Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 6 This is Clearly Marrying an Ancestor

"Give performance tickets? What kind of performance tickets?"

Shen Zhiliang picked out his ears, and simply moved closer, and listened carefully for a while before he heard what Zhou Hao murmured clearly.

Song Yanchu.

It should be a woman's name.

"Zhou Hao, your wife's name is Song Yanchu? The name isn't bad, it sounds nice."

Hearing Shen Zhiliang mention Song Yanchu's name, Zhou Hao raised his eyelids suddenly, then lowered them again after a little bluntness, not looking at him.

Seeing his reaction, Shen Zhiliang couldn't help laughing, his eyes slowly fell on the lining of his suit.

There had to be a photo on the marriage certificate, and he had to see what this mysterious Miss Song looked like.

Zhou Hao, who has always been abstinent, can be fascinated to such an extent.

Shen Zhiliang glanced at Zhou Hao, held his breath and slowly reached into his suit lining pocket, but just as his fingers touched the edge of the suit, Zhou Hao, who was originally restrained, suddenly stared at him vigilantly, covered his pocket, and pushed him directly a handful.

Shen Zhiliang sat down directly on the ground, and hit the corner of the coffee table with his back, causing him to groan a few times in pain.

"Fuck, you're crazy, but I just want to see what she looks like. As for killing me?"

Zhou Hao closed his eyes, regained his sanity for two minutes, and stood up clutching his chest, "She is mine, Shen...you have no chance!"

"I don't like her!" Shen Zhiliang got up, with disdain flashing across his eyes, he took the coat from the sofa: "Go home, go home!"

Have a drink and get angry!
Shen Zhiliang carried Zhou Hao out of the box, called a substitute driver and gave him the car keys, stuffed Zhou Hao into the back seat of the car, and sat in by himself to report Zhou Hao's address.

After sending it to the door, Shen Zhiliang sneered, "You're a good wife, you won't even leave a lamp when you sleep."

"Zhou Hao, why is such a big man so humble in front of love?"

Shen Zhiliang raised his hand to ring the doorbell, Zhou Hao pushed his hand away, took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the door lock, and slowly opened the door.

The room was pitch black, and the temperature inside was almost the same as outside. Shen Zhiliang turned on the light in the living room, helped Zhou Hao to sit on the sofa, his back was sweating a little.

He fanned the wind with his hand and tugged at the collar, "I'll go back first, you should have a good rest."

Shen Zhiliang glanced towards the bedroom, but didn't hear anything.

Hao Na married a daughter-in-law this week, obviously married an ancestor.

Shen Zhiliang quickly slipped away, the car has air conditioner, it is more comfortable than this house.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Zhou Hao pinched the center of his brows, his body began to heat up as his drunkenness spread, and the indoor temperature was high.

The man's mind was full of Song Yanchu's frowning little face, wronged and helpless, wishing he could ravage him into his arms to protect him.

Zhou Hao swallowed his saliva, his whole body became dry, and his slender hands hurriedly tugged on the collar of the shirt, unbuttoning a few buttons.

He touched the remote control of the air conditioner on the coffee table and turned on the air conditioner.

A few minutes later, the temperature in the living room gradually dropped, and Zhou Hao was a little more conscious. He stood up on the sofa and walked towards the bedroom lightly.

Walking to the door, holding the cold doorknob in his hand, he opened it gently after two seconds of silence.

After pushing open the door, a burst of sultry air rushed towards my face, but my heart was inexplicably cold, and a deep sense of loss condensed together.

The man's eyes were dark, he looked at the dark room calmly, and walked in slowly.

The moonlight was light and silvery, spilling in from the window, the light cut off the floor and the big bed, half dim and half silvery white.

The big bed was clean and tidy, and there was no trace of anyone sleeping on it.

He looked left and right, but he could clearly see everything placed in every blurred place.

Because nothing is new.

It's not the same, it was brought in by Song Yanchu.

Zhou Hao laughed, swallowed his disappointment, turned around and closed the bedroom door.

A few minutes later, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking in the silent living room. The man was lying on the sofa with his arms crossed in front of his eyes, blocking the light and his deep eyes.

Song Yanchu, it was you who answered me...

(End of this chapter)