Song Ci found that Zhou Yong's face was getting thicker and thicker.

Cold to people?

A Jiang Zhenzhen, a Susie, Song Ci can count his intimate actions with his fingers.

But looking at Zhou's increasingly profound gaze, Song Ci did not contradict it.

Maybe in Young Master Zhou's heart, he is already very cold.

Zhou Yong saw that Song Ci didn't believe his words, and after a moment of silence, he added: "I didn't lie to you. ”

Song Ci smiled: "Well, let's go back." ”

She digressed and didn't want to talk about it.

Zhou Yi's brows tightened a little, and the maid beside him said in horror: "Young master, the old lady is urging over there." ”

"Coming soon."

Song Ci answered, gave the maid a bright smile, and signaled that she could go.

The maid immediately received an amnesty, glanced at Song Ci gratefully, and left in a hurry.

Zhou Yong followed Song back to the room with some low pressure.

"Why is it so late?" Mrs. Zhou complained while serving Song Ci a meal: "Come and eat, this is something I specially made for Cici." ”

"Thank you, grandma."

Song Ci replied crisply and neatly, with a smile in his eyes.

For Mrs. Zhou, Song Ci is very respectful, even if there is no agreement with Mrs. Zhou, she will honor Mrs. Zhou.

"Oh, what are you polite to me~"

Mrs. Zhou smiled and waved her hand, and sandwiched a large piece of fish meat for Song Ci: "Eat more of this, it's good for your health." ”

From beginning to end, Mrs. Zhou's eyes only fell on Song Ci.

Zhou Yong didn't think there was anything, after all, she had always liked Song Ci, a granddaughter-in-law who was very much like her granddaughter.

Zhou Can was even more unhappy in his heart.

Why did everyone have to revolve around her as soon as she came?

Zhou Can pursed his lips, flipped out his mobile phone again, and sent Jiang Zhenzhen a lot of words with added fuel and vinegar, all of which hid his resentment towards Song Ci.

No one noticed her movements, and Song Ci was very full at this meal.

Since she started working, she rarely went home, and when she did, she just hurriedly said a few words and left.

It's been a long time since I've eaten such a delicious home cooked meal.

Song Ci suddenly felt that it was good to be like this now.

She and Zhou Yong, after finishing work, occasionally went to two houses for dinner and spent the night......

As soon as the thought got up, it was crushed by Song Ci.

She remembered that the two were divorced again.

This matter has obviously happened for a long time, but for Song Ci and Zhou Yong, it seems that they need to mention it all the time before they think of it.

There was an eerie harmony between the two of them, as if nothing was wrong with it.

But both of them know that their business is not so simple.

Song Ci's head was a little messy, and he hastily drank the last ginseng chicken soup in the bowl, and pulled out a smile: "Grandma, my stomach is a little uncomfortable, go back to sleep first." ”

"Ouch, what's the matter, did you eat too much?"

Mrs. Zhou immediately became anxious as if she was about to call a private doctor.

Song Ci hurriedly stopped him: "It's okay, just take a few pills, I'll take it with me." ”

As if afraid that Mrs. Zhou would not believe it, Song Ci took out the small medicine bottle from his pocket and shook it.

Mrs. Zhou relieved her heart at this time, and did not forget to instruct: "You have to pay attention in the future, it will not be good to fall into the root of the disease." ”

Song Ci smiled and nodded, and walked upstairs, a little absent-minded.

Behind her, Zhou Yong glanced over and glanced at it, and withdrew his gaze without a trace.

The moment he entered the room, Song Ci fell on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Her stomach was fine, but she was a little tired.

After squinting for a while, the assistant sent a steady stream of messages from the work account, and Song Ci, who was vibrating and noisy on his mobile phone, turned his eyebrows.

She unlocked the screen and looked at it, it was indeed an important document signing, and for a while there was no reason to have an attack, so she sat down and started working.

When Zhou Yong came in, he happened to see her brushing the hair on her forehead and concentrating on typing on the keyboard.

The aura exuded by Song Ci is actually very contradictory.

There is not only the innocence and loveliness of a little girl who has not been deeply involved in the world, but also the ease of being in the workplace for a long time.

Two completely different feelings converged on one person, and Zhou Yong didn't actually feel disagreeable, but looked at it for a while.

"Whew."

After signing most of the contract, Song Ci stretched out with relief.

She reached halfway and made eye contact with the man in the doorway.

Zhou Yong held up the fruit plate: "Mom asked me to bring it to you to eat." ”

Cherries, green grapes...... The whole nine yards.

Song Ci took it and ate a few, his mouth was sweet and sour, and he was not so tired.

"You're not busy?"

Seeing Zhou Yong leisurely leaning in front of the wardrobe looking for clothes, Song Ci bit Cheerilee and asked.

"I took a leave of absence and said to accompany my family."

Zhou Yong replied quickly, and his tone was unusually brisk.

Song Ci choked.

Family.

It should be the Zhou family.

Song Ci secretly sighed at his sensitivity, quickly shook his head and abandoned distracting thoughts, and once again set his eyes on the last document.

The content of the document is of great commercial value, and the direction is exactly what Song has been pressing recently, and the name of the document is ......

Lu Xingzhi.

Song Ci's fingers on the keyboard trembled a little.

How can it be so coincidental.

Not long ago, Lu Xingzhi just witnessed the famous scene of his social death, and recently he actually wanted to cooperate with him again.

Although there was a little panic in his heart, Song Ci adhered to the belief that he would not talk about personal matters at work, and resolutely signed the contract.

Maybe Lu Xingzhi didn't expect that he would be given this piece of sweet food by his own company in the end.

"Contract?"

Zhou Yong didn't know when he stood behind her, looking at the screen.

Song Ci was a little nervous for no reason, and raised his hand to button up the computer: "Well, I'm done." ”

But Zhou Yong's strong fingers pressed against the computer, from the beginning to the end, and finally stood up.

Somehow, Song Ci suddenly felt an invisible pressure staring at him.

It wasn't until Song Ci felt a little suffocated that Zhou Yong spoke leisurely.

"Song Ci, do you remember what you promised me?"

It's still coming.

Song Ci sighed invisibly.

She had discovered before that Zhou Yong was particularly possessive of her own people or things.

Now she is playing the identity of his wife, and she has signed a treaty with him amicably, if she accidentally violates one of the regulations inside, Song Ci knows very well that she will not be able to eat and walk around.

So Song Ci rarely did not argue, but took the initiative to explain: "I didn't know that this contract was sent by him, I just signed it because of the commercial value, and the person who handed over the project in the end will not be me." ”

She said a bunch of things freely, but Zhou Ji didn't respond, and asked again: "You don't meet?" ”

One sentence made Song Ci's carefully prepared tirade collapse.

Facing Zhou Yong's scrutinizing gaze, Song Ci knew that he was at a loss, and rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

Song Ci pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time.

She didn't know what to say to appease the mood of the party party of the contract, Zhou Yong.

In the end, Song Ci's brain was hot and he looked at Zhou Yong.

"Why don't we take you with us when we meet?"