Chapter 218 Substitute Marriage: Warlord Marshal VS First Actress (20)

Author: melon crisp

Chapter 218 Substitute Marriage: Warlord Marshal VS First Actress (20)

Ren Qinian's eyes fell on Song Ci's face involuntarily, he lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes, coughed lightly, "I just finished taking a shower."

"Remember to close the door tightly next time." Song Ci said quickly with a cold face, then turned around and ran away. In his desperation, he even forgot what he wanted to ask.

I was a little annoyed when I remembered this when I came back.

Ren Qinian was a little confused and shook his head. Suddenly he didn't understand Song Ci. Thinking of his red earlobes, the emotion in his eyes seemed to be real. He said in a voice that only he could hear: "Just now,

Is he shy?"

After saying this, he felt ridiculous...

…

What the hell is this!

Song Ci's face was ugly and depressed, and his cheeks were also stained with a light pink color, but it was not easy to detect it because of his fair skin.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I stood up and opened the door full of resentment, "Who?"

"you guess."

Listening to the smiling voice, Song Ci knew who this person was without having to guess. He was not the eldest young master of the Zhou family.

"I asked Zhou Tairong, why are you here again?" Song Ci's face was filled with impatience.

Zhou Tairong raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, and there was a bit of complaint in his words: "You are really like this. Every time I want to talk to you, you run away without any mercy."

Song Ci sneered: "Young Master Zhou, please leave, I can't bear it."

Seeing Song Ci joking with him, Zhou Tairong raised his eyebrows, and the emotion in his eyes immediately turned into sharpness, and he raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

"Xiao Ci'er, I think you really like me."

Song Ci frowned and said casually: "I don't like you."

"Then how can you fall in love with me?" Zhou Tairong asked, his dark eyes full of Chicheng.

Song Ci's brows furrowed slightly, but she still felt that there was something in his words, and the more he said them, the more wrong they became. She raised her hand and knocked down Zhou Tairong's extended hand: "Get out, unless you die."

Zhou Tairong listened to Song Ci's cold words and suddenly smiled thoughtfully, "Xiao Ci'er, are you free today?"

"No time."

Song Ci got up and wanted to drive him out.

Zhou Tairong laughed mysteriously: "I know where the hospital where brother Shen Yu is..."

Sure enough, when Song Ci heard this, he stopped walking and looked at Zhou Tairong with a look in his eyes: "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything, I just want to have a meal with Xiao Ci'er."

Zhou Tai Rongsheng's fair smile looks good, but he has the air of a playboy. He has been abroad for several years and has not learned much about the etiquette of foreign gentlemen. It looks nondescript on him. Although there is some element of pretense, in Song Ci's opinion

It is indeed difficult to see: "Please, my little nephew."

"Just eat, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Song Ci said expressionlessly, dragging Zhou Tairong out.

…

Even though he could solve the problem by going to an ordinary noodle restaurant, Zhou Tairong insisted on going to some foreign restaurant to eat foreign food. This restaurant was newly opened in the past two years and Song Ci had never been there before.

The orange lights, the scenery outside the window, the crystal chandelier on the roof, the surrounding color models and green plants...if nothing else, the atmosphere is really good.

Zhou Tairong ordered two coffees and pushed one to Song Ci, "Have a try."

Song Ci didn't like these things, and it was so bitter when he tasted them. He really didn't understand why those people loved to drink them so much.

He raised his hand and put it aside, "I don't drink coffee."

"I just put some sugar and milk for you." Zhou Tairong waved his hand for him to try.

Song Ci would never taste it if he didn't like it, so he went straight to the point: "We've eaten our food, and we've come to a place. Tell me where is he?"

"Little nephew, have you fallen in love with Shen Yu?" Zhou Tairong squinted his eyes to see the expression on Song Ci's face.

Song Ci paused, like...? How could it be possible? He was just curious and interested in this person, wanting to know everything about him and his character.

Besides, Shen Yu is also a girl, how could he... Even if it were true, let alone him, even Shen Yu himself wouldn't be able to accept it.

Song Ci's eyes narrowed, "I just want to be friends."

"Is it true?" Zhou Tairong understood the moment Song Ci was stunned. He just asked: "Is it really as simple as just being friends?"

Song Ci listened to Zhou Tairong's aggressive words with a cold expression: "What exactly do you want to say?"

A dark light quickly flashed across Zhou Tairong's eyes, and then his lazy look returned, "It's nothing, just a joke."

Zhou Tairong was afraid that he might really make him anxious, so he immediately stood up and patted him on the back, "Xiao Ci'er, I just think the atmosphere is too monotonous. Do you want to find a topic to talk to you about? Since you don't like it, I'll If you don’t tell me, I’ll just swear. Don’t be angry.”

Zhou Tairong is really flexible and adaptable, no wonder he is so open-minded. Song Ci even learned about him some time ago, and he has been prospering in foreign countries in the past few years.

Song Ci was too lazy to listen to what he had to say, "Please tell Shen Yu which hospital his brother is in?"

"This." Zhou Tairong took out a piece of paper with his own name from his suit pocket and handed it to him. When he smiled, even though he was wearing a suit, he no longer looked so elegant, but rather a bit arrogant.

Song Ci slapped away the hand that was trying to reach her neck, her eyes as sharp as knives: "He's using his hands and feet, chop it up."
Chapter completed!