The appearance of Zhou Yong made the two people who were talking to close their mouths in unison.

Song Ci stared at his slightly puzzled gaze with a complicated expression, but did not speak.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou said slowly: "What do you listen to about women's affairs." ”

This is a clear statement, and I don't want him to continue to ask.

Zhou Yong naturally didn't brush Mrs. Zhou's face, and the smile on his face was faint: "It's all here, let's eat together at night." ”

"Okay."

After a pause for a long time, Song Ci bowed slightly.

In fact, she didn't want to have too much contact with Zhou Yong, but the two had just talked about Jiang Zhenzhen, and leaving rashly might cause Zhou Yong's suspicions.

So she didn't leave, but patiently sat down next to Mrs. Zhou and began to talk about happy homely things.

Dinner.

Zhou Yong pinched his chopsticks and felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

Old Madam Zhou glanced at him after taking two bites, and there seemed to be something hidden in her eyes.

And Song Ci ate without changing his face, and from time to time he gave Mrs. Zhou a chopstick dish, but he ignored himself.

Sandwiched between the two, Zhou Yong felt that he was an outsider in this family.

He squinted, got up and walked to the kitchen, his voice was very quiet: "I'm full." ”

Song Ci went to the kitchen to put the dishes and chopsticks after eating, but was blocked by Zhou Ji's powerful arm.

The kitchen was huge, but he pressed Song Ci to the refrigerator, forcing her to take a few steps back.

Song Ci's heart trembled for no reason, and he still had a decent smile on his face: "What's wrong?" ”

"What did you and Grandma just say?"

Zhou Yong got straight to the point, staring at Song Ci's eyes like a torch.

Hearing this, Song Ci's face did not change: "Sparse and ordinary little things, you are also curious?" ”

Zhou Yong leaned over and made her closer to herself: "Little thing, what's there to say?" ”

Two cross-examinations overshadowed one.

Song Ci responded to Zhou Yong's eyes, pursed his lips invisibly, and his voice sank when he spoke again: "Do you remember that my mother was sick and hospitalized at that time?" ”

"Yes." Zhou Yong replied quickly.

At that time, he was busy and found a doctor and hospital for Song's mother, and finally recovered very well.

Song Ci paused for a moment and spoke again: "At that time, you were photographed in the innermost ward on the same floor. ”

This sentence made Zhou Yong's unwavering face a little broken.

He lowered his voice, looking helpless: "That's ......"

"Grandma saw the picture and asked if you did something sorry for me."

Seeing that he seemed to want to explain, Song Ci interrupted, but there was not much accusation: "I know you may be worried about her body, but grandma is already suspicious, I told you last time not to show your stuff again, this time it is the same." ”

She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice as quiet as possible: "I'll help you get back, but since grandma is already suspicious, she will definitely continue to knock on the side, you should know how to do it." ”

Listening to Song Ci's familiar bland words, Zhou Yong suddenly felt that his heart was inexplicable, sour, and swollen in his heart.

There was no emotion on his face: "You already knew? ”

Song Ci was silent.

She had known it for a long time, and even witnessed it with her own eyes.

The photo was sent to Song's mother's mobile phone, and now it has been transferred to Mrs. Zhou's hands.

Song Ci was surprised and suspicious at the same time.

Who is it?

Several names tossed and turned in his heart, but Song Ci denied it.

"You already knew?"

Zhou Yong asked again, this time with an irresistible sense of oppression.

Song Ci suddenly came back to his senses and nodded silently.

There was a brief stagnation in the air.

Seeing that Song Ci responded without hesitation, Zhou Yi's brows tightened, and he asked in a deep voice: "Why don't you ask me?" ”

Listening to Song Ci's tone, she knew about this matter from the beginning, so she didn't panic when she gave him a round.

Thinking about it, Zhou Yong suddenly realized something.

No wonder Song Ci's emotions fluctuated violently during that time, which made him scratch his head.

Many of the previous things seemed to be clear as if they had been cleared of the fog, Zhou Yong and Song Ci looked at each other, and their voices were indescribably relaxed: "So you were angry because of this?" ”

"Nope."

Hearing this, Song Ci simply shook his head.

She propped herself up, trying to keep herself away from Zhou Ji's approach, so as not to feel dizzy from the familiar aura on his body.

Song Ci didn't want to admit that he was angry because of this, so he simply lowered his voice coldly: "We have nothing to do with each other, there is no need to ask this, Mr. Zhou." ”

She deliberately used words to widen the sense of distance between the two, forcing the two who were originally close to each other to face the current awkward and ambiguous relationship.

There are faint signs of eruption in the green tendons in front of Zhou's forehead.

He exhaled: "Song Ci, do you have to be like this." ”

I have to make the estrangement between the two like strangers.

Song Ci heard the meaning of his words, nodded while feeling a faint pain in his heart, and pretended to be puzzled: "What? ”

Zhou Yong lifted his eyelids, didn't speak again, and left without looking back.

Seeing Zhou Yong leave her sight, Song Ci did not make a sound to stop her, she tidied up the slightly messy dishes and chopsticks on the table, and then walked out of the door.

Mrs. Zhou greeted her: "Did he ask you?" ”

"No, we talked about work, and there was some friction."

After all, Mrs. Zhou was old, so Song Ci didn't want her to worry too much, so she panicked casually.

Now Mrs. Zhou loves and pities Song Ci, and naturally believes her words 100%, and even said: "If you have something, just look for me, don't be afraid of him." ”

For this love, Song Ci smiled gently: "I know, grandma." ”

When he left Zhou's house, Song Ci felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

Obviously, he didn't say any hurtful topics or words to Zhou Yong, but his heart kept cramping, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

She walked aimlessly on the road, her skirt swaying in the wind.

Zhou Yong and her, what will become of her in the end?

-

The next day, it was a regular meeting with Yang Lin.

Song Ci attended early and found that Zhou Yong was writing at the desk with an indifferent expression, and his fingers were slender and clean.

She glanced twice, sat down in her place, and pulled up all the papers that had been put together in the middle of the night.

Yang Lin was the last to arrive.

He looked at the two people sitting across the two mountains in the conference room, and stammered, "Am I late?" ”

"No, it's early for us."

Zhou Yong shook his head and pointed to his watch, which showed that there were still ten minutes before the agreed time.

Hearing this, Yang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly took out the documents and checked them carefully.

After the meeting began, Zhou Yong did not take the initiative to speak, but silently watched Yang Lin talk.

Song Ci nodded, occasionally asking questions, and the scene was quite harmonious.

"Here I think we should redistribute the profit ratio, what does Mr. Song think?"

Coldly, Zhou Yong asked.

Hearing this, Song Ci's heart trembled and his eyelashes drooped.

Yang Lin looked at his eyes and did not speak.

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

After a short silence, Song Ci did not respond to Zhou Yong's words, but threw this topic against himself to Yang Lin.

She tapped her fingertips on the table.

"What does Mr. Yang think?"