Will you regret it?

Song Zhiyuan asked herself in her heart with the words Xia Xingluo had just asked.

She is sure, she will.

Because she already regrets it.

For two consecutive nights, she kept dreaming of Zhou Qichuan intermittently, dreaming of his extremely lost expression when she said those hurtful words.

He clearly didn't say anything.

But the look told her that they were over.

Taking a deep breath, Song Zhiyuan raised her eyes and looked at Xia Xingluo, and smiled, "Xingxing, I'm in love."

Xia Xingluo was slightly stunned and smiled bitterly, "Yuan Yuan, have you deceived yourself?"

Song Zhiyuan didn't know.

But this is the only way she can think of at present, both ways.

Knowing that she was a fan of the authorities, Xia Xingluo sighed and asked carefully, "Yuan Yuan, have you still had nightmares recently?"

Song Zhiyuan shook her head and chuckled, "Don't do it anymore."

Perhaps she divorced Zhou Qichuan and let go of her knot. She has not dreamed of Liu Mengyun in the past two months.

When I think of it occasionally, it is also the scene of the warmth of getting along with each other before.

"That's good." Xia Xingluo murmured, his eyes looking a little complicated.

But she didn't mention this again, but said with a slightly serious expression, "Xingxing, what if I break up with your brother, we are still sisters, right?"

Song Zhiyuan's heart sank slightly and tentatively said, "Is something wrong with Du Chunfeng?"

A few days ago, a private detective she paid for came from news that she heard that there was indeed something sold in Du Chunfeng.

But because they were investigated before, those people were very alert and had not heard of anything in the past two months.

Xia Xingluo shook his head and sighed, "Your brother is getting busier and busier now. He can't see someone once every ten days or half a month. I'm afraid that when I get him, he's seventy years old and eighty years old, how can you have a daughter for you?"

Hearing that she was still in the mood to joke, Song Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and comforted her, "Persistence is victory."

"I'll lend you a good word." Xia Xingluo smiled embarrassedly, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Do I eat the cookies made by my mother? My brother will fly to London in two days."

Thinking of Xia’s mother’s craftsmanship, Song Zhiyuan nodded unscrupulously.

"Boss, this is all Shi Yan's information." After hesitating outside the office door for a few minutes, Zhuo Mu still knocked on the door and went in.

Although I don’t want to admit it, I have to say that their wife’s vision is really good.

The psychology professor who is only twenty-nine years old, no more than one hand at home and abroad.

Moreover, he is also the prince of the 1-heart group. He wants money and beauty, and talent...

Zhou Qichuan opened the first page of the document, and his eyes remained in the family relationship column.

Zhuo Mu hurriedly explained, "Shi Yan has been studying abroad before and has never appeared in 1 Heart Group."

"Where is the college?" Zhou Qichuan asked with a frown.

Zhuo Mu, "The Shi Family*** is doing well, and the wife is not aware of it."

He thought about it and added, "I heard that the old lady of the Shi family is not in good health recently. She has organized two private games this year, but Shi Yan was not present."

This person clearly doesn't want to fall in love.

After understanding his subtext, Zhou Qichuan's cold face calmed down a little.

"Boss, someone is asking about his wife in the Shi family. Look?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, Zhuo Mu asked boldly.

What does Shijia mean? It’s clearer.

Zhou Qichuan suddenly curled his lips, and the smile in his black eyes was a bit evil, "Let Yang Mingyu go to Shi's family, and the two families cooperate. The old lady is ill and should go and see it."

"Yes, boss." Zhuo Mu understood instantly.

When he left the office, he was about to call Yang Mingyu when he saw He Xue walking towards him holding a bouquet of platycodon on the other side.

"Brother Zhuo." He Xue curled her lips slightly and greeted her sweetly.

Zhuo Mu and He Wu have a good relationship. They usually regard her as their sister and can vaguely guess the little girl’s thoughts.

He reminded tactfully, "You don't need to put flowers in the boss's office."

He Xue had curved eyebrows and smiled, "Mr. Zhou worked so long every day, and it was good for her eyes to see flowers, green leaves and the like."

Seeing that she insisted, Zhuo Mu didn't know what to say, so he nodded and walked out.

Suddenly, He Xue seemed to think of something and called him, "Brother Zhuo, I think Mr. Zhou's stomach is not very good recently. Can I bring him health porridge in the morning?"

Zhuo Mu turned around and looked at her, met the little girl's simple eyes, but finally didn't say anything to refuse.

As the college holiday approached, Song Zhiyuan was afraid of being bored at home, so she pulled Alice to find a job as a translator.

You can also pass the time and earn some pocket money, kill two birds with one stone.

But she didn't expect that the first part-time job she received online actually asked her to keep a distance from Shi Yan.

"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean." Although he was dissatisfied with the arrogant attitude of the man opposite, Song Zhiyuan still asked politely.

The man looked bad and said in a deep voice, "Ms. Song is a smart person. You should know that as our young master, it is not difficult to find a local British aristocratic lady."

Now, Song Zhiyuan understood.

He is the person outside the academy that Shi Yan mentioned before.

Song Zhiyuan curled her lips slightly, "If this is what Shi Yan means, I hope he can tell me in person."

Hearing this, the man's face turned even more ugly.

Without saying a word, he took out a stack of checkbooks, took out a pen and handed it to Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan knew this attitude very well.

She stood up gracefully, politely but clearly said, "I hope there will be no next time for such boring requests."

The man was a little surprised and came to his senses. Song Zhiyuan had already left.

He quickly took out his cell phone and called the old lady of the Shi family.

The other end was silent for a few seconds, "Please come back."

Half an hour later, Shijia Manor.

Song Zhiyuan looked at Mrs. Shi who was sitting on the sofa and maintained her well, so exquisite that she was every hair. She greeted her politely, "Hello Grandma Shi."

"Sit down." The old lady responded lukewarmly, without looking at Song Zhiyuan directly.

Yang Mingyu took eye drops and knew that her grandson fell in love with a married woman, she almost got angry.

She can invite people politely to the maximum extent she can do.

Song Zhiyuan sat down as she said, looking at the old lady with a cold face, without asking, and did not go to get her cell phone to pass the time...

She just sat quietly, not looking anxious at all.

Unexpectedly, she was so calm, and the old lady was surprised for a moment. But then, the trace of appreciation was washed away by anger.

She raised her eyes and looked at Song Zhiyuan and asked, "Ms. Song is my Ayan student?"

Song Zhiyuan nodded.

"The most important thing in China is etiquette and ethics. Since Ayan is your teacher, should you keep a certain distance?" The old lady directly put on a big hat.

Indeed, teacher-student love is not accepted by many people in the country.

But Shiyan is not her teacher.

Thinking of the two of them’s agreement, Song Zhiyuan raised the corners of her lips slightly and said neither humble nor arrogantly, “I am a major in management, not Shi Yan’s student.”

The old lady immediately sank her face, "I'm sorry!"

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Chapter completed!