Song Ci was speechless.

She pushed Gu Manman and couldn't stop slapping her arm, and lowered her voice: "Go to his company to talk about work, what do you want." ”

"Oh~work~"

Gu Manman nodded, the expression on his face was extremely funny.

Zhou Yong stared at Song Ci and walked over in Gu Manman's teasing gaze, and his voice was very light: "Let's go." ”

"Hey, you have to wait for me here?"

Feeling the envious gazes of the passers-by around him, Song Ci twisted his eyebrows and asked Zhou Yi in a low voice.

Zhou Yong helped her open the car door, and his voice was unwavering: "I'm in a hurry." ”

Song Ci only felt that he had punched his fist, got into the car with a soft body, and couldn't help glaring at him.

Zhou Yong hooked his lips invisibly and drove to the company.

On the road.

The more Song Ci thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, Zhou Yong was simply too abnormal today.

In the past, although Zhou Yong treated her very gently and calmly, he did not feel so intimate with her.

She tapped her fingertips on the screen of her mobile phone, and couldn't help asking, "What did grandma say to you?" ”

Song Ci could only think of what Mrs. Zhou said to Zhou Yong, so that he suddenly became close to him.

"No, don't think about it."

Zhou Yong heard the suspicion from her words, and his eyes were pale: "It's just a need for work, Miss Song." ”

Listening, although Song Ci didn't fully believe it, he was relieved a lot.

It's also true, Zhou Yong is full of satisfaction with the white moonlight on the tip of his heart, where will he have kung fu to provoke himself?

Thinking of this, Song Ci's heart couldn't help but have a faint sense of sourness.

She clenched her palms and looked out the window.

Seeing that the atmosphere around Song Ci suddenly became low, Zhou Yong twisted his eyebrows in confusion, but he didn't ask.

The two of them came to the company wordlessly.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Yong's assistant immediately greeted him and said respectfully: "Mr. Zhou, the person is already in the lounge." ”

"Okay, I got it."

In the face of work, Zhou Yong returned to his usual calm and frightening appearance, and took Song Ci to the lounge with everyone's awe-inspiring eyes.

Inside the room, a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties was sitting slightly apprehensively.

His name is Yang Lin, and he was appreciated by Zhou Yong not long ago, saying that he would introduce himself to a long-term partner.

Their company has not been profitable for a long time, and although the projects involved are relatively hot in the industry, it is difficult to meet partners, so it has always been in a state of loss.

Yang Lin stared nervously at the door, and saw a woman who had rolled up a big wave and could be called amorous and walked into the door slowly, with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth.

He was momentarily stunned, and then he noticed Dao's gaze.

Zhou Yong stared at Yang Lin's movements, and it was not until the latter retracted his gaze stupidly that he looked away.

"Hello, I'm Song Ci from the Song Group."

Song Ci saw him, but because he was introduced by Zhou Yong, he didn't think much about saying hello.

"Mr. Song, I have admired the name for a long time!"

Yang Lin shook hands busily, smiling.

"Let's not talk about it, let's talk about your company's business carefully."

Song Ci quickly entered the work mode, his expression calm and exploratory.

Yang Lin immediately talked eloquently, making her company's current projects and advantages clear, and during this period, Song Ci's occasional questions were also answered very fluently, which made her extremely satisfied.

The two chatted very happily, Zhou Yong lowered his eyes and flipped through the documents, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

"Knock knock—"

When it was in full swing, there was a short knock outside the door, and Zhou Yi twisted his eyebrows and didn't open his mouth to let people in.

He doesn't like to be disturbed when he's working.

But the voice outside did not pause, but became faster and faster, and finally mixed with a helpless calling words: "Mr. Zhou." ”

Zhou Yong heard that it was the assistant's voice, endured it and endured it, and said in a deep voice: "Come in." ”

"Mr. Zhou."

The assistant entered the door tremblingly, interrupting the harmonious conversation of the three people.

Zhou Yong glanced at him coldly.

"Ahem, Mr. Zhou, Miss Jiang said that he was not feeling well and wanted to see you."

The assistant looked at Zhou Ji questioningly, and said it hard.

Actually, he didn't want to go in the door.

But Zhou Yong had deliberately explained before that if anything related to Jiang Zhenzhen's body was to be reported in time.

Hearing the sound, the air in the room suddenly froze a lot.

Song Ci closed the document in his hand and put it on the table, making a slight noise.

But the room was quiet, and the movement was loud, and the assistant was even more worried.

He has been with Zhou Yong for a long time, so he naturally knows the relationship between Song Ci and Zhou Yong.

Combined with what he just said, the assistant only felt that he was going to be disciplined.

Sure enough, Zhou Yong's face was a little angry, and he asked in a deep voice: "I also told you not to interrupt at will when you talk about work, where did you listen?" ”

The assistant lowered his head, not half dissatisfied.

He was also so noisy by Jiang Zhenzhen's phone call that he really couldn't do anything, combined with Zhou Zhenzhen's consistent indulgent attitude towards Jiang Zhenzhen, so he came in to report.

"I see, let's get out."

Zhou Yong waved his hand,

Yang Lin was between the two, feeling the inexplicable cold atmosphere, and cautiously asked, "That, what happened?" ”

"Nope."

The two spoke in unison.

Immediately afterwards, Song Ci sneered, got up and handed out his mobile phone to Yang Lin: "Add a WeChat, Mr. Yang, Mr. Zhou is busy after the province, and he can't be contacted." ”

What she said carried some emotion, and it sounded yin and yang.

Zhou Yong also held his breath in his heart, and looked at Yang Lin with a cold face.

Yang Lin was in a dilemma for a while, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and stayed for a long time before daring to take the mobile phone and enter his WeChat ID.

The assistant looks at the nose and nose and the heart, trying to keep himself in a state of invisibility.

He thought that Zhou Yong and Song Ci had been completely broken, but today, it seems that there is still a feeling of disconnection.

But as an assistant, he naturally has no right to ask about this.

"Alright, that's all for today."

Feeling the increasingly cold atmosphere in the room, Song Ci felt bored, so he simply took the initiative to speak: "I'll talk to you later." ”

"Okay." Yang Lin immediately nodded in response.

He hurriedly spoke: "Well, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." ”

Yang Lin has been in business for many years, so he can naturally see the awkward atmosphere between the two people, and immediately found an excuse to slip away.

Zhou Yong let him flee the lounge quickly, and his eyes fell on Song Ci, who was full of impatience.

"She'......"

"Stop."

As soon as he said a word, he was interrupted by Song Ci.

She waved her hand, her expression was very light: "Don't tell me, I don't want to and don't have to listen to this, Zhou Yong." ”

After the words fell, Song Ci left the room without looking back.

When she went out, she seemed to hear the voice of Zhou Zhen answering the phone, and the female voice from Jiang Zhenzhen over there was gentle and gentle.

"Zhou Yong, why haven't you come yet......"