Hearing Shang Cuo's calm voice, Song Ci was a little puzzled.

But she quickly opened the door to Shang Cuo, and was extremely surprised in her words: "You don't want to discuss art with me now, do you?" ”

"That's right."

Shang Tso replied decisively, as if he felt that it was nothing at all.

He took out a return gift for Song Ci from behind him.

It is a well-known painter's original work, and the number is around hundreds of thousands.

"Mr. Shang, this is too valuable, I can't accept it."

Song Ci wrinkled his eyebrows and said, his words were a little helpless.

She just gave Shang Cuo an aromatherapy set that would be placed everywhere in the store, why was the gift he gave him so valuable?

"What's so valuable about this?"

Shang Tso shook his head: "This painting is a work I like very much, some of the author's design concepts coincide with Miss Song, I think this is really fate, so I sent this painting." ”

The words were so leaky that Song Ci couldn't even find a reason to refuse.

However, Song Ci still repeatedly excused himself: "Forget it, so I will have invisible pressure." ”

Shang Tso didn't take this seriously, peeked into her neat room, and said in a joking voice: "It's still early, why don't we have a drink together?" ”

Have a drink?

Song Ci's eyes flashed.

At this time, the next door was very quiet, and Zhou Yong's fingers holding the wine glass were tight and loose, and finally the fingertips were white.

There were wine bottles scattered all over the ground, all of which he had drunk in a bad mood just now.

Shang Tso actually wanted to invite Song Ci to drink?

She drank that amount, and she would be drunk by Shang Cuo within three glasses, and if something happened that shouldn't have happened at that time......

Zhou Yong's eyes instantly became fierce.

He picked up his phone and texted Song Ci.

[Don't say yes.] 】

Song Ci lowered his eyes and happened to see the news sent to him by Zhou Yong.

She was stunned at first, and then reacted that it should be that the sound insulation of the room was not good, and they didn't close the door, and all the words just now reached Zhou Yong's ears.

Thinking of this, Song Ci swallowed the words that he had originally refused, and responded with a smile: "Okay, but I don't drink well, Mr. Shang can't laugh at me." ”

"How dare I?" Shang Tso smiled and shrugged.

Song Ci led the person into the room and asked loudly: "What kind of wine do you want to drink, I'll go get it now." ”

The hotel will provide everything, and Song Ci is just a two-step walk.

"The wine bar is a little more atmospheric, suitable for us to chat."

Shang Tso thought for a moment and replied.

"Okay."

Song Ci nodded in agreement and walked straight out of the room.

She thought that although red wine had a lot of stamina, it didn't matter when she drank it, it was very suitable for her to drink.

Just thinking about it, Song Ci didn't realize when there was an extra person in front of him.

She walked with her steps, and she couldn't prevent it from colliding with someone.

"Sss

Song Ci immediately rubbed his nose in pain, raised his eyes and wanted to question, but touched Zhou Yi's deep pupils.

Those eyes seemed to show emotions that he didn't usually see.

"You're going to drink with him?"

Zhou Ji asked out loud, his expression seemed to be in a trance.

Seeing this, Song Ci nodded stubbornly: "It's just chatting, and drinking red wine, it won't ...... Uh-huh......"

Her unfinished words drowned in small deep kisses.

Zhou Yong pulled the person into his arms, walked to his room with three times and five divided by two, and only one clasped his hand, and pressed the person to the door and kissed him in the dark.

Song Ci was paralyzed and weak, desperately trying to slap Zhou Yong's back.

However, Zhou Yong continued to bite her lip as if he had never heard of it, and his ruthless movements were terrifying.

It wasn't until the end that Song Ci really couldn't breathe, so Zhou Yong got up reluctantly, and he didn't forget to kiss again.

“…… Zhou Zhi! ”

Song Ci was confused, but finally reacted.

Zhou Yong actually kissed her forcibly?

She was about to ask out loud, but found that something seemed to be wrong with the state of Zhou in front of her.

On weekdays, his words are indifferent and indifferent, and even if he communicates with himself, he will only say a few more words when it is very important.

Why is it that today is a question that does not conform to Zhou Yi's identity?

Song Ci thought about it, pursed his lips for no reason, and actually tasted a spicy stomach-burning feeling.

"Liquor?"

Looking at the wine bottles scattered on the ground, Song Ci suddenly realized, and his voice was very high: "What are you doing drinking so much liquor alone?" I'm not afraid of drinking my stomach and having a seizure when it's time to do the project. ”

But Zhou Yong didn't answer her words, but slowly and seriously, step by step, in the direction of Song Ci.

An invisible sense of oppression instantly enveloped Song Ci's body.

She was pressed to the corner by Zhou Yong, and her hot palms lingered around her waist and abdomen, and when she stayed, the burning feeling was unbearable.

Song Ci forcibly suppressed the feeling of pleasure in his body due to Zhou Yong's touch, and tried his best to awaken Zhou Yong's reason: "Zhou Yong, you are drunk, I still have something to do, so I will leave first." ”

"Something? Do you drink with Shangcuo? ”

A mocking smile appeared on Zhou Yong's face, obviously, he had just heard the conversation between the two people clearly.

Song Ci decided not to meet a drunkard.

So she explained in a good voice: "He came to me today and brought me a very valuable word, so I have to take good care of the guests." ”

Song Ci suddenly thought of their past.

No matter how much she drank or how late she drank, Zhou Yong would take her back patiently and gently.

And now......

Zhou Yong's eyes were blue and black mixed with red, and it really seemed that he had drunk too much.

Song Ci sighed invisibly and picked up his phone to send a message to Shang Cuo.

[Something happened suddenly on my side, you go back first, we'll talk tomorrow, thank you for the gift, I will definitely return the gift when I have the opportunity. 】

The reply was quick and understandable.

So Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and then moved his gaze to Zhou Yi.

However, it's okay not to look at it, but when you look at it, something goes wrong.

Zhou Yong stared straight at Song Ci's waist, and there seemed to be a voice shouting in his head.

There was a trapped beast hidden in his body, and when he saw Song Ci, he couldn't help but want to express his unspeakable lust.

"Zhou Yong, your face is not very good, do you need me-"

Her words stopped abruptly, because Zhou Yong had already hugged her and turned over to bed.

His face was gloomy, and his fingers flexibly took off Song Ci's coat, revealing his white forearms.

Zhou Yong quickly took off his clothes roughly, and his strong muscles made Song Ci's ears a little red.

She realized in hindsight what a terrible posture the two of them were in now.

On the soft big bed, the bodies of the two who should have been the former husband and wife were entangled together, and the breath was hot and hot on each other's ears, bringing a shivering feeling that could not be pushed away.

"Thoughtful ......"

Song Ci deviated from the beginning, feeling that things were a little unexpected by himself.

She endured the screams that were about to blurt out, gritting her teeth to persuade him to stop.

"We're divorced, you can't do that."