Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 72

Song Yanchu's face turned pale with fright, and he gripped his seat belt tightly, "Zhou Hao, slow down!"

The man was unmoved, silently watching the road ahead, and the speed of the car was fast.

Song Yanchu's heart beat faster, "You can only drive 30 miles at most. If you are speeding, you will be fined if you are caught by the traffic police!"

With a sudden brake, the speed of the car immediately slowed down.Song Yanchu's chest was strangled severely by the seat belt, making her very uncomfortable.

No wonder he waited for her to put on her seat belt before leaving, probably just to guard against this.

Zhou Hao looked ahead coldly, glanced at the co-pilot from the corner of the eye, and said in a low voice, "You know the traffic rules by heart."

Song Yanchu rubbed her chest, and said in a low voice, "There are thousands of roads, and safety comes first."

"..."

The speed of the car is steady, and the lights on the roadside and the colorful lights on the billboards complement each other.Song Yanchu turned to look at Zhou Hao, and asked again, "Did you really not hear what I talked to your dad just now?"

"No."

Song Yanchu raised her eyebrows, and asked softly, "Aren't you curious what your dad told me?"

Zhou Hao's voice sank two points, as if he was returning to Song Yanchu, and as if he was talking to himself, "Xiao Song, no matter what happens, you don't have the right to decide."

Song Yanchu's eyes froze for a second, then she came back to her senses and smiled, "That's right."

That's right, it's out of her hands.

After finishing speaking, she turned her head resentfully and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Cars staggered past one after another, in a hurry, as if a meeting disappeared in the sea of ​​people.

Zhou Hao curled his fingers holding the steering wheel, glanced at her from the corner of his eye, rolled his throat, and said nothing.

Back at the apartment, Song Yanchu went straight to the bedroom.

Zhou Hao sat on the sofa in the living room, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and took a bottle of wine from the kitchen.

At some point, his lower abdomen started to hurt heavily, he frowned, and lit another cigarette.

……

The next day, when Song Yanchu came out of the bedroom, he smelled a strange smell in the living room.

The room was deserted, the door of the master bedroom was half-opened, she walked over holding her nose, and pushed the door lightly, the inside was empty.

The ashtray on the coffee table was full, and the wine bottle was lying askew on the floor.

Song Yanchu opened the window, threw the cigarette ash and the wine bottle into the garbage bag, took the bag and went out.

Today I am teaching the basic movements of classical dance, which is boring and boring.

At twelve o'clock at noon, Song Yanchu was able to rest, and the students also packed up their things and went to have lunch.

Sitting in front of the computer desk, the PPT showing the dance decomposition movements is displayed on the screen, and I am distracted watching it.

When the employee came back from the meal, he asked with concern, "Sister Song, haven't you had lunch yet?"

Song Yanchu raised his head and replied, "I don't have much appetite."

"Sister Song, I still have an apple here. You've been busy all morning, why don't you eat some fruit if you don't eat?"

Song Yanchu shook his head and refused, and said with a light smile, "No need, I'll eat whatever I want later, I don't have classes in the afternoon."

The employee nodded and said nothing.While there is still time during the lunch break, get together and chat.

Talk about the newly established idol boy group, the TV series to be broadcast, and who else has collapsed.In short, it was a lot of fun.

Song Yanchu felt noisy and walked out of the studio.

I walked around outside and didn't have anything to eat.There is a milk tea shop across the intersection, and there are not many people there after noon.

Song Yanchu thought about having a cup of milk tea at noon to deal with it, and waited for the traffic light to pass.

"Song Yanchu? What a coincidence."

She was looking at the milk tea menu, thinking whether to drink it iced or hot, when she suddenly heard someone calling her name behind her.

"Yeah, you also drink milk tea?" In his memory, Shen Wang didn't seem to drink milk tea, and he didn't drink much.

Every time I see him, it is basically pure water.

Shen Wang nodded to her, looked at the clerk, "Two cups of burnt jelly, what do you want to drink?"

Song Yanchu didn't choose well, so he smiled and said, "That's the same."

