Listening to the almost heart-rending voice on the other end of the phone, Song Ci's eyebrows jumped and he didn't hang up.

She tried her best to calm her tone: "Miss Jiang, I don't know what you're thinking, if it's because of that unwarranted news, our company has already issued a notice to explain the specific reason, as for Mr. Zhou's side, ......"

Song Ci paused, and his attitude was calm: "I don't have any superfluous thoughts about him, you can rest assured." ”

"You're talking nonsense."

Jiang Zhenzhen's voice also sank, with a persistent firmness in his tone, and he asked again: "Since you are divorced, why do you still have an ambiguous relationship?" ”

Hearing this, Song Ci was a little speechless.

She couldn't tell her all the agreements between herself and Zhou Yong and the hopes of the two families.

So Song Ci was silent for a moment, and he was also a little impatient: "I won't break my word." ”

"I don't believe it, unless you tell me it to my face."

Jiang Zhenzhen was so messed up that he didn't let Song Ci hang up the phone at all.

Hearing the sound, Song Ci only felt that her head hurt, she pinched the corner of her forehead, and her mind involuntarily crossed Zhou Yong's face.

is really a scumbag who does a lot of harm.

Song Ci didn't refuse, but his tone had faded: "If you can, I hope this is the last time we meet." ”

She wanted to use this opportunity to make it clear to Jiang Zhenzhen.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little eager: "Then I'll see you at the café tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock, and I'll send you the address." ”

She hung up in a hurry, as if she was going to prepare something.

Song Ci put down the phone and found that the hot search on the list had been removed.

The assistant's movements were not so fast, and it was probably Zhou Yong's handiwork.

Thinking of this, Song Ci pursed the corners of his lips, raised his hand to Zhou Yi's contact information, and slowly pressed the screen out.

For the time being, she didn't want to communicate with Zhou Yong.

Next.

Song Ci came to the café as promised, facing Jiang Zhenzhen, who was pale and crumbling as if he was going to faint in the next second.

She is really good-looking, different from her slightly aggressive and glamorous appearance, Jiang Zhenzhen is like a blooming white lotus, swaying.

Jiang Zhenzhen's eyes showed a little sad and indignant, his fingers grabbed the edge of the table, and his voice was very broken: "I didn't expect you to really come to see me." ”

Song Ci sighed, feeling that there would inevitably be a lot of scenes in this white lotus.

She slowly flipped through the menu and ordered a cup of coffee as she liked: "I said I hope this is the last time we meet." ”

Jiang Zhenzhen's expression looked uncertain, and she didn't think about speaking until the meal between the two was served.

"How often do you meet?"

Listening to her words as if she was the original partner catching a junior, Song Ci endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back: "Miss Jiang, if you understand clearly enough, you should know that our two companies are cooperating, and this is an inevitable thing to meet." ”

"If you called me here because of this kind of frivolous thing, then I think this conversation ends here."

She stirred her coffee, her tone tinged with mockery.

Song Ci thought that this delicate white lotus was about to question herself, but she turned over and over with just a few words, which made her speechless and helpless.

"Since Miss Song has said so, then I will get straight to the point."

Jiang Zhenzhen quickly pulled back the indistinguishable look on his face and hooked the corners of his lips: "Zhou Zhen treats me very well, so I don't want people to destroy the peace between us." ”

When she spoke, her expression was filled with unconcealable joy and shyness, and the stinging Song Ci was suffocated in her heart.

"I know Miss Song is not the kind of person who doesn't know what to do." Jiang Zhenzhen continued to speak, raising his eyebrows slightly, "So as long as Miss Song stays away from him in the future, I don't care about the rest." ”

Song Ci felt that chatting with her was really boring, and lazily responded: "That's all? ”

Seeing that Song Ci didn't take his words seriously at all, Jiang Zhenzhen's eyes crossed a cloudy gaze, and then returned to normal, and the hand hidden under the table moved slightly.

That's a voice recorder.

Song Ci didn't notice anything unusual, and lifted his eyelids: "If that's all there is, I promise you." ”

After all, even if there was no conversation between Jiang Zhenzhen and her today, Song Ci didn't want to have any controversy or dispute with Zhou Yong over this matter.

She thought, got up neatly, and put the coffee cup down.

"Goodbye."

Jiang Zhenzhen looked at Song Ci's sassy back, and the corners of his lips hooked up a sinister smile.

She pinched the voice recorder in her hand, bit her lip, pretended to be wronged, and took out her mobile phone to make a call.

"Hey, Brother Zhou-"

-

Song Ci left the café with a tired look.

She was exhausted by the succession of events.

Although she didn't want to face Zhou, today was the time for her to go back to Zhou's house once a week, and there was no way to avoid it.

Song Ci took a few deep breaths and adjusted his mentality.

After the scandal, Zhou Yong only seemed to be manipulating public opinion secretly, and did not talk to her about the matter, presumably it had been completely resolved.

She quickly finished the work she had to do today, sorted out her appearance, and went downstairs on time.

Usually, Zhou Yong would wait for her during this time period.

Today, it is not surprising, as soon as Song Ci turned a corner, he saw Zhou Yi in a suit and leather shoes, with a slightly tired face.

Looks like he's just finished talking about work.

The tall figure set off him with a little more noble atmosphere, Song Ci glanced at it and then retracted his gaze and sat quietly in the co-pilot.

Zhou Yong glanced at her, and his ink-colored pupils projected a different kind of brilliance, as if he was about to say something.

Seeing this, Song Ci only lifted his eyelids: "Is the car broken, Mr. Zhou." ”

Zhou Yong touched the steering wheel with his palm, and his voice was faint: "Let's go now." ”

The car was speeding down the road, and the scenery outside the window kept receding.

Song Ci held his chin with one hand, staring boredly at the clouds in the sky, not noticing that Zhou Yong's gaze swept over him from time to time, and moved away as if nothing happened.

The road is not far, but it will take some time, so Song Ci simply took some documents and read them.

The big cake she painted for Gao Ze before should also have some substantial embodiment, otherwise she wouldn't be able to catch a big fish.

Thinking about it, Song Ci casually tapped the recent itinerary, read it silently in his heart a few times, and only closed his phone after feeling that it was right.

Before getting off the bus, Zhou Yong, who was silent all the way, suddenly stopped Song Ci, who was about to get out of the car.

Looking at each other, Song Ci obviously noticed a hint of inquiry from his eyes.

At the same time, she spoke: "What's wrong?" ”

Hearing the sound, Zhou Yi's Adam's apple rolled.

He thought about the pear blossoms that Jiang Zhenzhen was crying to himself just now, and the recording file attached, but he still breathed a little heavier.

Zhou Yong pinched her white chin, and her voice was deep.

"Have you gone to find Jiang Zhenzhen these days?"