Because it is located in the suburbs, it is not easy to take a taxi in Dongyuan after twelve o'clock.

In the face of life safety, all those grudges and face are nothing.

Therefore, Fang Ziqin decisively chose the former: "Thank you, I'll trouble you then."

"Go down first!"

Zhou Zhan walked in front and opened the door for her, turning sideways to make way for her.

After entering the elevator, his tall figure stood in front, blocking most of the light in front of her eyes.

With a height difference of nearly ten centimeters, Fang Ziqin raised his head slightly, and his sight could touch Zhou Zhan's profile.

He is one of those people whose temperament is extraordinary at first glance among the crowd, and he is also very capable of taking a closer look.

Her neatly trimmed short black hair is slightly messy, with a few strands scattered in front of her forehead.

If it weren't for this awkward relationship, whether it was appearance or figure, he would have been attracted to her aesthetic point.

Perhaps Fang Ziqin's gaze was too direct. The next moment, Zhou Zhan suddenly turned his head to meet her gaze.

Seeing him looking over, she was stunned for more than half a second.

Then she didn't shy away and smiled brightly in his face: "Zhou Zhan, Song Qingsi is my best friend in college."

"She told me."

"Then you still want to get together with her?"

He chuckled: "Maybe it's fate!"

Fang Ziqin wanted to scold her mother as soon as she mentioned it, "Fuck ape excrement".

But he held it back: "I didn't expect that the dignified Mr. Zhou actually believed in such unreliable things as fate."

"I didn't believe it before, but I believe it later."

Zhou Zhan's tone was low and his eyes were dark, but if he looked closely, there was an almost imperceptible darkness intertwined inside.

"Then I wish you happiness."

The elevator door opened with a "ding", and Fang Ziqin finished speaking and walked out.

Zhou Zhan called to her: "About divorce..."

"If you want to keep a secret, do you have to pay some hush money?"

"I'll ask Secretary Qiao to give you 30 million tomorrow."

Fang Ziqin was very satisfied with this: "It's a deal."

He saw a hint of cunning flash in the corner of her beautiful eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Zhan always knew that she was smart and fierce, not as sweet and docile as the outside world said.

If it weren't for the current situation of the Fang family, she would never consider a business marriage with her.

The gray and black Maybach S680 was parked under the ancient paulownia tree at the entrance of Dongyuan. The street lights passed through the leaves and formed tiny spots of light, like stars in the sky falling on the car.

This car also closely resembles Zhou Zhan’s low-key character.

"Old Li, take Miss Fang back to the beachfront apartment."

Lao Li is almost in his fifties. He is a veteran of the Zhou family and has served three generations of the Zhou family.

Perhaps when he heard Zhou Zhan calling Miss Fang directly, he was stunned for half a second, and then he respectfully stepped forward and opened the rear seat door: "Miss Fang, please get in the car."

After Fang Ziqin got in the car, Zhou Zhan closed the door for her.

"Drive slowly on the road." He whispered to Lao Li.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou."

Lao Li was usually responsible for driving Zhou Zhan's business, and she rarely met him at work, so naturally she wasn't familiar with him.

We managed to meet him a few times, but it was at Mr. Zhou's birthday party, Zhou Bingshan.

The two of them didn't talk to each other along the way.

The car drove to the downstairs of Binhai Apartment, and Lao Li answered the phone, speaking a little hastily.

After he hung up the phone, Fang Ziqin said: "Lao Li, please park here! I can just walk in by myself."

"Husband...Ms. Fang, my wife called to say that our grandson is sick and has to rush back to the countryside. Can you help go to Yipinfang to get the clothes that Mr. Zhou will wear for tomorrow's meeting?"

Lao Li's wrinkled face was full of anxiety, and Fang Ziqin really couldn't refuse outright.

"You go back first, I'll get the clothes."

After saying that, she picked up her bag and got out of the car, then gently pushed the door open.

In autumn, Beijing and Hong Kong are like a big refrigerator, and the howling cold wind can turn people into meaty popsicles.

The moment he got out of the car, Fang Ziqin felt ice seeping into his limbs and bones from the outside.

She didn't stay long, stretched out her hand to tighten the scarf around her neck, walked in the door, and conveniently called an errand online to pick up clothes from Yipinfang.

…

Huangcheng high-end club center.

The lights in the private room were blurred, men and women sat side by side, and colorful spotlights rotated above their heads. The atmosphere reached its peak.

In the dim corner, a half-straight suit trouser leg was faintly exposed.

"Young Master Zhou, let's have a drink..."

The woman came forward with the wine, her red lips raised, trying her best to show off her proud career line.

Zhou Zhan glanced at it with his peripheral vision, then closed it again.

"You go aside to play first, he won't drink today."

Before he could get angry, Shen Zhaoqing took the wine from the woman's hand into his own.

The woman was sensible. She looked at him, then glanced at Zhou Zhan who was lying on the sofa next to him, then turned around and left with the wine in hand.

"Those who knew thought you were here to drink, and those who didn't know thought you were going to kill someone... There's no need to vent your anger on others when you get divorced, right?"

"roll!"

Most of his body was hidden in the dark, and his expression when he spoke could not be seen clearly.

"Are you and Fang Ziqin really divorced?"

Zhou Zhan tightened his lips and remained silent.

"Why? Is she having an affair?"

Zhou Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, he said nonchalantly: "It's me."

Shen Zhaoqing was stunned for a second: "You? With whom?"

"You don't care who I follow, it's not you anyway."
Chapter completed!