Later, Zhang Yang kept peeking at Zhou Ci all the way. Every time he looked over, Zhou Ci lowered his head.
Zhang Yang felt that Zhou Ci must have been severely hit.
After the car stopped at Xishan Residence, Zhang Yang sent Zhou Ci inside and left her the access card.
Before leaving, Zhang Yang and Zhou Ci said, "If you need anything, just call me."
Zhou Ci: "Okay, thank you."
Her voice sounded lifeless and lifeless.
Zhang Yang hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back and said to her, "Mr. Song should be coming to see you tomorrow."
How could Zhou Ci not hear that Zhang Yang was comforting her? She smiled softly and said, "Okay, I understand, go ahead and do your work."
Zhang Yang left with a worried look on his face.
Zhou Ci looked around. The environment of this house was very good, and the decoration and display were all in the style she liked. But when she thought about this being her prison in the future, she couldn't be happy anymore.
There were many rooms upstairs. Zhou Ci chose a guest room to stay in. He dragged his suitcase up, packed his things, and lay down on the bed.
It was already dark outside. She didn't turn on the light and stared at the ceiling in a daze, thinking about what Song Bo had said.
Is he... having dinner with Luo Xiyao now?
Song Bowan was indeed having dinner with Luo Xiyao. The two had met so frequently recently that not only the media, but even Luo Xiyao herself had the illusion that she was in love with him.
But Song Bo made the mistake of asking her out, basically just to have a meal, and then send her home without even having any intimate gestures.
He had a weird temperament, and Luo Xiyao did not dare to test him easily, so she had to maintain this situation for the time being.
Anyway, as long as Song Yangzhi doesn't exclude her, she will definitely marry Song Bowan successfully.
However, tonight, Song Bowan seemed to be absent-minded. From time to time, he would pick up his cell phone and look at it, as if he was waiting for a call from someone.
After repeating it several times, Luo Xiyao finally couldn't help it anymore and asked curiously, "Do you still have work to do today?"
Song Bowan put down his phone and said calmly, "No."
Luo Xiyao: "You kept looking at your phone, I thought you had work to deal with."
Song Bowan didn't speak this time. Luo Xiyao thought of business, "My father's birthday is next week, will you go?"
Song Bo pondered for a few seconds and then said, "Go."
When Luo Xiyao heard this answer, her eyes instantly lit up. Being in this circle, they both knew very well the significance of Song Bowan's appearance at Luo Xiyao's father's birthday party at this time.
Luo Xiyao was very satisfied with this and temporarily ignored Song Bo's refusal to let her get close.
So what if there was no intimate action? In the entire Jiangbei, she was the only one who could spread rumors of an affair with Song Bo, and only she could have close contact with Song Yangzhi.
As long as she successfully marries Song Bo, all the things between the couple will happen sooner or later.
Thinking of this, Luo Xiyao smiled even brighter.
After dinner, it was almost nine o'clock, and Song Bowan sent Luo Xiyao home.
After Luo Xiyao got out of the car, Song Bowan turned around and left. As the car drove out of the villa area, he stopped on the side of the road and took out a cigarette to light.
Song Bo put the cigarette in his mouth, lowered the window, stared into the distance, and puffed out smoke.
The lingering smoke blocked his expression, making his already deep eyes even more obscure.
After smoking a cigarette, Song Bowan picked up his mobile phone again. Except for the date and time, the screen was completely clean, with no calls or text messages.
He laughed coldly, threw away his phone, and stepped on the accelerator.
Late at night, Zhou Ci came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and sat in front of the mirror in a daze.
She had barely had a drop of water all day, and now her stomach was starting to hurt, but she still had no desire to eat.
She looked at her pale self in the mirror and subconsciously thought of Luo Xiyao.
Recently, Zhou Ci has been looking at photos of Luo Xiyao a lot. She is a very typical rich girl, with extraordinary temperament, bright and charming personality, and cheerful personality.
Lang.
Just like what the media said, she and Song Bowan stood together. They were both talented and handsome, and they were a perfect match. Everyone was optimistic about them.
Regardless of age, appearance, or background, she can't compare to Luo Xiyao, not to mention...she did that kind of thing back then.
Can she do it if Song Bo wants to give up Luo Xiyao and be with her?
Just thinking about it like this gave Zhou Ci a headache. She couldn't seem to muster up the courage to take the initiative.
Click.
While Zhou Ci was staring at the mirror in a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening.
She was startled and her body trembled. When she turned around, she saw Song Boliang walking towards her with a gloomy face.
Zhou Ci's heart tightened, why did he come here? Shouldn't he have dinner with Luo Xiyao?
The sudden nervousness caused Zhou Ci's already uncomfortable stomach to spasm. The pain made her curl up, covering her stomach with her hands, and her lips turned white.
The next moment, Song Bowan pulled her up. Seeing his dissatisfied expression, Zhou Ci whispered, "Why are you here..."
Song Bo glanced at her hand and sneered, "Collect the body for you."
Zhou Ci was speechless by him. He had always been unforgiving. He was before and he was even less polite to her now.
She had the guts to quarrel with him in the past, but now...she can only accept it.
Zhou Ci picked up the cell phone beside him, but before he could react, Song Bowan dragged him all the way downstairs.
Song Bo abandoned her on the sofa. Zhou Ci's stomach spasmed again, and she covered her stomach to calm down.
It seems that I can't do it without eating something.
Zhou Ci picked up her phone and bought a few medicines first, then started looking at takeaways.
Just when she was looking at the takeout, Song Bowan came out of the kitchen with a cup of hot water in his hand.
He didn't say anything, just put the hot water on the coffee table without looking at her.
But Zhou Ci was still a little flattered and asked him in a trembling voice: "For... me?"
Song Bowang: "Do you think there is a third person here?"
Zhou Ci: "Thank you."
Song Bo ignored her, but glanced at her mobile phone screen and saw the takeout interface.
Song Bo asked arbitrarily, "Zhang Yang didn't buy any food?"
Zhou Ci: "It's not his fault, it's just that I don't have any appetite."
Song Bo sneered, "Do you want to starve yourself to death so that you can prove your ambition by dying?"
Zhou Ci: "...No, I'll just order takeout."
She didn't dare to refute, let alone explain why she had no appetite to eat.
He picked up the phone again, but Song Bowan threw it aside, "You have a stomachache and you are eating garbage, you might as well just die."
Zhou Ci: "..."
"There is something in the refrigerator, go to the kitchen and make it yourself." Song Bo ordered bluntly.
Zhou Ci was a little surprised. Is there something in the refrigerator? She had been upstairs before and hadn't opened the refrigerator to look...
"Okay, I'll go take a look." After drinking the water, his stomach didn't hurt so much for the time being, so Zhou Ci got up and went to the kitchen.
But because I was so hungry, my walking steps were a little erratic.
When I opened the refrigerator and took a look, sure enough, the double-door refrigerator was full of things, including all kinds of fruits and vegetables, meat, eggs, and milk.
Zhou Ci took out shrimps and eggs and prepared to cook a bowl of udon noodles.