Song Ci was not surprised by Zhou Yong's sudden joining, after all, he was also the investor of this project.

And Shang Tso looked at the man in front of him with interest, who did not hide his emotions at all.

"Mr. Shang, your design is excellent and meets my expectations."

Zhou Yong naturally did not forget the necessary praise, but when he said this, his mood was not high, but it was like a robot talking.

In this regard, Shang Tso was not unhappy at all, but responded politely: "Mr. Zhou, you are also very good, in all aspects." ”

The delicate atmosphere between Song Ci and Shang Cuo returned to official business after Zhou Yong joined.

Seeing this, Gao Ze's heart was instantly quiet.

He looked at Zhou Yi, who was communicating seriously, and his previous dissatisfaction vanished.

Song Ci talked about Xingtou, talking eloquently, and his expression was flying.

Zhou Yong listened silently beside him, adding two sentences from time to time.

Movement and stillness seem to complement each other.

Shang Cuo's eyes stared at the two people with deep meaning, echoing the words in their mouths, and showing a humble smile from time to time.

"You're wrong, my design is just some ingenuity, and it can't be elegant."

He said modestly, his eyes fixed on Song Ci.

Hearing this, Song Ci waved his hand: "Don't belittle yourself so much, when I was going to do this project, I was going to want some small thoughts, you see." ”

As she spoke, she raised her fair, thin wrist to reveal the bracelet with a spinning snowflake: "I like this design very much. ”

Zhou Yong's eyes darkened.

He couldn't help but think of the good time when the two of them were strolling through the streets in their spare time.

"Is it like this?"

Shang Cuo said, raising his hand to touch Song Ci's bracelet.

His movements were light and fast, and Song Ci couldn't avoid it, and he was touched by some skin with his fingertips.

But Song Ci didn't take it seriously, but praised Shang Cuo seriously: "That's right, so I'm very satisfied with our cooperation, you don't have to be arrogant." ”

Shang Tso withdrew his hand with a smile in Zhou Yong's increasingly dark gaze.

Just touched a little arm, and it was a cannibalistic gaze.

He thought about it, but in the end he still relented: "Let's talk about it here for the time being today, I still have some things to do here, so I won't send the two of you." ”

Hearing him say this, Song Ci suddenly realized.

The meeting had already ended, and he had been talking about Shang Cuo for so long, which should have delayed his original plan.

So Song Ci smiled apologetically, waved at Shang Tso, and walked straight outside.

Seeing the end of the exchange between Song Ci and Shang Cuo, Gao Ze breathed a sigh of relief, didn't pay attention to Song Ci's movements at all times, and returned to the hotel first.

Song Ci was also going to go back to rest as soon as possible, but when he turned around the corner, his forearm was tightly pulled by the man behind him, and he took it to the side.

The hot breath swept through Song Ci's mouth and nose.

She twisted her eyebrows and watched Zhou Yong wrap her fingers around her forearm with the bracelet, and rubbed her fingertips slowly on it, as if she wanted to wipe something off.

"What's wrong, what's dirty?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yong's eyes darkened, as if he was preparing a sharp blade to be unsheathed: "Indeed." ”

But he didn't continue, slowly retracting his grip, his voice sinking.

"Song Ci, you haven't made it clear to me about the previous matter."

What happened before?

Song Ci didn't understand what Zhou Yong was crazy about suddenly, so he immediately frowned, and invariably remembered Jiang Zhenzhen's face and voice in his mind.

- "I want you to stay away from Zhou. ”

My head suddenly hurt, with some indescribable feeling.

Song Ci broke away from Zhou Yong's hand, and his voice was very light: "I don't remember any unresolved things between us, Zhou Yong." ”

She spoke slowly: "I completed the agreement signed during the divorce very well, it didn't bother you, and after the divorce, I stayed away from you, try to be alone only when it is necessary for work, and not make your little lover sad, is this not enough?" ”

"Don't upset my little lover?"

Zhou Yong's face sank, and his voice was wrapped in a coercion and asked, "Have you looked for her?" ”

It's the feeling again.

Song Ci was suffocated, endured it, and did not scold.

mentioned Jiang Zhenzhen, Zhou Yong had this attitude of being afraid that she would melt into her mouth, for fear that he would treat her badly and snub her.

So Song Ci's last point of heart to explain was completely dead.

She took several steps back until she was close to Zhou Yong returning to normal interpersonal relationships.

"You don't have to ask me anything, you have the answer in your own heart, don't you?"

As he spoke, Song Ci turned his head and left, his movements did not drag the mud and water at all, and even carried a resolute attitude.

Zhou Yong was stunned in place, thinking about the meaning of her words just now, and her footsteps did not move for a long time.

After returning to the hotel, Song Ci felt physically and mentally exhausted, so he simply went into the bathroom to take a bath.

The ghost sent the gods, but she still brought the rose petals that Zhou Yong brought for herself.

The petals are slightly dried because they have been plucked, but they are soaked in water for only a few seconds, and they are full of vitality.

She was half-soaked in the bathtub, holding a petal in her hand and resting it in the palm of her hand.

Watching it wander like a flat boat in the water and get lost, I couldn't help but smile.

Isn't she a lost boat now?

It's okay to treat work, but in the face of feelings, Song Ci feels that he really doesn't know anything.

Thinking of this, Song Ci was inevitably a little annoyed, and the fingers pinching the petals were slightly forced, and the delicate flowers softened, and finally sank to the bottom of the bathtub.

She watched for a long time, then got up to dry herself and pulled on her slippers and walked outside.

Evening crept in.

Song Ci opened himself a bottle of red wine with a low degree and no stamina, in order to stay up late at night to work.

She took two sips, and a small sound came from outside the door.

Song Ci was very vigilant, and immediately walked over silently, looked at the door, and frowned deeply.

Outside the door, Gao Zezheng sneakily wanted to open the door of his room, but he didn't say a word, obviously wanting to do something bad.

And in a room with a lonely man and a widow late at night, Song Ci could think of the dirty things in his mind with his knees.

However, Song Ci had already locked the door, and after thinking about it, he didn't ask out loud, but walked straight back to the bed, and the quilt was pulled higher.

The ears do not hear, and the heart does not bother.

The movement outside the door rang for a long time before it stopped.

Gao Ze looked at the door that did not move, and his expression was a little bad.

But soon, he thought about it again.

Gao Ze quickly ran downstairs to the front desk, panting and wiping the sweat on his forehead, his voice was very short.

"Quickly give me a key card for the xx room number, I called her several times and didn't reply, I'm a little worried!"