Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 73 No Divorce
Song Yanchu struggled, desperately grabbing Zhou Hao's hard and hot arm.

"Zhou Hao, you... let me go!"

The man's strength was tyrannical, but Song Yanchu's struggle was useless, his hands were like irons imprisoning her shoulder blades, and he tightly enveloped her with hot breath.

Song Yanchu suddenly woke up from sleepiness, trembling with fear.

This kind of Zhou Hao is completely unfamiliar, and he weighs heavily on her.Every time he gnawed a kiss, Song Yanchu trembled twice.

Zhou Hao's black eyes suddenly turned cold, and the domineering bullying stopped, his eyes were low, and he seemed not drunk.

"Song Yanchu, how could you treat me like this?"

The man stared fixedly into her eyes, knowing that she was flustered, but she didn't want to.

Zhou Hao smiled wryly, and a trace of hatred flashed across his black eyes, "What's wrong with me? Xiao Song, don't you have any guilt in your heart for abandoning me like this?"

"Why do you smile so happily at him, why can't you forget him?"

Song Yanchu was still panicked, she pursed her lips and breathed lightly, fearing that if she breathed heavily, she would anger the angry beast lurking on her body.

"Zhou Hao, I didn't abandon you, you said it, the decision is never in my hands..."

Well……!
Song Yanchu's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils reflected astonishment, and he was kissed domineeringly by the man.

"Zhou Hao, you...what's wrong with you!"

"Don't do this, Zhou Hao..."

All the words of resistance were swallowed by the man. In the heat of drunkenness, Song Yanchu suddenly bit her lips tightly, her arms tightly pinching the man's sweaty shoulder blades.

Zhou Haoyi was stunned for a second before regaining consciousness.

Seeing her full of grievances and discomfort, his heart seemed to be picked up.

Raising his arms, covering those aggrieved eyes, the hot kiss fell again.

"Everyone doesn't want me, you don't want to abandon me too, okay..."

Song Yanchu gradually got used to this feeling, grabbed the man's shoulders, and said softly, "Zhou Hao, I haven't abandoned you."

……

The alarm clock rang for the second time at a quarter past seven.

The person on the bed finally moved, a bare arm stretched out from the quilt, and turned off the alarm clock.

With clear vision, Zhou Hao looked at Song Yanchu who was sleeping in his arms, but couldn't react for a while.

What happened last night, he remembered.But looking at Song Yanchu's tired little face and her white and tender shoulders outside the quilt, she was still stunned.

After holding on to this movement for about ten seconds, Song Yanchu, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn't bear it anymore, moved her body lightly, and left his embrace.

"You're going to be late for work."

Zhou Hao put down the alarm clock and hummed lightly.

Song Yanchu saw him unmoved, two blushes gradually appeared on her fair and tender cheeks, her eyes were both angry and ashamed, she pulled the quilt over her head, "Zhou Hao, you are going to be late!"

"Well, I know." Zhou Hao saw her shyness, his clothes were all over the floor, got out of bed, picked up his clothes, put on his underwear and suit pants, "I'll go back to the room to tidy up, and I'll go to the room later. Take you to the studio."

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Song Yanchu slowly poked his head out from under the quilt.

It turned out that nothing had happened to them before.

Song Yanchu's cheeks were blushing, and she slapped her head angrily, fortunately she was still worried for a long time, worrying about pregnancy.

But last night...

Catching a glimpse of the alarm clock that Zhou Hao had turned off, she forced herself to sit up, gathered her pajamas and went to the bathroom.

When she tidied up and came out of the bedroom, Zhou Hao was already in the living room, dressed in a neat black suit, calm and calm.

Song Yanchu avoided his gaze, looked down at the pink slippers on her feet, and said softly, "I'm fine."

"Let's go, buy breakfast downstairs." The man nodded, took the car keys and walked to the door first.

The elevator door opened, and there was no one in the normally crowded elevator today.

They missed the morning rush hour.

Song Yanchu walked in one step behind the man, staring at the declining red numbers.

"I will not divorce you, and I have no interest in my father's company."

In the airtight elevator space, the man's voice was steady and cold, and Song Yanchu's heart skipped a beat twice.

In fact, he overheard the conversation between her and Zhou Wentao, and even misunderstood.

She looked up at him, and the corner of her mouth slightly hooked, "Yeah."

Nor was she interested in that funding.

The elevator door opened, and the two walked out together.

After buying steamed dumplings and soy milk at the breakfast shop, Zhou Hao sent Song Yanchu to the studio, and finally returned to the company by detour.

It is rare for Zhou Hao to be late. From the front desk to the secretaries of various departments in the company, they are all curious about the reason why Mr. Zhou is late.Seeing Mr. Zhou enter the office through the exclusive passage, no one said a word.

On the contrary, Secretary Zhang came out after delivering the materials, and was surrounded by a group of people, who couldn't escape after gossiping.

It was 11:30 when the accumulated work was processed.

Zhou Hao rubbed the center of his brows, took a sip of the cold coffee beside him.

The taste was very bitter, he frowned slightly, and took another sip.

Secretary Zhang knocked on the door, and Zhou Hao called in.

"Mr. Zhou, what do you want for lunch?"

Zhou Hao loosened his tie, Song Yanchu's shy look this morning appeared in his mind, and he pondered, "Didn't you have a social meeting at noon?"

"No at noon today, I have an appointment with President Li of Haitian at Guangde Building for lunch tomorrow at noon."

"I'll go out to eat at noon, no need to make arrangements."

Secretary Zhang nodded and withdrew, "Alright Mr. Zhou."

After the office door was closed, Zhou Hao licked his lips, picked up the coffee and took another sip.

Taking the mobile phone aside, Song Yanchu's WeChat has been placed at the top of the list.

After being silent for a while, Zhou Hao sent a voice message, "Are you free at noon? I'll come over to see you for dinner."

A few minutes later, the phone vibrated a few times.

The screen lit up, and Song Yanchu returned, "Okay."

A spring breeze flashed in the man's eyes, he took his mobile phone and walked out.

……

On Song Yanchu's side, after receiving Zhou Hao's news, she fixed her makeup in the bathroom.

The morning class is the basic movements of "Jinghong Dance". After dancing all morning, I sweated a lot, and I was wearing makeup in the morning.

Song Yanchu was even teased when he met a colleague who went to the toilet.

They all said that Miss Song today is different from her usual one.

What's different, I can't say.

It is also said that people are in good spirits on happy occasions.

Zhou Hao's car stopped at the door of the studio. Song Yanchu came out of the shop, his eyes intertwined with the man, and he immediately put it aside.

With gentle eyes, Zhou Hao walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door to prevent her from hitting the top of her head.

"What to eat?"

"A colleague said that there is a restaurant nearby that tastes delicious pickled cabbage fish."

Zhou Hao hummed, drove slowly, and followed Song Yanchu's instructions.

The restaurant is less than two kilometers away from the studio. The business in the store is booming, and the waiters are very busy.

When the two walked into the store, a waiter greeted them with a smile, "Welcome, are you two?"

Song Yanchu nodded and said yes.

"Okay, this way please, you two, there is a seat by the window here."

After waiting for 10 minutes, the food was finally served.

Song Yanchu had exhausted a lot of energy in the morning, and after eating a bowl of rice, he added another bowl.

Zhou Hao ate gracefully, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Song Yanchu nodded, "It took too much energy."

After finishing speaking, two seconds passed.

Her cheeks became hot, and she explained in a muffled voice, "I'm talking about this morning!"

(End of this chapter)