Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 55
In the early morning, there were a few birdsong outside the window, and the loud laughter of students from the breakfast shop downstairs.

Song Yanchu slept late last night, knowing in her heart that she had to get up for work, but she just couldn't open her eyes.

She procrastinated thinking about going to sleep for another ten seconds, and then opened her eyes vigorously after silently counting ten times.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Hao facing the bed, bowing his head and buttoning his shirt methodically.

The shirt was only buttoned two times, and the bottom part was half open, revealing the man's muscular abs.

Hearing the sound on the bed, the man raised his head, looked refreshed, and smiled, "Are you awake?"

Song Yanchu looked away embarrassedly, and asked concerned, "Is your stomach feeling better?"

Zhou Hao continued buttoning his buttons, staring at Song Yanchu's loose black hair, and said in a warm voice, "It doesn't hurt today, I told you to sleep and it will be fine."

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt."

Song Yanchu said softly, lifted the thin blanket on her body and got out of bed from the other side, yawned, and walked out the door with her clothes, "I'll go wash up first."

"Okay." Zhou Hao followed the woman's figure with his eyes, and shook his head slightly until the door was closed again.

When he woke up early in the morning, he felt at ease with Song Yanchu in his arms.

The man bowed his head and continued to straighten his clothes.

She slept late last night, and neither Jiang Ruqin nor Song Kang woke up.Zhou Hao and Song Yanchu didn't wake them up, and went downstairs with the trash in the trash can after washing.

There was a traffic jam on the road, and Song Yanchu was worried about being late for work, so she bought a few steamed buns and soy milk downstairs in the community, and ate them in the car.

Zhou Hao first drove to Song Yanchu's studio. He looked at the road conditions and asked casually, "Why did you think of setting up the dance classroom here? It takes a lot of time to commute to get off work every day."

Song Yanchu looked at the street scene outside the window, the busiest place was the breakfast shop, with smoke rising from the kitchen, people from work and school were all waiting in line.

She took a bite of the steamed bun, the juice almost splashed out, and wiped her mouth with a tissue, "Because it's away from Beijing University, the environment and land prices are quite good."

Capital University is indeed a relatively large flow of people, especially young people who are willing to spend money on hobbies.

But it takes at least 40 minutes to drive from home to the studio.

Zhou Hao Yuguang glanced at her, and said with a smile, "It's hot now, so it's okay for you to get up early. When it's winter, can you get up every morning?"

Song Yanchu is afraid of the cold, and loves to stay in bed in winter.

During her third year of high school, Song Yanchu was a commuter for a while, and was often late when the weather was cold. When it was serious, she ran in early after self-study was about to end.

For this reason, I was approached by the class teacher for a conversation, and even asked the parents to come to the school.

In the end, I had no choice but to choose boarding, and let the people in the same dormitory wake her up every morning.

Zhou Hao hooked her lips enough, but she didn't know if she had changed this habit after seven years.

Song Yanchu drank soy milk and smiled indifferently, "It's still early in winter, so it's not difficult to get up early."

"If you can't get up, I'll call you in the morning." The man smiled.

Song Yanchu nodded, "It's better than an alarm clock."

At the entrance of the studio, Zhou Hao stopped the car, Song Yanchu took the bag from the back seat, and smiled at Zhou Hao, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, don't be late for work."

"President Song is polite."

The man replied.

Going from Song Yanchu's studio to Zhou Hao's company, he had to pass by the gate of Capital University. On the side of the road, Zhou Hao saw a familiar figure, cold and upright, carrying a dark blue handbag with the words Capital University on it.

Even in the vast crowd, it is eye-catching.

Shen Wang is not only a doctor at the Affiliated Hospital of Beijing, but also a professor at Beijing University.

With a calm expression on his face, Zhou Hao drove past at a constant speed, staring at the road ahead.

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Zhou Hao arrived at the company parking lot a few minutes later than usual. He unbuckled his seat belt and went to get the breakfast from the passenger seat. He found that Song Yanchu hadn't taken the half-drinked soy milk.

Tried it with my hands, the soy milk was still warm.

Secretariat, Secretary Zhang had sorted out two documents and was about to send them to the president's office. On the way, he met Mr. Zhou and greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Zhou is good morning."

Zhou Hao nodded, and the two entered the president's office one after the other.

After reviewing the document, Zhou Hao signed it.

"Mr. Zhou, I have nothing else to do and I'll go out first."

"Wait, take out the soy milk and drink it." Zhou Hao looked at the soy milk on the table.

Secretary Zhang was stunned, "President Zhou, drink it yourself."

"No, I've already drank it. I bought an extra glass today. You can take it."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou. I'm going out first." Secretary Zhang took the soy milk. Although he felt strange, why would the well-behaved Mr. Zhou bring a cup of soy milk to the company.

He never had breakfast at the office, and he was never late.I thought soy milk had some special uses, but ended up drinking it with him?

After leaving the office door, Secretary Zhang plunged in with a straw and took a big sip, which was warm and sweet.

Bai Yun, secretary of the marketing manager, saw Secretary Zhang come out of Mr. Zhou's office, took out a cup of soy milk, and asked, "Secretary Zhang, where did you get your soy milk?"

Secretary Zhang took another breath and hiccupped, "President Zhou gave it just now."

"Downstairs just now, I saw that Mr. Zhou only brought up a cup of soy milk. Is this the cup?"

"Well, it's this cup. Mr. Zhou said he bought too much, so he let me drink it."

Bai Yun's face changed slightly, but she still smiled, "Secretary Zhang, Mr. Zhou is really kind to you."

"But Mr. Zhou should treat Mrs. Zhou better. After I came back to the company last time, I never saw her again."

Secretary Zhang has always felt that Bai Yun likes to inquire about other people's gossip, and also likes to spread rumors. He personally doesn't like it, especially talking about his boss.

He shook his head perfunctorily, "I don't know about that, Mr. Zhou also ordered me to be busy with other things, so let's not talk about it for now."

Secretary Zhang walked away, and Bai Yun stood in the distance with her lips pursed, looking at the man's handsome back.

How could he be so stubborn!
"Bai Yun, are you still looking at Zhang Heng?" A colleague passed by holding a stack of documents, and smiled at her, "Where is there no grass in the end of the world, why bother to grab it from Mr. Zhou?"

Bai Yun snorted, "He's just stuck in it, I'm going to pull him out, he and Zhou always get nowhere!"

The colleague shook his head and walked away holding the file.

……

After getting busy, it soon reached noon, Song Yanchu ordered a takeaway, and Yu Xia made a video call over during the meal, and the two chatted for a while during their lunch break.

Speaking of the sex scene tomorrow, Yu Xia sighed, resting her chin with her white hands, frowning slightly, "The beautiful scenes in this TV series are all fake, do you think I should act with them, or pursue real effects? "

Yu Xia downloaded two movies last night, without mosaics, and she was terrified watching them.

Song Yanchu thought for a while, then shook her head to shake off the strange picture.

But then again, she hadn't seen the man's whole body yet.

Zhou Hao is currently the one I see most, but no matter what, the important parts are covered.

She smiled and said, "I said what's the use, it depends on what kind of movie your director is shooting."

"I will definitely be scolded for shooting tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)