Song Ci's mind instantly sobered up a lot.

She raised her hand to push Zhou Yi's pressed body, and her voice was forbearing: "Get up." ”

Zhou Yong didn't mean to give in at all, and raised his hand to pinch her chin, intending to deepen the intimacy between them.

Seeing this, Song Ci struggled violently and pointed to the mobile phone next to him: "You have a message." ”

Hearing the sound, Zhou Yong put his phone aside as if he hadn't heard it, and didn't care: "Very important? ”

"Shhhh

Song Ci sighed in pain, gritted his teeth and continued to elaborate: "You really don't want to see who it is? ”

Hearing her say this, Zhou Yi twisted his eyebrows, and had to stop his slightly confused movements, and glanced at the phone.

The eye-catching name on it was impressively presented in Zhou Yong's eyes.

He also understood why Song Ci would say such things.

Zhou Yong's eyes deepened, raised his slender fingers, and turned off the mobile phone in front of Song Ci.

The obtrusive name disappeared in an instant.

Song Ci frowned slightly, and was about to speak, when the hot body of the man in front of him pressed down again.

"At this time, Miss Song still thinks about others?"

He grinded in Song Ci's ear, his voice hoarse.

Song Ci's body reacted, but his heart was extremely entangled.

Her mind kept echoing Jiang Zhenzhen's face and what she had said to herself.

So Song Ci became absent-minded, and pushed his arm slowly and hard: "Zhou Ji, it's almost done." ”

Zhou Yong didn't intend to let her go, and lingered up and down with his big palm, until the person under him made an irrepressible voice, and then chuckled.

"That's not what your body says."

Rao is Song Ci no matter how hard he forced himself to calm down, in the face of such a prodigal bastard like Zhou Yong, he still blushed his ears and gritted his teeth: "Zhou Yong, you did it on purpose." ”

What answered her was Zhou Yong's continued in-depth action.

Song Ci was in a complicated mood and didn't want to continue at all.

However, Zhou Yong couldn't stop teasing her hand, which made her excited.

So Song Ci was in an extremely embarrassing situation.

On the one hand, because of Jiang Zhenzhen, she didn't want Zhou Yong to continue.

However, on the other hand, she couldn't resist the feeling that Zhou Ji brought her, and she fell into trouble for a while.

Just when Song Ci was in a dilemma, Zhou Yong's voice sank, with a bit of bewitchment: "Miss Song, I helped you so much, there is no reward you deserve?" ”

What is the reward, naturally he doesn't need to say more, Song Ci understands it clearly.

She hesitated again.

In all fairness, Zhou Yong has been treating her very gently recently, and it can even be regarded as gentle.

Many troublesome things that he didn't bother to solve were helped by him.

Besides—

One-night stand, didn't say you can't come back for another night, right?

Song Ci compromised in the difficult choice, she enjoyed the heat transmitted by Zhou Yi's body, and repeatedly persuaded herself.

Even she didn't notice it, and I don't know when, Song Ci had sunk into Zhou Yong's words and deeds.

……

This sudden rain of clouds lasted for a long time.

It wasn't until the end that Song Ci's back hurt, and Zhou Yong squinted and fell asleep groggily.

Song Ci took several deep breaths and slowly picked up his phone.

The reflection on the screen of himself is ruddy, with beads of sweat on his forehead and messy hair.

She blushed for a moment, then suppressed the throbbing inside her and flipped through the news list.

Gao Ze and Su Nan both sent her a few messages to report on their work.

Gu Manman complained a few words about the man who rolled the sheets with her, and asked her to hurry back to China.

Song Ci laughed, his eyes falling on the last message.

It was sent by Shang Cuo, and there was nothing wrong with the content, but a private WeChat account was sent at the end of the day.

Song Ci has two WeChats, a work account and a life account.

She believed that everyone might be like this, so when she saw the string of numbers written by Shang Tso, she understood what he meant almost immediately.

He wanted to know himself better.

However, Song Ci's fingertips paused in the position of the account for a long time, and even copied it, and finally replied to other words pretending not to see it.

Shang Cuo replied quickly, without the embarrassment of being ignored, obviously understanding that Song Ci was politely rejecting himself.

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the phone, and turned sideways to see Zhou Yongshuai's shocked side face.

In fact, Song Ci has been in contact with many people since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of handsome guys and beauties.

But Zhou Yong can give her a sense of nobility that no one else has.

She couldn't tell, but she felt that it was mostly due to his temperament, which made his already handsome and lovely face more vivid, as if it was plated with an invisible layer of gold.

At this time, he took a nap, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fanned a small shadow, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his thin lips were lightly pursed.

Song Ci unconsciously looked fascinated.

Then she suddenly realized what she was doing, and gasped to sober herself up.

In order not to delay Zhou Yong's sleep, Song Ci cautiously got up from the bed, picked up his coat and put it on, and walked out with Zhou Yong's cigarette case.

There were two left, along with lighters.

In fact, Song Ci is in a very complicated mood now.

She was unwilling to have too much contact with Zhou Yong, and even did not hesitate to divorce.

But after the divorce, Song found out in hindsight that their relationship was even closer.

Many things that were not done during the marriage were easily done during this time.

This made Song Ci a little flustered and upset at the same time.

She had a cigarette between her fingertips, didn't light it, and was just bored blowing the wind on the rooftop.

There are many houses around, and there is a shadow area that is not exposed to the sun.

Song Ci leaned against the cold wall, gently tapping his knees with a cigarette, and looked far away.

The street not far away was bustling with people, and everyone had a look of hurry on their faces.

She suddenly felt very tired.

"Click."

Song Ci turned on the lighter, and finally lit a cigarette and took a sip in his mouth.

The pungent smell of smoke sweeps through the mouth.

She actually rarely smokes, and only takes two sips when she's in a particularly irritable mood, just like now.

Song Ci's mouth and nose showed some choking smoke, and the corners of his lips rippled with a slightly bitter smile.

The relationship with Zhou Yong is definitely not what Song Ci wants.

But in fact, she couldn't resist the thoughts expressed in her heart at all.

Song Ci has never been a person who tries to suppress his own nature, just like at the beginning, the marriage of strong alliances that was favored by everyone, after Song Ci found out that Jiang Zhen really existed, he still divorced without hesitation.

And now, Song Ci was even a little surprised to find that she seemed to be more and more inseparable from Zhou Yong.

Not only the body, but also the subtle dependence.

After about five minutes, Song Ci extinguished the cigarette butt.

She was about to walk back when the phone in her pocket suddenly rang uncontrollably.

Song Ci thought that Gu Manman had come to complain to him, so he lowered his eyes and turned on his mobile phone.

And the number she knew all too well was on the screen.

Song Ci's fingertips pinching the phone turned slightly white.

It's Jiang Zhenzhen's phone.