The slightly ambiguous words came out of the mouth of the noble and indifferent man, and Song Ci turned red for no reason, and then complained that he was not promising.

In an instant, she returned to normal, and pushed his fingers to the side without a trace: "I just think the environment is good, and I can let my parents move in in the future, so I ask you." ”

Song Ci's answer was sincere, and Zhou Ji really thought about it.

After a long time, he thought about it and said, "I can help you ask." ”

This land requires not only a huge amount of money, but also some connections.

Hearing this, Song Ci waved his hand: "It's not so urgent, I'm just asking casually, and it's not necessarily whether I move it or not." ”

As she spoke, she lifted herself into the car and straightened her clothes.

Zhou Yong kept this incident in mind, got out of the car with long legs, and walked to Song Ci.

The two are talented and beautiful, and they match each other when they look at it.

Song Ci was in a trance for a moment, and then took his arm familiarly.

Mrs. Zhou likes to see them intimate, she knows it.

Since the old man is sick, let her be very happy.

Zhou Yong's eyes glanced at Song Ci who was looking at him with a smile in his eyes, and then evoked a smile that was not light or heavy, and the two entered the door hand in hand.

"Young master, young lady."

The servant's respectful voice sounded, and Song Ci bowed his head slightly as a greeting.

"Brother, you're finally back."

Zhou Can walked out of the room with an eager face, and was stunned the moment he saw Song Ci, and his brows tightened.

"Why is she here?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yong's face sank: "Zhou Can." ”

“…… Why did my sister-in-law come. ”

Seeing this, Zhou Can reluctantly snorted for a long time, and then he spoke hard.

"Come and see grandma." Song Ci said a word, and then didn't care about her anymore.

A child who is still in adolescence, she can't afford to get along with Zhou Can, and this time she came mainly to comfort Mrs. Zhou's heart.

When she walked in the door, she saw Mrs. Zhou lying on the bed with a weak face.

At this moment, she only closed her eyes, her dry hands were motionless, and when she heard the noise outside, her eyelids lifted, and her eyes were slightly cloudy.

But when she saw Song Ci, Mrs. Zhou still reluctantly raised a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Here comes the resignation......"

Song Ci hurriedly stepped forward, leaned down, and said in a very soft voice: "Grandma, don't talk yet, take a good rest, I'm coming to see you." ”

Old Madam Zhou nodded her head silently, and did not be reckless.

The personal doctor next to him stared at Song Ci, who had bright makeup, several times, and his eyes showed a sense of amazement.

"How's it going?"

Before he could speak, Zhou Yong's deep voice sounded, with a hint of gloom.

The personal doctor's body was shocked, and he suddenly realized how much he had overstepped, and lowered his head with sweat: "Because the temperature difference is too big, I catch a cold, and the old man's health has not been good, so it is more serious, I have finished prescribing the medicine, just a few injections." ”

He said, not daring to look at Zhou Yong's eyes.

Hearing this, Zhou Yong hummed coldly, glanced at Song Ci, who patiently calmed Mrs. Zhou's emotions, and his eyes softened.

Zhou Can watched from the side and pouted angrily.

Why didn't she find out that her brother was still a proper love brain.

Others may not know, but she has seen it many times up close, and Zhou Yong's treatment of Song Ci is obviously different.

Zhou Can thought of Jiang Zhenzhen's name for no reason, but he was a little unsure of Zhou Zhen's thoughts.

As she thought about it, Song Ci had already gotten up, and her voice was a little concerned: "I'll take care of grandma tonight, and I can chat with her." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Can glanced at her with satisfaction.

Zhou Yong twisted his eyebrows and asked out loud: "Is your company okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's almost all over." Song Ci thought for a while, and then said, "Yang Lin's project follow-up is about next week, so there's no hurry." ”

So Zhou Yong didn't ask again, and nodded silently.

Evening.

Song Ci tried his best to chat about something that could make the old man happy, soothing her heart, and looked at the bits and pieces from time to time, for fear of missing the needle.

Mrs. Zhou lay flat on the bed, looking at Song Ci's sensible appearance, and muttered: "Grandma has no other wishes, I just want to see how smart you and Zhou Yong's children can be, resignation, can you understand?" ”

Hearing the sound, Song Ci's hand peeling fruit paused, and then asked with a smile as if he hadn't heard it: "Grandma, what did you just say?" ”

Looking at Song Ci's confused gaze, Old Madam Zhou sighed slightly and closed her eyes.

The look on Song Ci's face was a little broken.

Can she not understand.

Whether it is the Zhou family or the Song family, they are all urging the two of them to have children.

If it was good to say it before the divorce, but now that the two are divorced, and when it comes to children, Song Ci will inevitably feel that something will go wrong.

But she hesitated.

Song Ci felt that she couldn't be honest with everyone about the divorce for a while, and it was impossible for her to pretend not to know Jiang Zhenzhen's affairs and go back to remarry him.

In this case, if there is a child, it can satisfy the elders of both parties.

She thought about it for a moment, then she felt distraught, frowned and shook her head.

Inappropriate.

Song Ci tried his best to marry Zhou Yong in order to cut off contact with him, if there were some fetters and connections because of the child, wouldn't it be a waste of all his efforts.

She couldn't bear to look at Mrs. Zhou's expectant gaze, so she pulled out the needle for her and walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Finished fighting?"

Zhou Yong stood outside the door, his voice very soft.

Seeing this, Song Ci was taken aback and stroked his heart: "I'm scared to death, I just finished the fight." ”

"Don't go back tonight."

The man stared at the light fabric of her clothes, and there was some elusive emotion in his voice.

Song Ci didn't think much about it, it was so late today, she couldn't go back to her house, so she simply responded.

But just as she was about to go to the guest room, Zhou Yong raised his arm and grabbed her waist with his big palm: "You have to sleep with me." ”

Song Ci subconsciously wanted to break free, she raised her eyes, met last week's deep and lustful gaze, and then suddenly realized.

This is in Zhou's house, she was found sleeping in the guest room.

So Song Ci didn't struggle anymore, and let him carry himself into the door.

Zhou Yong went to the bathroom to wash up and threw a book to Song Ci.

Song Ci took it a little embarrassed, and was about to scold him for two sentences, when he caught a glimpse of the four words artificial intelligence on the book cover, and his voice faded.

Is he worried that he will not be familiar with the new project?

Song Ci felt a faint invisible warm current in his heart, pressed the throbbing, and began to read without distraction.

Halfway through it, Zhou Yong walked out of the bathroom in his wide pajamas, his hair wet.

Song Ci put down the book and went into the bathroom, and when he came out, Zhou Yong had already turned off the lights, and only turned on a faint night light.

She tugged on her slippers and walked to the bed, and was about to speak when her arm was pulled over.

The night was long, and Zhou Yong pressed her to bed, with some lust in his eyes.

He leaned down beside Song Ci's small earlobe, his voice hoarse.

"Song Ci, let's have a child."