"Oh, it's Director Zhuang." Zhou Qichuan's voice changed instantly on the other end of the phone, "Director Zhuang and my wife are still happy to have lunch?"

My wife!

It was like a thunder thunder struck Zhuang Yasong in an instant, making her sit there, and she couldn't come back to her senses for four or five seconds.

Zhou Qichuan on the other end of the phone was not in a hurry and was waiting quietly.

"Zhou... Mr. Zhou, what did you say? Song... Director Song is your wife?" After coming back to his senses, Zhuang Yasong still couldn't believe it.

Zhou Qichuan on the other end smiled softly when he heard this, "Why, Director Zhuang is surprised?"

Zhuang Yasong frowned and couldn't speak for a moment.

"My wife is young and kind, and she doesn't have enough social and work experience. In the future, Director Zhuang will have to be more patient and help my wife." Zhou Qichuan said again without hearing Zhuang Yasong's voice.

She is the Finance Department, and Song Zhiyuan is the Human Resources Department.

She is a financial director who knows nothing about the human resources department, so what can she help Song Zhiyuan?

But Zhou Qichuan's words were not meant to be polite to her.

Her meaning is very obvious, that is, Song Zhiyuan can't always be the director of the Human Resources Department. Maybe one day, Song Zhiyuan will be the deputy director of Xunke or something.

"What is Mr. Zhou saying? Although Director Song is young, she is very professional in her work area." Finally, Zhuang Yasong calmed down.

"It's good if my wife can get Director Zhuang." Zhou Qichuan said "My wife" at once, which was so stingy. He said again, "Oh, by the way, my wife doesn't want our colleagues to know about our relationship, so please Director Zhuang keep it a secret for us."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou." Although Zhuang Yasong's voice was calm, his face was extremely unfair.

"Then I won't pick up my wife, please trouble Director Zhuang." Zhou Qichuan's voice was polite, and after he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

After six years of knowing each other, Zhuang Yasong has never seen Zhou Qichuan be so polite to him.

Listening to the busy sound of "Dududu" coming from the phone, Zhuang Yasong was still a little overwhelmed.

It was not until she saw Song Zhiyuan coming back that she quickly adjusted her mood and said with a smile, "Director Song, Mr. Zhou just called you, it seems that he had something to do with you."

Song Zhiyuan looked at Zhuang Yasong's slightly pale face and guessed that she probably knew about her relationship with Zhou Qichuan, but she didn't ask anything. It must be Zhou Qichuan's instructions.

So, she said nothing, just smiled and said, "Okay, I'll call Mr. Zhou when I go back to the company."

"Then let's go now."

"good."

When she returned to the office, Song Zhiyuan sent a WeChat message to Zhou Qichuan and asked him what he had said to Zhuang Yasong.

As a result, after sending WeChat, Zhou Qichuan called the phone immediately, but he still called the inside line with a landline.

He said, "I don't know that she is the one who answered the phone."

"Then what did you say?" Song Zhiyuan asked.

"I said,—" Zhou Qichuan on the other end smiled, both mean and slutty, "Wife, I suddenly miss you very much."

Song Zhiyuan, “…”

Suddenly I had the idea of ​​beating Zhou Qichuan.

"What else did you say?" she suppressed her anger and asked again.

"I told Director Zhuang that my wife is young and kind, so I told them not to bully you, otherwise I would feel distressed." Zhou Qichuan smiled.

Song Zhiyuan, “…”

It was like a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out!

She closed her eyes and tried to calmly, "Mr. Zhou, please be busy, I won't disturb you."

After the words came, she hung up the phone with a "bang".

Chi Xue, who was sitting at her door, was startled when she heard the "bang" sound. She quickly turned her head and slided the chair to her office door, pulled the door frame of her office and leaned into it, asking, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at Chi Xue, thought for a while, frowned and said, "I'm choking."

Chi Xue's eyes immediately shone brightly and she stood up and ran to Song Zhiyuan's office, "Boss, why did you get choked?"

"..." Song Zhiyuan glanced at her and stuffed her coffee cup into her hand, "Give me a cup of coffee to relieve it."

Pool snow, “…”

(This chapter is not finished!)

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At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Song Zhiyuan packed up and came to the underground garage after get off work, Zhou Qichuan was already waiting for her.

She came out of the elevator entrance and looked up and saw a man leaning against her car door, holding a cigarette in her mouth and lit the fire.

The cigarette was lit, and he took a sip, and the moment he raised his head, it collided with Song Zhiyuan's gaze.

"Hello Mr. Zhou!"

"Hello Mr. Zhou!"

It was the peak of getting off work, and someone passed by next to him. A man greeted him respectfully with a smile. Zhou Qichuan narrowed his beautiful Ruifeng eyes slightly, and nodded to the person who greeted him with a smile.

It seems that I am in a very good mood!

Song Zhiyuan looked at him, but she had the urge to turn around.

This dog man is becoming more and more blatant and unscrupulous.

She stood there for about ten seconds until she saw that there was no one, and she strode over.

When she arrived in front of the car, she quickly opened the car door and got in without saying a word, as if she was a thief.

Zhou Qichuan looked at it and was so angry that he was so angry.

After stomping out the cigarette that had just taken two puffs, Zhou Qichuan opened the passenger's car door and sat in, turned his head and looked at the person close at hand and asked, "I'll drive, can you rest for a while?"

Song Zhiyuan angrily glanced at him, and without saying a word, she drove the car out.

Zhou Qichuan pulled the seat belt and then looked at Song Zhiyuan again, reached out to touch her face.

However, before he could meet, Song Zhiyuan raised his hand and slapped his hand down with a "pop".

"Tsk, why are you angry?" Zhou Qichuan pretended to be stupid with an innocent look on his face.

Song Zhiyuan was too lazy to look at him and asked directly, "Zhou Qichuan, do you want to hang a sign on your chest and tell everyone directly that Song Zhiyuan is my wife."

"Ha!" Zhou Qichuan smiled, stretched his palm over again, and landed on Song Zhiyuan's thigh, "No, if I wanted to hang a sign, I would write it-I am Song Zhiyuan's man."

Song Zhiyuan quickly glared at him, shook his humble big hand away, and asked angrily, "Is there any difference?"

"Well, it seems to be the same." Zhou Qichuan nodded, and the big palm was persevering, and then fell on the position where Song Zhiyuan's thigh was up, and then rubbed back and forth-

"Zhou Qichuan!" Song Zhiyuan became hot and let out a low roar, but her whole body was tingling with numbness and trembling.

"Well, I'm here, what are my wife's instructions?" He was serious, as if he didn't know how dangerous it was to do so.

Song Zhiyuan was speechless, and directly braked, stopped the car to the side of the road, and said, "Come and drive."

As she said that, she untied her seat belt and got out of the car.

Zhou Qichuan smiled and achieved his goal. He quickly untied his seat belt and got out of the car, and exchanged positions with Song Zhiyuan.

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Chapter completed!