"No wonder he's so stupid."

Zhou Fursheng let go of her and got a little freedom, then pulled her head and said with a half-smile: "You have this kind of trash in your head all day long, it's strange that you can be smart."

"Forget it."

Song Jingyu did not deny it, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, the corners of her lips twitching, and her handsome face was filled with endless tenderness.

If she hadn't spoken, maybe Song Jingyu would have been able to make thousands of men's hearts flutter, Zhou Fursheng thought.

Song Jingyu hooked his arm, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and bit it in her mouth. Before she picked up the lighter, she was snatched away by a sideways hand before she lit it.

She subconsciously looked at Zhou Fusheng.

Looking at those deep eyes, they seemed to be warm at this moment.

Song Jingyu didn't know where this feeling came from, but at least she could clearly feel that Zhou Furensheng had changed and was different from before.

"Smoke less." Zhou Fursheng took the cigarette from her and stuffed it back into the box. His affectionate eyes would always make her forget his identity in an instant.

He lowered his posture and got closer to her face.

The ambiguous atmosphere makes your heart beat faster as you breathe.

She instinctively leaned back, distanced the two of them, and said awkwardly: "Uh... how about forget it for today?"

"What's wrong?"

"It's inconvenient." Song Jingyu took out the things she kept in her pocket and showed them to him, and Zhou Furong understood instantly.

"That……"

His hot eyes rolled around her body, revealing a vague smile.

"Don't!" Song Jingyu kicked him hard in the calf, her facial expression a little stiff, "It's better to say goodbye. It's inappropriate to fight in a bloody battle."

Zhou Funsheng was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Am I so inhumane?"

The sarcasm was obvious in her eyes, and she stretched out her hand to straighten the front of his clothes, "You are my adopted person, how could I not know that?"

only.

What Song Jingyu didn't know was whether the Zhou Fusheng she saw was real. Whether he had two completely different faces like Zhou Yu.

That night, Zhou Fusheng did not stay.

He was driven away by Song Jingyu.

When he left, he took the bank card with him, the bank card that he had scorned and discarded on the ground.

Late at night, Song Jingyu sat in front of the window.

Quietly waiting for that phone call that might come.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are like a vast ocean, and its reflection is a ship drifting wantonly, drifting in the endless ocean. In the dark night, it is impossible to discern the direction and the road ahead.

She waited until three o'clock in the morning.

At three o'clock in the morning, her phone finally rang.

After seeing the caller ID on the phone screen, Song Jingyu felt like she was electrocuted, holding the phone as if holding her last life-saving straw.

The voice on the other end of the phone was noisy, and the sound that penetrated the eardrums came from the other end of the phone. At the same time, there was also a delicate and frail woman's voice, "Mr. Zhou, why don't you drink? Are you trying to cheat?"

Zhou Yu raised his index finger to his mouth, making a gesture of silence, and did not forget to hold the woman's waist tightly with his other hand.

"You've been waiting for a long time, Mr. Song?" Zhou Yu said, his crow-like voice getting harsher on the phone.

Song Jingyu lowered the volume of the receiver and said, "There is something wrong with that batch of materials. Do you know about it?"

Zhou Yu deliberately pretended to be stupid, "I don't know, aren't you responsible for that project? What if you come to me if something goes wrong?"

"But if I remember correctly, you were the one who contacted me about that batch of materials, right? Vice President Zhou, this is a matter of life and death."
Chapter completed!