Broken sounds came and went, mixed with heavy, muffled breathing.

Song Ci felt that his body was extremely hot, and he hurriedly raised his eyes to stop Zhou Yong's more and more outrageous actions.

But as soon as she met her eyes, she found that Zhou Yong's always cold face was flushed with a faint flush, and even the tips of her ears were dyed red.

Combined with the smell of wine emanating from his body, Song Ci suddenly realized.

It turned out that Zhou Yong was drunk.

Thinking of this, her tone softened: "You get up first, let's talk well." ”

"Nope."

Zhou Yong shook his head, said briefly, and pulled the person into his arms again.

The ambiguous atmosphere quietly spread.

Song Ci was forced to tilt his head, and his lips were choked by Zhou Yi again.

"Uh-huh—"

She whimpered and wanted to say something, but Zhou Yong's movements did not stop at all.

He pinched Song Ci's chin with his big palm, deepening the lustful kiss slowly.

It wasn't until Song Ci couldn't breathe that Zhou Yong got up blindfolded and tore off the slightly messy clothes on her body.

A large area of fair skin was exposed to the air, and Song Ci felt trembling, and shrank his hand to push him.

The resolute gaze in Zhou Yong's eyes made Song Ci a little flustered.

"Zhou Yong, you can see clearly, I am not Jiang Zhenzhen."

She thought that this sentence would make Zhou Yong wake up a little from his confusion.

However, Zhou Yong didn't have any superfluous words from beginning to end, and when he heard her words, he just traced Song Ci's face with his eyes like a torch.

From the bright eyes that seemed to ride the galaxy, to the moist red lips, and finally the hot and delicate gaze that carefully moved and fell on her.

"You are Song Ci."

He whispered, pressing a soft kiss into the woman's ear.

"Shhhh

Song Ci couldn't help but let out a low breath, bit his lip and don't start, trying his best to dissuade: "You are drunk, you will regret it when you wake up." ”

"No, it won't."

Zhou Yong's answer was concise and to the point.

He pinched Song Ci's waist, and his hot palm lingered on her slender back, kneading gently.

The double stimulation made Song Ci's reason almost slack.

None of them had ever done anything like this when they were at their closest.

And now, far abroad, two divorced people are ambiguous in bed.

Song Ci came back to his senses slightly, gritted his teeth against Zhou Yong's chest and prepared for further movements: "You get up now, I can act as if nothing happened." ”

Zhou Yong was just drunk, and he didn't think about himself at all.

Song Ci hypnotized himself in his heart, trying to find excuses: "You may not have seen her for too long, I can understand it, but this kind of thing still has to be done by someone who has the same heart as ......."

Before she finished her words, she pursed her lips in shame.

Zhou Yong unexpectedly opened her skirt without hesitation.

The action is bold and rude.

Zhou Yong's face was flushed, but his voice sounded extremely quiet, without the slightest hint of drunkenness: "Song Ci, saying such things at such a time will not make me want to stop, on the contrary." ”

"On the contrary?"

Song Ci pressed the throbbing in his heart and glared at him in shame.

Zhou Yong bit her earlobe again, the movement was very light, but it was wrapped in an aggressiveness that was difficult to ignore.

"It makes me want to ...... more"

The last word he said very softly in an angry voice, but it made Song Ci red from head to foot.

The intense stimulation forced her to moan softly from her mouth like usual, like a mosquito and a fly, and her eyes were deeper and deeper.

The night fell silent.

Song Ci's mobile phone buzzed on the table.

Suddenly, Song Ci grabbed the floating grass like a person about to drown, and pushed desperately: "Phone, my phone ......"

Zhou Yong frowned, took the phone with his long arm, put it under Song Ci's nose, and saw the names of the people under the string of numbers on the screen.

Shang Tso.

Seeing this, Zhou Yong's face suddenly darkened, and his body immediately exuded a cold aura as if he was in an ice cellar.

Song Ci secretly felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly hung up and tried to knock down a few words.

[I'm busy, I'll do it later.] 】

It looks like I can't reply because of work.

But what about the actual situation......

Song had no way to retreat, he was completely forced into a corner, his clothes were messy, his skin was white and red, and in front of him was a tall man blocking his figure.

The lights in the room were obscured and not revealed.

Song Ci looked up and could see that Zhou Yi was full of lust, without the slightest suppressed expression.

On weekdays, he looks indifferent, and when facing the project, he is cold and terrifying, and he can even be called impersonal.

At this moment, his performance moved Song Ci.

"Resignation ......"

Zhou Yong muttered softly, threw her mobile phone aside casually, and said in a hoarse voice: "Replying to other men in front of me, isn't it too indifferent to me?" ”

With his words, the movements of Zhou Yong's hands tightened, completely tearing apart the clothes that covered Song Ci.

With a faint sound, Song Ci almost couldn't bear it, but he still pursed his lips and replied: "We don't have anything to do with it now, Zhou Yong, I can sue you...... Hmmm......"

Zhou Yong was a lot tougher because he was drunk.

Before he did it, he would at least listen to Song Ci finish speaking.

However, now Zhou Ji suppressed his body regardless of it.

Song Ci's mobile phone rang again at an inopportune time, it was Shang Tso, as if asking why she was still busy.

And Song Ci is destined not to give him an answer tonight.

The night was misty, mixed with lust, and the moon shy hid among the clouds.

……

When he woke up the next day, Song Ci felt that he didn't have any strength in his body, as if his bones had been disassembled.

She endured the pain and opened her eyes, and naturally caught a glimpse of the red marks on her body that were difficult to hide, and her face immediately turned red.

Zhou Yong was drunk yesterday, but he really ...... with himself

Thinking of this, Song Ci felt uneasy, and pursed his lips to look at the man beside him.

Zhou Yong was naked, sleeping calmly, and there was no more flushing from last night in his eyes.

Song Ci felt complicated for a moment.

Obviously, before going abroad, she still thought that she might not have too much intersection with Zhou Yong in the future.

As a result, halfway through the project, the two of them rolled into bed.

It was also the first time the two of them had done something so intimate.

Song Ci took a few deep breaths and tiptoed to sneak out of the room.

However, before he could take a few steps, a man's joking voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Song, where are you going?"

Song Ci's footsteps stopped in place in an instant.

She turned around slightly embarrassed and met Zhou Yong's calm and unwavering gaze.

He looked calm, but the words he said made Song Ci's heart tremble slightly.

"Mr. Song is really a woman who has been abandoned from the beginning to the end, is this to throw me away when you run out?"