Song Ci was speechless and looked at the tirade that he didn't stop after cutting the number, and his head hurt a little.

She endured it and typed the next line with her backhand.

[Sister, I'm not a headline newspaper, who you like to send it to, don't bother me. 】

Immediately afterwards, Song Ci blocked the number without hesitation, closed the mailbox again, and took out the company's stock and looked at it twice.

It's not a big change, and I don't know what Gao Ze is doing when he suddenly secretly contacts and sells these.

Jiang Zhenzhen looked at the number that was blocked again, and his chest continued to rise and fall.

She pinched the mouse tightly, and the words she had arranged in her heart had nowhere to release, and finally closed the computer in annoyance.

How could Song Ci be so indifferent?

The last time she happened to see the intimacy of the two, the throbbing in Song Ci's eyes didn't seem to be pretended, so why was it involved in Zhou Ji's secret, and Song Ci was indifferent?

Jiang Zhenzhen was puzzled, so he simply took the money and sent someone to investigate, and the words that Zhou Yu had said echoed in his mind from time to time.

- "Don't go too far. ”

The words pierced her heart like a sharp blade that could not be pulled out.

She knew that Zhou Yong's patience with herself was limited.

So Jiang Zhenzhen had to put his own means on others.

There wasn't much time left for her.

-

The projects that Song Ci has recently negotiated are basically nearing completion, and the only thing that has not yet been constructed is the cooperation with Yang Lin.

The project we talked about this time was different from the previous ones, involving artificial intelligence, so Song Ci was inevitably a little nervous.

But the nervousness is only a little, and she never belittles herself.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Yang said that he can go to the factory to inspect recently, and he is waiting for you at any time."

The assistant seriously reported the news on his side: "The financial statement has also been handed in, when will you review it?" ”

"There's no hurry."

Song Ci hummed lightly, and after thinking for a while, he spoke: "You give me an appointment, I have to see it with my own eyes." ”

Song has been in business for many years, relying on Song's father to work hard in the first half, and relying on Song Ci's cautious and serious attitude in the second half to maintain.

No matter how big or small the project is, Song Ci will not let up.

"Yes." The assistant responded, but did not leave.

Song Ci suddenly remembered that she had just said something about finance, and casually ordered: "Take it now, it's just not busy." ”

When the assistant brought over the report files that were stacked into a small mountain, Song Ci frowned invisibly.

She knew it was a necessary process, but she had a headache every time she reviewed the documents.

In fact, most of the finances have been dealt with, but some documents involving the company's secrets must be checked repeatedly, and it is difficult to solve any problems in the future.

Thinking about it, Song Ci opened the document and tried to calm down as much as possible.

It's a morning.

When the scorching sunlight outside the window hit her neck, Song Ci twisted her eyebrows and pinched it.

The muscles are sore, with the hot feeling of being sunburned.

Song Ci took a deep breath and put aside the complicated documents in his hand.

It's still a little tiring in the end.

She got up, stretched, and the next second the assistant broke into the door in a hurry.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Zhou is calling."

Hearing Zhou Yong's name, Song Ci's originally tired brain hurt again.

When she saw Zhou Yong before, although she was not infatuated with admiration, she could treat him peacefully.

But recently, I don't know if it's because of Jiang Zhenzhen, she is becoming more and more reluctant to communicate with Zhou Yong, and she has no choice but to say something.

Song Ci thought about it patiently, the matter of their divorce could not be publicized for the time being, and it was not a way to continue like this.

So she answered the phone with reluctance, and her voice was cold: "Mr. Zhou, is there something?" ”

"Go home for a meal tonight, grandma is sick, and I want to see you by name."

Hearing that Mrs. Zhou was sick, Song Ci responded without saying a word: "I know, I'll go ...... after work."

"I'll pick you up."

The man's low, hoarse voice rang in his ears.

Song Ci paused, the words of refusal lingered on his lips, and he thought about Mrs. Zhou, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that Song Ci didn't speak for a long time, Zhou Yong hummed to himself and hung up the phone.

There was an indescribable atmosphere between the two.

After getting off work in the evening, Song Ci put on a black coat and walked out, and at a glance he saw Zhou Ji standing out in the crowd.

He was standing at the front desk, staring at him like a crowd.

Song Ci twisted his eyebrows, he didn't expect him to be so high-profile, and walked over quickly and asked, "Why are you waiting here?" ”

"There are too many mosquitoes out there."

Zhou Yong's answer was natural, and he lifted his eyelids.

In this regard, Song Ci was speechless, feeling the gossip atmosphere of the people around him, and his voice was raised: "Let's go, Mr. Zhou." ”

Alienation, obviously a relationship with a partner.

The gossip soul of the employees was extinguished.

Zhou Yongwan stared at her meaningfully, the corners of his lips hooked, he didn't refute, and walked in front and took Song Ci out of the car to get into the car.

As soon as he got into the car, Song Ci smelled a smell that could almost be regarded as pungent perfume.

It's not inferior, but the taste is really choking.

"Ahem."

Song Ci coughed several times in succession, frowning at Zhou Yong.

In this regard, Zhou Yong's face was not good-looking, and he turned the cold air higher: "I thought it was almost gone." ”

Hearing this, Song Ci sneered, and his voice was very light: "The smell of women's perfume is not so easy to disperse, Mr. Zhou." ”

There was something yin and yang in her words, but it was completely different from the previous alienation.

Zhou Yong glanced at her and lightly opened his thin lips: "I went back to school from Zhou Can just now, I don't know where she bought the perfume, and I sprayed it in the car for a long time." ”

Song Ci choked up instantly.

She looked out the window.

It made her look like a jealous woman.

Zhou Yong squeezed out a few sounds that counted as laughter from his throat and didn't say anything more.

Song Ci felt that his ears were a little hot, and he didn't look at Zhou Yong's expression all the way, staring at the scenery outside the window.

The sunset on the horizon is beautiful, Song Ci took a few more looks, raised his hand to take a photo, and sent it to the circle of friends.

Zhou Yong picked up his mobile phone and glanced at it while waiting for the traffic light, and his voice seemed to be a little careless: "Haven't you released it for me yet?" ”

"Ahem!"

Song Ci choked coldly, and then laughed dryly: "Let it go now." ”

She fiddled with her fingers on the screen several times, and then put it away and looked at Zhou Yong: "Okay." ”

The red light turned green, and Zhou Yong didn't have time to look at it, so he only bowed his head slightly.

The vehicle drove quickly to Zhou's house.

The surroundings are clean, and there are occasional pedestrians walking dogs.

Song Ci glanced at it a few times and felt that the place where he lived was indeed a treasure of feng shui, so he asked, "Do you have any extra houses here?" ”

Zhou Yong didn't know what she was thinking, so she parked on the steering wheel, and then unbuckled her seat belt.

Seeing this, Song Ci was unclear.

And then, Zhou Yong leaned down and unfastened her seat belt, and his fingertips were attached to her collarbone, slightly cool.

"What, you want?"