Hearing this, the third brother was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out.

How could his own stupid little brother get into trouble with such a big Buddha!

That's no one else, that's Zhou Ji, the legend says that black and white are all-encompassing, and the means are vigorous and resolute, making countless people feel palpitations.

The man also felt that something was wrong at this time, and the third brother, who had always been not afraid of heaven and earth, relented, and he realized that he seemed to have provoked a big Buddha that could not be messed with.

"Mr. Zhou, you are joking, who in the whole city can make you look good!"

The third brother continued to talk flatteringly, and kicked the man with hatred that iron is not made of steel.

He now regrets why he came up and caught up with this stubble.

It's okay if Zhou Yong doesn't get angry, but if he annoys him, what will he do in the future!

The man immediately woke up from a dream and stammered an apology: "Mr. Zhou, it's my woman who has eyes and doesn't know Taishan, and shouldn't covet you, I should die!" ”

As he spoke, he fanned his face without hesitation.

The crisp sound echoed around, but Zhou Ji didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

He was about to sarcastically say two words, but the person in his arms moved twice, his body was still hot, and he whispered: "Zhou Yong......"

She said something later, but Zhou Yong didn't hear it clearly, and glanced at the man sharply: "Get out." ”

Immediately afterward, he hugged the man into his arms again, and the voice was gentle that he had never heard before.

"What did you say?"

The man clenched his red and swollen teeth, and saw that Zhou Yong was in no mood to take care of himself, so he hurriedly ran away in a hurry.

The rest of the younger brothers also looked at each other, and left in embarrassment with the man at the head.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Thinking that she came today to talk about work, Zhou Yong frowned invisibly, first placed people in his box, and finally found the place where she stayed with her memory.

Pushing open the door, several men were drinking with a smile, and they were obviously stunned for a moment when they saw Zhou Yong coming in.

"Song Ci drank too much and felt unwell, so let's talk another day."

Zhou Yong rarely said so much to outsiders, but he didn't want to explain again and again because he didn't want to say it clearly, so he simply finished it in one sentence.

"Oh, I saw that she was uncomfortable just now, we can understand, you are her boyfriend, send her back."

Mr. Wang was not the slightest dissatisfied, and nodded with concern.

He has a daughter at home, who is about the same age as Song Ci, and when he saw her rushing to work and even fainting, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart.

Seeing that they didn't say much, Zhou Yong turned around and left, his pace was hurried, and naturally he didn't hear the words of the few people in the box.

"How did I see that person was a little familiar?"

"It looks like Zhou's Zhou's Zhou......"

Mr. Wang listened suspiciously, smiled and shook his head.

How can it be so coincidental?

-

Zhou Yong stepped into the box, his eyes froze.

Song Ci curled up on the narrow sofa, his clothes were extremely messy, his hair was wet, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

He leaned in with a complicated look and looked down at her for a moment.

Song Ci just now, nestled in his arms, his voice was soft like a high school girl.

"Thoughtful ......"

Song Ci, who was lying on the sofa, muttered again, this time Zhou Yong heard it clearly, he was calling himself.

So he leaned down and listened carefully.

"You bastard, bastard."

However, Song Ci just gritted his teeth and scolded him, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

Zhou Yong's knobby fingers on both sides of his pants tightened.

He raised his arm, and his palm landed next to Song Ci's delicate face, which could be called a gentle stroke.

Start with a moist sheet.

She cried.

This speculation made Zhou Yong irritable.

He saw that although Song Ci's body was curled up, he still couldn't stop trembling, and immediately took off his blazer and covered her.

With the warmth of the coat, Song Ci's body was obviously not so trembling, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

Seeing her as before, Zhou Yong suddenly felt a little dazed.

This is how he took care of Song Ci a few months ago.

But less than a month later, their relationship fell to freezing point again.

It's like a stranger, and it's heart-palpitating.

A shrill cell phone rings.

Zhou Yong looked at it, not his own.

So he easily took out her mobile phone from Song Ci's arms.

The screen is lit up, showing the contact: Gao Ze.

Zhou Yong's expression darkened.

Gao Ze, he still remembers, is Song Ci's current boyfriend.

Zhou Yong sighed for no reason and hung up the phone casually.

However, the other party did not give up, and kept dialing, as if he would not stop until he got through.

In the end, Zhou Yong couldn't stand it anymore, and picked up the phone in a bad mood.

"Hey, resignation, you've finally answered my call! Where are you, I'll pick you up, right? ”

Gao Ze immediately spoke his thoughts smoothly.

After all, the last time she sent Song Ci home, she agreed, and she definitely won't refuse this time, right?

He thought about it until an impatient, hoarse male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"She drank too much to talk about work, I'll drop her off by the way, you don't have to fight anymore."

After speaking, Zhou Yong hung up without hesitation and turned on the mute.

Next, whether Gao Ze sent WeChat or called, he turned a blind eye.

After some movements, Song Ci, who was in a coma and sleeping, was woken up.

She was a little drunk, and opened her eyes in a daze, looking at Zhou Zhen's eyes with hidden concern.

Song Ci shook his head.

"I really drank too much, and I actually saw Zhou Yong come to take care of me."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes and continued to fall asleep as if she felt like she was in a dream.

This short sentence brought a lot of ripples and waves to Zhou Yong's heart.

He breathed heavily, pondered for a moment and then spoke: "Open your eyes and see, it's me." ”

Song Ci's mind was dazed, and he opened his eyes again.

The two men looked at each other in silence for a long time.

In the end, Song Ci opened his eyes first.

"It's really you, Zhou Yong."

She said vaguely, because she was drunk, she couldn't lift half of her strength, and she was still lying on her side on the sofa.

Zhou Yong half-squatted beside her and replied calmly: "Well, it's me." ”

"It's time for me to go back."

After receiving Zhou Yong's affirmative answer, Song Ci's voice faded suddenly, swayed up, and bent his body to go out.

However, he didn't take two steps before he fell crookedly.

"Hey."

Zhou Yong sighed, but still raised his hand to wrap his arms around her waist.

Song Ci struggled and reacted violently: "Let go of me." ”

Seeing this, Zhou Yong's eyes darkened, and his big palm didn't move, and even tightened.

"Zhou Ji!"

She was a little annoyed, and when she called his name, she pronounced it very loudly.

Song Ci struggled to flutter his petite body, and cursed him with gibberish: "Scumbag, pervert, let me go...... Hmmm......"

Zhou Yong couldn't bear it anymore, pinched her chin and kissed it.

"Uh-huh......"