The clerk typed out the order and handed it to Shen Wang, and began to make the burning jelly grass.

Shen Wang was wearing a black sweater, he was very tall, just like the student from Beijing University next door, he was handsome and handsome.

Song Yanchu smiled and said, "Run errands for others?"

There was a trace of tenderness in the man's clear eyes, and he smiled slightly with thin lips, "Well, I heard that you opened a dance training institution nearby?"

"Yes, it's over there, not far from Beijing University, and many students are students of Beijing University."

Song Yanchu pointed in the direction of the studio, and said casually, "You are welcome to take a look when you have time. It would be even better if you can help recommend students."

"Most of our departments are male."

"Medical students are under a lot of pressure, and dancing can also relieve stress."

"It makes sense." Shen Huang smiled.

The clerk made the milk tea and asked, "Would you two drink it now or pack it?"

"I'll drink it right away."

"The other two packs."

The clerk nodded, and now handed Song Yanchu the cup to drink directly, and then packed the remaining two cups and handed them to Shen Wang.

At the intersection, pass the red light.

Shen Zhiliang snapped his fingers, "Zhou Hao, the red light has passed, if you don't leave, you will be fined."

The man glanced at him with dark eyes, started the car, "This is your car."

The corner of Shen Zhiliang's mouth twitched, "Then why don't you hurry up! Did you get out of the car just now?"

"Shut up, or I'll kick you out of the car."

"This is my car, okay?"

"Now I'm driving."

Shen Zhiliang: "..." If it wasn't for the injury to his foot, he would have suffered this grievance.

Looking down at his right foot, Mr. Shen's eyes flashed a trace of gnashing of hatred.

I can't wait to tear that woman apart.

""Changhong" didn't decide Lu Sinan to be the male lead, why did it change?"

Shen Zhiliang pressed the car window, took out the cigarette case from his arms, lit a cigarette, "It's not suitable."

"Lu Sinan has a lot of traffic, high popularity, and strong acting skills. What's not suitable?"

Mr. Shen smiled lazily, "It doesn't fit my eyes."

Zhou Haomo was silent. Although Young Master Shen didn't seem to be doing his job properly, he was also rigorous in his work. He just said, "I own [-]% of the shares in "Changhong". The other candidate is not as good as Lu Sinan. I don't accept it."

"Lu Sinan doesn't have the capital behind him, so it's nothing." Mr. Shen's tone was full of disdain.

……

In the afternoon, Song Yanchu stayed in the studio.

When I got home from get off work, my aunt was already washing vegetables and cooking in the kitchen. Seeing her come back, she smiled and said, "Xiao Song is back. Mr. Zhou said that he has a party tonight and won't be at home for dinner."

"Understood." Song Yanchu replied, feeling a little lost in his heart.

Obviously he often socializes, but today he suddenly feels a little uncomfortable.

Song Yanchu went back to her room to take a shower and changed into pajamas.

When I came out, my aunt had already prepared the meal and cleaned up the kitchen.

She only drank milk tea at noon, Song Yanchu was indeed a bit hungry, and the capers were an appetizer, so she ate two bowls of rice.

After washing the dishes, I walked around the living room a few times, and my stomach was not so full.

Lying on the sofa and watching two classical dance movies, it was eleven o'clock.

Zhou Hao hadn't come back yet, she picked up the phone on the sofa, but there was no message from Zhou Hao in WeChat.

She hesitated for a while, then clicked on the dialog box with Zhou Hao, [When are you coming back? 】

5 minutes later, another message was sent, 【Please drink less. 】

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Song Yanchu woke up on the sofa.

Touching the phone, Zhou Hao didn't reply to the message.

She rubbed her eyes, turned off the TV and went to the bedroom.

Half asleep and half awake, he suddenly couldn't breathe, his breath was mixed with scorching heat, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

Song Yanchu opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils were startled, his breath was filled with the smell of alcohol, and he saw Zhou Hao's overly enlarged eyebrows and eyes.

(End of this chapter)