: "I'm calm." ”

Seeing him gradually getting closer to him, Song Ci gritted his teeth and said hard: "Won't you be sorry for her if you do this?" ”

Both of them knew who she was.

And after Song Ci said this, the originally ambiguous and hot breath between the two was as cold as being splashed with a glass of ice water in an instant.

Zhou Yong condescendingly stared at Song Ci who was curled up on the bed, with a gloomy expression.

"Song Ci, did I tell you not to mention her again."

In a word, Song Ci was completely sober.

She sat up, stared at Zhou Yong's irrepressible anger, and sneered at herself: "I just want you to calm down, Zhou Yong." ”

"Between us, it's good to be at peace."

After speaking, Song Ci opened his eyes, sat on the head of the bed and began to play with his mobile phone.

Looking at Song Ci's appearance, Zhou Yong only felt that there was a fire scurrying in his heart, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out.

A moment of silence.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

After throwing off a sentence, Zhou Yong turned his head and went into the bathroom.

The sound of water sounded in the room, and Song Ci's fingers holding the phone paused.

Sure enough, Jiang Zhenzhen was the white moonlight he didn't want to be mentioned in his heart.

She was still a little unsure before, but several temptations in a row made Song Ci understand a lot of things.

in the bathroom.

Zhou Yong twisted the shower to the maximum, and the water slowly fell down his thin waist.

He slowly closed his eyes.

As long as it involves Song Ci's affairs, it will be difficult for Zhou Yong to calm down.

When he heard Song Ci quipped that he couldn't do it just now, Zhou Yong didn't mean to be angry, but there was a voice in his heart that kept shouting, trying to swallow up his reason.

Song Ci's shallow smile kept echoing in his mind.

He slammed down the wall, and it wasn't until the pain was transmitted down his fingers to his internal organs, and finally to his mind, that Zhou Yi came back to his senses completely.

Be thoughtful, sober up.

After taking a cold shower, Zhou Yong felt much better, wiped it with a bath towel at will, and then walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as he went out, Song Ci passed by him and closed the bathroom door.

Doesn't seem to want any communication.

Zhou Yong's eyes darkened.

He went to bed, pulled up the document review on his computer, and tried to tear away his complicated thoughts.

Song Ci in the bathroom washed his face several times, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

She rinsed it quickly, walked out of the door in the pajamas she brought, and immediately saw the state of work.

He lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the screen in front of him motionlessly, and his momentum was extremely oppressive.

Song Ci looked at it for a while, got on the bed and covered the quilt, closed his eyes, and a set of actions flowed.

Zhou Yong glanced at her and raised his hand to dim the light.

"Good night."