When he woke up the next day, Song Ci touched the quilt beside him, and it was cold.

Zhou Yong left the room very early.

After a pause, Song Ci got up with an indifferent face and went into the bathroom to wash and brush his teeth.

She and Zhou Yong's conversation last night broke up unhappily, and the two of them returned to the feeling that no one would let anyone.

Song Ci didn't want to talk about his feelings with Zhou Yong anymore, and it hurt each other.

Thinking of this, Song Ci washed his face, put on a natural smile, and pushed open the door and went downstairs.

"Excuse me, wake up."

Mrs. Zhou was sitting on the sofa, and when she saw Song Ci going downstairs, she immediately smiled kindly and said something.

"Well, isn't it a little late?" Song Ci replied embarrassedly.

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhou showed a meaningful smile and replied ambiguously: "Young man, I can understand." ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Ci's ears were red, and he laughed dryly.

Fortunately, Zhou Yong is not here, otherwise where would he put his face?

"Grandma."

But things didn't follow Song Ci's heart, and Zhou Yong's slightly helpless voice sounded behind him.

Song Ci's heart suddenly suddenly, turned around stiffly, and looked at Zhou Zhou's eyes.

Fortunately, his face did not fluctuate much.

While Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Zhou Yong carrying a bag of ingredients in his hand, and couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "What are you doing when you buy so much?" ”

"yes, there's still one at home." Mrs. Zhou chattered endlessly, but her hand quickly took the shopping bag in Zhou Yong's hand, and looked at it, "ginseng chicken, fish, ejiao, bird's nest ......"

Her words stopped abruptly and she sighed: "It's all a big supplement." ”

Old Lady Zhou's tone was long, staring at Zhou Yi thoughtfully.

Zhou Yong's face still did not change: "She has been drinking a lot of entertainment recently, so eat some of these to make up for it." ”

When he said this, Zhou Yong lowered his eyes slightly, and the emotions surging between his eyebrows could almost be called gentle.

Hearing this, Song Ci was stunned.

Is he caring about himself?

In what capacity?

She couldn't figure out how sincere Zhou Yong was when she said this, but as the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling person, Song Ci still raised a light smile at Zhou Yong.

"Thank you."

When this sound fell, Zhou Yong's eyes changed.

He nodded silently, but the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a faint smile.

"Thank you for this stinky boy, grandma will show you a good hand at noon today!"

Mrs. Zhou likes to see the two children intimacy, and with a wave of her hand, she is in a good mood and takes the ingredients to the nanny to deal with.

Only Zhou Yong and Song Ci were left in the living room.

The air is instantaneously condensed.

Song Ci tugged at the corner of her clothes and pondered: Should she talk to her?

After all, in Zhou Yong's house, there are servants staring at him all around, and Song Ci has to pay attention to it.

But last night, the two of them broke off the conversation together, and now she wants to speak, and she is a little difficult to speak for a while.

Song Ci hesitated, and Zhou Yong sat down, not far away: "It should be a few days away, there is no problem with the work side, right?" ”

In a polite conversation, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief: "No problem, the assistant will send me documents for important matters." ”

It's better to say that Song Ci is working from home, and he can't see Gao Ze Sunan, and he is happy.

In the past few days, Gao Ze has been like a chicken, and she doesn't give up when she can't see herself, and she wants to blow up the company when she is annoyed.

Just taking advantage of the past few days at Zhou's house, she can stay away from the dog man and have a good rest.

Speaking of which, Zhou Yong is not a good thing.

Song Ci said a few words in his heart, but he still had a decent official smile on his face.

Whatever, just be comfortable anyway.

"Hmm."

Zhou Yong responded lightly and didn't speak again.

The eyes of the servants around him became more and more obvious, and Song Ci coughed as if he was sitting on pins and needles: "Zhou Yi." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yong looked over and saw Song Ci say with a false mouth: Do we have to pretend?

What to pretend, naturally there is no need to say much.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, and took the person into his arms familiarly: "Wife." ”

The voice is soft, with a natural intimacy.

The people around him listened to it really, and they looked at their noses and noses.

I didn't expect Mr. Zhou and his wife to be married for many years, and they are still so affectionate.

They watched with envy, but no one dared to say anything.

After all, Zhou Yong is moody, and if he doesn't pay attention to annoy him, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat.

And Song Ci got goosebumps.

She forcibly endured the discomfort in her heart and curled the corners of her lips in embarrassment: "Hmm." ”

"Huh?"

Zhou Yong glanced at Song Ci with interest: "Why don't you call me?" ”

Scream, call you big-headed ghost!

But because of the presence of people, Song Ci endured it again and again, gritted his teeth and replied: "People are shy." ”

As she spoke, she almost disgusted herself.

But helplessly, he had to do enough drama, so Song Ci hooked the corner of his clothes: "Let's talk about it when I go back." ”

After saying this, the servants next to him were red-faced.

Zhou Yong lowered his eyes to look at her, and was about to say something, when Mrs. Zhou's voice came: "It's not lunch time yet, you take your resignation and go out for a walk." ”

Song Ci was about to politely refuse, but Zhou Yong had already stood up to look at her.

After weighing the pros and cons, Song Ci walked out of the room with him.

It's said to be a walk, but it's actually a few walks around the small garden behind the villa.

Mrs. Zhou likes to take care of these, and feels that she is relaxed and happy, and Zhou Yong also lets her take care of it, without the slightest objection.

Song Ci looked at the flowers that were blooming, and his mood jumped a lot.

The two of them walked slowly, not seeing Zhou Can following behind.

Zhou Can stared at Song Ci's brisk back with a resentful face, and snorted coldly angrily.

She didn't want to see Song Ci at home at all!

But grandma and brother, everyone likes her very much, which makes Zhou Can feel a great crisis.

However, Song Ci was cautious, and Zhou Can was stunned that he didn't find the slightest place to frame her.

She was a little anxious, and took out her mobile phone to ask her friends, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiang Zhenzhen's name, and a trace of surprise crossed her eyes.

Almost instantly, Zhou Can raised his mobile phone, took a photo of Song Ci and Zhou Yong walking side by side, and quickly sent it to Jiang Zhenzhen.

Soon, there was a response......

"It's almost time, isn't it?"

After shopping for a while, Song Ci was also a little tired, and took the initiative to propose.

It's fun to look at flowers, but it's boring if you keep looking at them.

Zhou Yong saw that she was bored, and she didn't object, and the two of them walked into the house.

"Young master, the old lady said that the meal is ready, please go back."

happened to bump into the maid who came over to deliver the news, Zhou Yong bowed slightly, and his expression was very light.

After the maid finished speaking, she didn't dare to come out of the air, turned around and left.

Song Ci looked strange and asked out loud, "Why is she so afraid of you?" ”

In her eyes, although Zhou Yong is occasionally a little dark, he is quite approachable most of the time.

Hearing this, Zhou Yong laughed.

Facing the bright sunlight above his head, he leaned over and approached Song Ci, word by word.

"I'm cold to people, don't you know?"