Song Ci's mood suddenly calmed down, and even his actions to appease Song Wan softened a lot.

Zhou Yong watched, slowly straightened up, and the falling spotlight on his back made a dazzling mark.

"Mr. Zhou."

The bodyguard stepped forward in a panic and tried to help Zhou Ji go down.

He waved his hand and commanded in a deep voice: "Wait a minute and maintain order in the venue." ”

Zhou Yong turned his head sideways and whispered in Song Ci's ear: "It was sent by the woman named Fu Jing just now to do it, and my subordinates saw it." ”

This matter actually has nothing to do with him, but it involves Song Ci's sister, so Zhou Yong still told the truth.

He originally thought that Fu Jing was just doing some small actions, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but he didn't expect her to dare to do something about it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yong glanced at the bodyguard next to him.

The bodyguard suddenly realized his mistake, gritted his teeth and bowed his head: "It's my problem, I didn't notice it." ”

After hearing Zhou Yong's words, Song Ci's brows twisted unconsciously.

Song Wan's carefully prepared performance was ruined by that girl before it even started.

Several people in the orchestra were also frightened, and the young man who played the guitar was called Yang Chen approached in three steps and two steps, looking at Song Wan in Song Ci's arms with a nervous expression.

He hesitated to speak, "Is she okay?" ”

"It's not about you."

Song Ci said calmly, but his attitude was like spitting ice.

She has not been in the business world for a short time, and this point is naturally clear and clear between children.

The unjustified disaster that Song Wan suffered today was completely because of the young man in front of him.

Seeing Song Ci's cold attitude, Yang Chen seemed to be stunned, and then said with slightly red eyes: "I'm just worried about her ......"

"Worried?"

Song Ci lost patience, glanced at him and asked, "Do you know who did all this?" ”

Yang Chen was stunned and shook his head.

Seeing this, Song Ci couldn't help but roll his eyes, looked at Zhou Yong, who was surrounded by bodyguards and drugged, and asked, "Has anyone been caught?" ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yong pointed to a vacant lot next to him, and whispered softly on Song Ci's lips: "You owe me a favor again." ”

Cold, Song Ci's ears were hot, and he suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and walked to Fu Jing with Song Wan, who had already eased up.

At this time, Fu Jing was still dressed as a little sister, and kept shouting: "Let go of me!" You're kidnapping! ”

Song Wan recovered from the fright, and naturally heard what Zhou Yong said just now.

Her gentle eyes sank, and she laughed sarcastically: "You hate me so much that you want to kill me?" ”

Song Ci let go of the arm holding Song Wan with interest, glared at Yang Chen, who was about to step forward, and paced to Zhou Wan's side.

At this time, Zhou Yong took off his coat, leaving only a thin white shirt, and some places on his back were burned red, faintly revealing his skin.

Seeing this, Song Ci pursed his lips.

She took two steps forward, walked to Zhou Yong's side and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yong straightened his back, looked at Song Ci's little face that was a little pale due to worry, and shook his head slowly: "Something." ”

Song Ci: ?

But Song Ci didn't ask much, after all, he was injured to save his sister.

So she glanced at Fu Jing and Song Wan, who were fiercely speaking behind her, and said, "They should talk for a while, I'll send you back to the car to rest, I'm sorry." ”

The attitude is sincere, so that people can't find fault.

Zhou Yong stared at her sincere eyes, did not refuse, and naturally took her shoulders with his arms to support himself.

After weighing on a man's weight, Song Ci slowed down and helped him to the car very intimately.

Song Wan Yuguang caught a glimpse of Song Ci helping Zhou Yong to the car, and she was still a little worried, but Fu Jing's chattering words made her turn around and scold her again.

There was chaos in the stadium.

"Bang."

Song Ci helped the person to the back seat, bent forward and turned on the air conditioner.

Then, under Zhou Yong's silent gaze, she raised her hand to take off his white shirt.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Song is so hungry?"

Zhou Yong didn't stop her movements, but the corners of his lips hooked up with a hint of teasing, and he let Song Ci pick off his clothes.

Song Ci endured and endured, and finally didn't scold the swear words.

endured the calm for a while, after all, he saved Wanwan.

So Song Ci suppressed the anger in his heart and said as calmly as possible: "I'll show you the wound, your bodyguard gave me the medicine just now." ”

Seeing Song Ci's serious face, Zhou Yong didn't continue to tease her, and slowly took off the only remaining white shirt, revealing his strong and powerful wheat-colored skin.

His body is a very man's kind, not white and transparent, there are a lot of muscles in every strong place, broad shoulders and narrow waist, but very much like a male model.

Song Ci sneered, took the medicine out of his pocket, and motioned for Zhou Yu to turn around.

"Don't cry later." Zhou Yi snorted.

Hearing this, Song Ci slammed over his shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll just give you a medicine, cry... What. ”

In the last sentence, she paused visibly.

If the skin of Zhou Yong's exposed front body is throbbing, and the back with intricate scars is amazing.

This time the spotlight hit him very deeply, and there was a bloody wound in the center, which looked horrible despite the simple application.

That's not the point, the point is that next to this wound, there are many traces of old wounds.

Some have become red scars, others have been partially worn out.

Song Ci looked at it fixedly, and forgot to apply the medicine for a while.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Yong asked very lightly, I don't know why, Song Ci heard an unprecedented calmness from it.

Does he think these injuries are nothing?

Song Ci suddenly felt that his heart was smashed.

She looked at Zhou Yong, who was only a stone's throw away from her, and for the first time felt that she didn't know him that well.

As if sensing Song Ci's sudden change in mood, Zhou Yong lowered his eyelashes and asked with a chuckle: "I said casually, are you really crying?" ”

Song Ci was silent for a moment, and then picked up his words: "If you are injured, you will talk less, and you will endure the pain." ”

That being said, her hand was deliberately softened by the drug.

It's not enough to want to cry, but Song Ci feels that Zhou Yong seems to be burdened with a lot of secrets that he didn't know.

If she is still a husband and wife, she can ask questions casually or easily, and get his perfunctory or sincere answers.

And now.

She could only pretend to be unaware with her hands, slowly caressing every inch of skin on his body, and carefully applying the medicine.

After taking the medicine, Song Ci patted him on the shoulder and signaled, "Okay." ”

While Song Ci was packing up the medicine, Zhou Yong turned around and did not put on his clothes for the first time, but slowly sat in the direction of Song Ci.

When she raised her eyes, Zhou Yong's whole body leaned over.

"Now can we talk about what you owe me a favor?"