"Is this disgusting?" A trace of sarcasm flashed in Zhou Qichuan's dark eyes, "When you cried and begged me to be slower before, why didn't you say it was disgusting?"

In an instant, Song Zhiyuan's face turned red.

How come this dog man dares to say anything?!

Smelling the rich aroma of wine in the air, Song Zhiyuan frowned, "You are drunk, I'll take you back."

Zhou Qichuan didn't say anything, but just stared at her with a faint look, as if a leopard staring at her prey, ready to go.

Facing his charming but dangerous eyes, Song Zhiyuan subconsciously took a half step back.

She wanted to escape.

But how could a man who was dazed by alcohol let her go?

Before she could turn around, she was picked up by the man in the waist. Song Zhiyuan was so scared that she pale and grabbed Zhou Qichuan tightly and threatened, "Let me down, or I will call someone!"

Zhou Qichuan seemed to be sure that Song Zhiyuan didn't dare to, holding her in one hand and holding the key she snatched from her in the other hand to open the door.

Then the door was closed with a "slam".

Before he could return to the bedroom, Zhou Qichuan put the person on the sofa in the dim light, and couldn't wait to pounce on him, kissing and chewing.

Song Zhiyuan took a lot of effort to get a little distance away, and reminded him with a trembling voice, "Zhou Qichuan, be awake!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qichuan's body was slightly stiff and seemed to be calm for a moment.

But in the end, desire defeated reason.

He quickly lowered his head and blocked all the words Song Zhiyuan was about to leave.

...

All night, from the sofa to the bedroom, and then to the bathroom, Song Zhiyuan woke up from a drowsy several times, and could clearly feel the heat of the man pinching her waist.

Amazingly hot.

She could no longer tell whether it was more painful or joy last night.

I just remember that they all got out of control later.

Song Zhiyuan sat up with a sore body, and Zhou Qichuan was gone in the room.

If it weren't for the mess all over the ground and the traces on her body, she might have thought that last night was another ridiculous dream.

"Knock-Knock-Knock-" The sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Then, Zhou Qichuan's slightly low and hoarse magnetic voice sounded.

"Yuan Yuan, the rice is ready, get up and eat something."

Song Zhiyuan didn't know where Zhou Qichuan got the energy to get up and cook after a night of ridicule.

But she has no appetite now.

I don't want to see him.

There was no response in the room, but Zhou Qichuan knew that Song Zhiyuan was awake.

She has always been sleeping lightly, and there is no way she can't hear such a loud knock on the door.

Through the door panel, Zhou Qichuan curled his lips bitterly, "Sorry, I got drunk last night."

The answer to him was a silence.

Just as Zhou Qichuan was in a low mood and turned around to leave, the door behind him suddenly opened.

He quickly turned around, and his originally dark eyes had a hint of light, dazzling.

Song Zhiyuan was wearing a suspender nightgown, and the ambiguous traces of her body were undoubtedly revealed.

The two of them looked at each other, and she casually curled her lips, "All of them were adults, they just took their needs last night, Mr. Zhou didn't have to take it to heart."

——Everyone needs to take it seriously.

Even though Zhou Qichuan expected that Song Zhiyuan would turn against him when she woke up, she did not expect that she would say such heart-wrenching words.

She is treating him as a friend?

When he met his angry eyes, Song Zhiyuan suppressed the bitterness in his heart and looked at the sky outside the window, "It's getting late, you should leave. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to my boyfriend after I run into it."

"Who was from that surname?" Zhou Qichuan's black eyes suddenly sank. Thinking of the situation he saw the night before, he almost squeezed out these three words from his teeth.

Professor Shi?

Song Zhiyuan didn't want to take the blame. She was about to explain, but found that she basically didn't know any opposite sex except him.

In Zhou Qichuan's view, her silence seemed to be a default.

"How long have you known each other?" He asked unwillingly.

Song Zhiyuan lowered her eyes and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "This is my private matter, so you shouldn't report it to your ex-husband, right?"

They have divorced.

After realizing this, Zhou Qichuan curled his lips sarcastically, "Yuan Yuan, you are really heartless."

Listening to his disappointed tone, Song Zhiyuan's heart thrust, took a few deep breaths to adjust her emotions, and calmly raised her eyes and looked at him, "Are you finished speaking?"

"You can't wait to see him?" Zhou Qichuan's black eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire.

This woman is really heartless!

"Yes." Song Zhiyuan answered without any hesitation and asked coldly, "So, can you leave?"

Zhou Qichuan was gloomy and didn't say anything, but his hands clenched into fists on his side revealed his emotions.

He stared at Song Zhiyuan for a few seconds, then turned around and strode away.

"Bang!" The door was closed with a strong force.

Looking at the empty room, Song Zhiyuan seemed to have been suddenly drained from her strength. She leaned against the door frame, and tears poured out of her eyes as if she was uncontrollable, blurring her vision.

He must have hated her to death now.

Such a proud person bowed his head several times for her.

Perhaps Zhou Qichuan was right before, she was really scumbag and heartless.

So forget her and start a new life.

...

He woke up too late and cried and swollen. Song Zhiyuan simply took a day off and stayed in the apartment to read a book in the afternoon.

She thought that diverting her attention would make her feel better.

But the sad mood was like air, everywhere, wrapping her whole body.

She is obviously the one who is cruel to get out of here, but now she is so sad. Isn’t it too pretentious?

Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but take out her mobile phone to search for news about Zhou Qichuan leaving London|Dun.

He was a plane half an hour ago.

Jiang Shihan seemed to have left early. Song Zhiyuan had seen the girl who was with him in the photo at a masked dance party.

If she hadn't seen He Wu in the corner of the photo, she might not have remembered where she had seen her.

She appeared on He Wu's screensaver before, and was his sister, He Xue.

No wonder, the look she looked at her at the dance was so strange.

Song Zhiyuan was in a daze when she looked at the photo and the ringtone of her cell phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at it and it was the local number.

She thought it was a sales promotion or a scam call, but she hung up without thinking.

Downstairs of the apartment, Shi Yan listened to the busy sound coming from the receiver of his mobile phone and dived in confusion.

When Song Zhiyuan saw that the number was again, she was a little angry and was about to block it. When the news about Aera suddenly popped up.

She said, [Vivian, it's over. Professor Shi heard that you took a sick leave and killed him directly! You may have been downstairs now!]

Song Zhiyuan, “…”

How did Professor Shi know where she lives?

Looking at the call on the screen, Song Zhiyuan suddenly realized something and quickly swiped over the answer button.

Shi Yan's gentle and nice voice came, "Ms. Song, are you at home?"

.........
Chapter completed!