"You?" Song Zhiyuan turned her head and glanced at him, "You seem to have asked the wrong person."

"Scoff!" Zhou Qichuan laughed angrily, "Yuan Yuan, even if we slept together, I didn't have to marry you, and you didn't have to marry me."

Looking at Song Zhiyuan, Zhou Qichuan asked every word with a smirk clearly in his eyes, "Why did you marry me?"

Song Zhiyuan raised her eyes, looked at Zhou Qi through the endoscope, pursed her red lips and said nothing.

"You're right. After your father's accident, it was Zhou Jiangyuan who secretly took the lead in adding insult to injury and carving up the Song family."

"Zi!"

Just when Zhou Qichuan finished speaking, Song Zhiyuan suddenly stepped on the brakes and turned to look at him.

"So, think carefully before filing for divorce, otherwise, after passing this village, there will no longer be this shop."

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-"

Suddenly, Zhou Qichuan's cell phone vibrated. It was Xu Nianhe calling.

"Qichuan, I left your wallet here. Come and get it now."

"Okay, I'll go over now."

Zhou Qichuan agreed without hesitation. After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Song Zhiyuan who was driving and said, "Let's go to the Bulgari Hotel first."

Song Zhiyuan's mind was now filled with what Zhou Qichuan had just said. Without thinking, he turned the steering wheel in his hand and drove the car in the direction of the Bulgari Hotel.

When the car stopped at the hotel entrance, she turned around and saw Xu Nianhe in the lobby, and then she understood the purpose of Zhou Qichuan's visit.

"Wait for me for five minutes." Zhou Qichuan left these words, opened the door and got out of the car.

Song Zhiyuan curled her lips slightly, neither agreeing nor disapproving.

However, when she saw Zhou Qichuan had just stepped into the hotel lobby with one foot, Xu Nianhe threw herself into his arms and hooked her hands around his neck. She stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

She felt more confused and irritable than ever before, and went straight back to her apartment.

At first, Zhou Jingyu tried to kill two birds with one stone by sending her to Zhou Qichuan's bed.

The fact was indeed as Zhou Jingyu wished, he no longer had to marry her, Zhou Qichuan was driven abroad, and he successfully took the position of president of the Zhou family.

Zhou Qichuan is right. The reason why she is willing to marry him is not because he slept with her, but because she can use her identity as the young mistress of the Zhou family to enter the Zhou family and Zhou family and better find out everything that happened back then.

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Song Zhiyuan was in the bathroom. Halfway through taking a bath, the bathroom door suddenly made a soft "click" sound and was unscrewed from the outside.

She was startled and turned her head sharply to look.

When she saw the man pushing open the door and approaching like an elegant cheetah while unbuttoning his shirt, the panic in Song Zhiyuan's eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of confusion and sarcasm.

What a ghost!

How could Zhou Qichuan know the password to her apartment and break in so openly?

Across the transparent glass door of the shower room, Zhou Qichuan's dark eyes were bright, and he stared at the woman under the bun. After taking off his clothes, he directly opened the door and held up his long hair.

The legs crossed in.

"Didn't I ask you to wait for me for five minutes? Well -" After closing the door, Zhou Qichuan reached out and gently pinched Song Zhiyuan's chin with his long, bony fingers, and spoke hoarsely.

"Five minutes?" Song Zhiyuan looked at him and sneered, full of ridicule, "When did Vice President Zhou become so bad? He can finish things in five minutes. Wouldn't Miss Xu have any complaints?"

"Tsk!" Looking at the little woman in front of him, Zhou Qichuan licked the corners of his lips with great interest, smiling with a flirtatious look on his face, "I think you have a lot of resentment."

Song Zhiyuan was annoyed, so she raised her hand and slapped away the hand that was holding her chin, "Go away, don't disturb me from taking a bath -" "Hmm~"

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Qichuan grabbed the back of her head, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and blocked her mouth.

"Uh~" Song Zhiyuan struggled angrily, "Zhou Qichuan, are you dirty or not? Don't touch me."

"I just used it at noon. You don't know whether I'm dirty or not? Hmm -" Zhou Qichuan pressed his forehead against Song Zhiyuan's while holding the back of the person's head, and the two of them breathed tangledly.

When he spoke again, his voice was already hoarse.

Staring at the man who was so close, Song Zhiyuan felt inexplicably aggrieved, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she raised her hand and hit the man's chest hard, "Zhou Qichuan, you bastard, you know how to bully me, I'm just like that

Are you easy to bully?"

"Have I?" Zhou Qichuan looked innocent and wanted to laugh, but his eyes were full of wilting.

"You do!" Song Zhiyuan became more and more aggrieved as he spoke and yelled.

"Well, since you think so, then I have to prove the crime, so I can't let you down -"
Chapter completed!