Zhou Ci stood up holding on to the sofa. After squatting for too long, her calves were numb.
Before she had time to adjust, Song Bowan walked up to her and grabbed her chin, "Do I agree with you seeing my son?"
Zhou Ci: "..."
She remembered Chang Jiu's previous instructions: when Song Bo was angry, don't try to explain or argue with him, just accept it.
Song Bowang: "I'm asking you, are you deaf?"
Zhou Ci still didn't speak.
Song Bowan was a little angry and was about to get angry when Zhou Ci suddenly stopped him and said, "Don't be angry first, it will be bad if you wake Yang Zhi up."
When Song Yangzhi was mentioned, Song Bowang's anger was indeed suppressed a lot.
Zhou Ci bravely said, "He is very tired today, so don't torment him. Let him sleep here at night."
Song Bowang raised his eyebrows and looked at her, with a bit of disdain in the corners of his raised mouth.
Zhou Ci: "I'll carry him up first."
Song Bowang did not stop him, so Zhou Ci struggled to pick up Song Yangzhi and carried him upstairs with difficulty.
Song Yangzhi's weight is not heavy, but it is still a bit challenging for Zhou Ci, who has never held a child.
Besides, Zhou Ci himself is not a particularly powerful person.
Song Bowan watched her carrying Song Yangzhi upstairs with difficulty and sneered slightly.
Zhou Ci took Song Yangzhi to the bedroom where he usually slept, carefully placed his son on the bed, and took out the quilt to cover him.
Zhou Ci couldn't hide her smile at the thought of sleeping with him tonight.
Zhou Ci walked out of the bedroom with a smile. The moment he closed the door, he saw Song Bowan walking up.
Facing Song Bo's stern face, Zhou Ci subconsciously put away her smile.
Song Bowan walked up, grabbed her arm, dragged her to the study room aside, and closed the door with a bang.
The sound of closing the door was so loud that Zhou Ci subconsciously reminded him, "If you be gentler, Yang Zhi will be woken up."
Song Bowang looked indifferent: "If you blast a cannon in his ear, he won't wake up."
Song Bo's words revealed his understanding of Song Yangzhi, and only then did Zhou Ci realize how ridiculous his behavior was.
Song Bowan has been sleeping with Song Yangzhi for these years. Doesn't he know Song Yangzhi's habits? There is no need for her to remind him.
Song Bowan stood leaning against the desk, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked at her, "Can you answer my question now?"
Zhou Ci pinched his palms and hesitated for a long time before finally summoning up the courage to tell him the answer.
"I don't want you to take Yangzhi to Mrs. Luo's birthday party." Zhou Ci said, "He is still young and should not be used as a bargaining chip for someone who wants to gain power."
"Who do you think is a thoughtful person?" Song Bo asked her back, with dissatisfaction in his tone, "If I marry Luo Xiyao, Mrs. Luo will be Song Yangzhi's grandmother."
Zhou Ci was stung by these words and his head felt hot, "Then do you think they are really good to Yang Zhi?"
"Otherwise?" Song Bowan continued to ask.
Zhou Ci: "Everyone knows that you care about Yang Zhi. As long as you coax Yang Zhi, you are coaxed. You are so smart, don't you know what the Luo family wants to do?"
Let alone Mrs. Luo, Zhou Ci didn't even think that Luo Xiyao was sincerely interested in Song Yangzhi. She just wanted to win over Song Yangzhi first and then marry Song Bowan. What wealthy family wouldn't care about this piece of fat in the Song family?
With?
After Song Bo listened to Zhou Ci's slightly excited words, he suddenly sneered, "So what, I'm happy with it, you can control it?"
Zhou Ci: "...They don't really treat Yang Zhi well. As a father, I still hope you will think more about Yang Zhi."
Song Bowang: "I married Luo Xiyao just for Yang Zhi's sake and not to think about her with your way of thinking. Luo Xiyao is more generous than you."
Zhou Ci: "..."
Song Bowang: "I will sleep with him tonight, and you go to the guest bedroom. Next time you bring him over without my permission, don't blame me for killing you."
Without giving Zhou Ci a chance to struggle, Song Bowan turned around and went downstairs.
Zhou Ci hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed Song Bowan to the kitchen.
Seeing Song Bo open the refrigerator rashly, Zhou Ci asked: "Have you not eaten?"
Song Bowan ignored her and didn't even give her an extra look.
Zhou Ci's heart sank, she pursed her lips, and stepped forward to gently grab his arm as if she were risking her life.
Song Bo looked down and said impatiently, "Are you looking for death?"
Zhou Ci: "If you haven't eaten, I'll cook for you..."
God knows how much effort it took for her to say this.
As soon as these words came out, the air fell silent. Song Bo looked straight at her with scrutiny in his eyes, which made Zhou Ci feel a little nervous.
Finally, Song Bowan raised her chin and sneered, "What else do you want from me?"
Zhou Ci: "...No."
Song Bowang: "To show hospitality for nothing is to commit adultery or to steal."
Apparently, he didn't believe she simply wanted to cook him a meal.
Zhou Ci had no choice but to say, "I want to sleep with Yang Zhi tonight, is that okay?"
Song Bowang: "Don't be so pretentious in front of me next time."
He shook off her hand, walked to the dining table, pulled out a dining chair and sat down.
Seeing Zhou Ci standing still for a long time, Song Bowang impatiently urged, "Don't you want to cook? Hurry up."
Only then did Zhou Ci react and quickly took something out of the refrigerator.
The dishes Zhou Cihui could cook were really limited, so he chose the simplest one for Song Bo, an egg drop soup, and heated up a few frozen vegetable buns.
When Zhou Ci served the cooked meal, Song Boman gave a contemptuous laugh.
Song Bowang: "You call this cooking?"
Zhou Ci was a little ashamed. Her cooking skills were indeed not as good as his, but she was already very sincere.
But Song Bowan ate it in the end, and Zhou Ci felt relieved when he saw him take a bite of the bun.
Zhou Ci waited for Song Bowan to finish his dinner. After putting away the tableware, he went upstairs to his room and slept with Yang Zhi.
Zhou Ci tiptoed through the door, lay down next to Zhi Zhi, supported his head with one hand, and turned his body to look at him.
This was the first time Zhou Ci slept on the same bed with him since he was born. She stared at Yang Zhi for a few minutes, and her eyes became extremely red.
She raised her arms to hug Yang Zhi, placed her lips on his face and kissed him.
People's hearts are greedy, and she is no longer satisfied with just meeting him and playing with him.
She wants to get to know him, want him to call her "mom", and want to be with him every day.
"Yangzhi..." Zhou Ci gently called his name and said to himself, "Will he accept me?"
Click, as soon as Zhou Ci finished speaking, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.
She was a little panicked, raised her head and saw Song Bowan.
He had taken a shower, his hair was still dry, he put on his pajamas, closed the door and walked to the bed.
Zhou Ci blurted out: "Why are you here?"
Song Bowang: "I can't come over to my house?"
Zhou Ci: "You said you would let Yang Zhi and I sleep at night..."
Song Bo ignored her, lay down on the other side of Song Yangzhi, hugged Song Yangzhi into his arms, and let him rest on his shoulder.