Zhou Sicheng asked: "Where are you, Manager Wen? Are you busy?"

He asked, looking around for Wenjing's figure.

The waiter said, "I'm having a meal with my boyfriend."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sicheng's face changed and he frowned: "Where did you get a boyfriend?"

The tone suddenly became fire.

The waiter didn't know where he said it wrong, "Ah?"

A little scared.

Just then, Zhou Sicheng's eyes swept to Wen Jing and Qi Dong's table. There was a bottle of wine on the table, and there was wine in both of them. He held the insulated barrel's hand and clenched it tightly.

Manager Wan saw Zhou Sicheng from a distance and greeted him with a smile, "Boss."

Zhou Sicheng said coldly: "Don't talk to me."

After that, he turned around and left.

There was a trash can in the middle of the street a few steps. Zhou Sicheng used to throw the insulation can into the trash can without hesitation.

He put his hands into his pants pockets and left without looking back.

...

Lan Muhe was going downstairs and preparing to go home. When they saw Zhou Sicheng climbing upstairs with a cold face, they were both surprised.

Congratulations, I quickly walked forward and asked, "You didn't come today, why did you run tonight?"

When he came to Zhou Sicheng, Zhou Sicheng gave him an impatient look, "It has nothing to do with you."

Then speed up the steps upstairs.

Congratulations turned his head and looked at Zhou Sicheng who was going upstairs in confusion, "I'm going to take gunpowder?"

Lan Mu was anxious to go home to accompany Yan Zao, and was not curious about Zhou Sicheng's gossip.

Let's go first.

Congratulations on thinking about Zhou Sicheng, I went back upstairs to find Zhou Sicheng.

The main reason is that I am too gossipy and I am curious about what happened to Zhou Sicheng.

He went to Zhou Sicheng's office, and Zhou Sicheng was sitting at the desk and was reaching out to turn on the computer.

He took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer with his other hand, took out one, and found the lighter. When he saw that the congratulations came, he took out another cigarette and threw it to congratulations.

Congratulations on taking the hands and putting the cigarette into your mouth.

Zhou Sicheng first lit a fire for himself, and then threw the lighter to congratulate him.

Congratulations on lighting the cigarette, walking to the sofa and sitting down, raising his long legs on the coffee table, spitting out a mouthful of white smoke. In the smoke, he squinted his eyes and asked Zhou Sicheng: "Where are you going today? What's the stimulation?"

Zhou Sicheng couldn't remember it. He remembered the scene of Wen Jing and Qi Dong sitting together for dinner, and there was a bouquet of flowers next to him. He felt a little confused and took a sip of cigarettes hard and then spit out.

He said gritting his teeth: "I can't do it even if I'm just a woman."

Congratulations on knowing that Zhou Sicheng was trapped by love again, and he was too lazy to laugh at him, nodding and said, "Indeed, a mere woman can get it with just hooking her fingers, why bother licking her face and chasing those who are ignorant."

He said as he bounced the ash at the ashtray.

Zhou Sicheng disagreed with the words of congratulations, "The pursuit is different."

To put it bluntly, I look down on you and feel vulgar.

Congratulations on the anti-mockery, "Of course we pursue different things. I pursue happiness, you pursue abuse, and you pursue turning around the woman's butt."

He said as he threw the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, hugged his head in both hands, and lay on the sofa.

Bipod on sofa armrest.

Zhou Sicheng was irritated, and even more irritable when he looked at the congratulations. He got up and drove him away, "Goungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungungun

He grabbed the arms of Congratulations and dragged him off the sofa.

He drove away forcibly.

After congratulations, Zhou Sicheng sat in front of the computer.
Chapter completed!