Song Ci closed his eyes and thought for a while, and felt that what Song Wan said was right.

In her opinion, the two left the marriage contract, which was nothing more than a simple company partnership.

And when Song Ci faced people who were communicative at work, although he was gentle but also alienated, he was not too polluted.

Song Wan once saw with her own eyes that when Song Ci was facing a partner who didn't know what to do, the corners of his lips were smiling, his eyes were indifferent as if he had slipped ice, and his cold appearance was like an iceberg.

So she took it for granted that her sister was like this to everyone.

Song Ci also tasted the meaning of her words and laughed at herself.

Indeed, it doesn't matter anymore.

She glanced at her watch, she had been out for less than fifteen minutes, and her mood was even more chaotic than before.

Song Ci simply returned to the office, drowning himself in the endless documents and reports, trying to numb his tense nerves.

Next.

According to the appointed time, Song Ci walked into the Zhou Group with a calm face.

The front desk lady smiled politely: "Hello, may I ask your ......?"

"Looking for Zhou Yong."

In the face of the bastard, Song Ci was too lazy to be perfunctory and blurted out.

The smile on the face of the front desk in front of him was visibly shattered with the naked eye, but he still maintained a good moral cultivation: "Wait a minute, I will ask about Mr. Zhou's arrangement." ”

This time, Song Ci didn't say anything, and waited quietly.

After a while, the front desk looked at Song Ci, and his eyes revealed half respect: "Mr. Song, Mr. Zhou, please go upstairs to the lounge to rest for a while." ”

In just a few words, the front desk understood the true face of the indifferent woman in front of him.

The daughter of the Song family, the leader of the Song Group.

Two identities forged like gold gathered in the same person, which made people tremble.

Song Ci had long been familiar with the envious and awe-inspiring gazes of others, and he didn't say anything, strode onto the elevator and pressed to the top floor.

Walking into the lounge, Zhou Yong's assistant came in with tea: "Sorry, Miss Song, there are still some things to talk about over there." ”

"It's fine."

Song Ci was not in a hurry, he took a sip of the teacup slowly, and looked at the scenery outside the window leisurely.

The Zhou building is built in the center of the city, and it is extremely ostentatious.

She tilted her head, and she could see the whole city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Yong didn't make any movement, and Song Ci squinted.

He tried his best to ask himself to the company, and now he is hiding like no one else?

Thinking about it, Song Ci lost his patience and turned his head to look at the assistant next to him who was in a cold sweat: "Who is he talking to?" ”

"Well, it looks like a woman."

The assistant gave an ambiguous answer, and almost didn't laugh at Song Ciqi.

She lightly and heavily pointed her fingers on the desktop, and said with interest: "The interest is quite high, office play?" ”

"Ahem, ahem."

The assistant almost choked in one breath, but thinking of the woman's intimate appearance with Zhou Yong, the words of rebuttal were on his lips, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

Seeing this, Song Ci sighed: "Still let me say it?" ”

She was just too bored to wait, so she casually made a joke.

But looking at the assistant holding back a few breaths and not being able to catch her breath, she couldn't help but be a little irritable.

So Song Ci got up without stopping, walked to the door of Zhou Yong's office in the assistant's majestic sight, hesitated slightly, raised his hand and knocked.

The assistant wanted to stop it, but it was a step too late, and a deep voice came from the room: "Who?" ”

"Me."

Song Ci's face did not change his face.

If it weren't for the etiquette, she would have broken down the door.

It had taken all her patience to come to Zhou's to negotiate with Zhou Yong.

The voice in the room paused, as if he didn't expect Song Ci to come at this time, and stayed for a long time before he spoke: "One minute." ”

Song Ci didn't knock on the door again.

She knew that although Zhou Yong had a lot of scumbags, he had always kept his promises about working hours.

So Song Ci raised his arm, pinched the time for a minute, and waited for a while.

"Click."

The door was opened, and Song Ci was full of anger and was about to attack, when he suddenly froze in place.

It was not Zhou Yi who opened the door, but a woman with a mask and long hair in a shawl.

She only showed a pair of pure and lovely big eyes, and the rest of her face was covered by a mask very deadly, and her hair fell smoothly, matching the fair-skinned little skirt on her body, but it was a little white flower that came out of the mud and was not stained.

But Song Ci's face suddenly faded.

Although he had only met once, Song Ci still recognized it through those clear eyes.

It's her.

Jiang Zhenzhen passed by her, and there seemed to be some perfume on her body.

Suddenly, Song Ci's hand hanging on the side of his pants tightened for no reason.

"Why don't you come in?"

Zhou Yong didn't notice that something was wrong with her, and looked suspiciously at Song Ci, who was still shouting to come in just now.

In a short sentence, Song Ci came back to his senses and strode into the door.

"Zhou Zhi."

As soon as he sat down, Song Ci put the documents prepared in advance on the table.

"I accidentally blocked you before, but now that I've pulled it back, you can just send a message directly if you have something at work, save it...... Disturb Mr. Zhou sweetly. ”

By the end of the words, Song Ci's voice could no longer hear the slightest temperature.

Hearing this, Zhou Yong's expression remained unchanged, and he even brought some inquiry: "What do you mean?" ”

"Literally."

Song Ci raised his eyes and stared at Zhou Yong's unfazed eyes very unpleasantly: "I thought you were here to talk to me about work, but you left me in the lounge just to fight with your little lover, Zhou Yong, you don't take me seriously too much." ”

After speaking, Song Ci turned around and left without stopping, and slammed the door shut at the door.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed down, and the assistant looked at Zhou Yi in horror.

Mr. Zhou, who is moody on weekdays, actually ...... Laughed?

The assistant hissed, cold sweat flowing.

Mr. Zhou is afraid that there is something wrong with him, and he has made all the partners look like that, but he can still laugh?

However, Zhou Yong was his boss, and the assistant adhered to the principle of not exploring the boss's private affairs too much, so he deliberately glanced away and pretended not to see anything.

After Song Ci walked out of the door, his mood became heavy.

What is she doing here?

What can you get by losing your temper with Zhou Yi for no reason?

She let out a deep breath and turned on her phone.

Counting the time he spent waiting for Zhou Hui, it was only half past three now, and it was still very early from the time that Song Wan said.

Song Ci wandered aimlessly on the street, looking dazed.

But in an instant, she suddenly heard the sound of a car horn behind her, very hurried, obviously aimed at herself.

Song Ci looked back, smiling at Shang Lu Xing.

He wore a clean white shirt, held the steering wheel with one hand, and looked at Song Ci with a little inquiry and joy.

"Is it really you?"