unknown in time

Chapter 37
Su Yinzheng drank a lot of wine today. When he received a call from Chen Wanyi, he was drinking Shaoxing Huadiao wine with a Mexican boss. Fragrant.

Chen Wanyi babbled a lot on the phone, but he didn't listen carefully until Chen Wanyi's phone was snatched by Han Zheng, and he suddenly woke up.

The Huadiao wine that had been poured down kept churning in his stomach, he walked out of the box, lay down in the gleaming golden bathroom, resisted the desire to vomit, and asked, "Is Shangshang all right?"

Han Zheng's accusation on the phone made him a little dazed, and then Han Zheng hung up the phone. He vomited in the sink for a long time, until his entire stomach was empty, and he felt uncomfortably burning.

Then he stood up straight, turned on the gold-plated faucet to wash his hands and face, and after washing slowly, he wiped it clean with a soft towel.

He made a phone call and asked his assistant to arrange for the Mexican boss who was hanging in the box, and he walked out of the restaurant and drove to Huaxi Road.

He waited at home for a long time, but Shangshang didn't come back. He held his mobile phone but didn't dare to dial. Then Shangshang came back, and they tore each other up again.

This isn't the first time they've had a fight, nor is it the worst, and maybe they'll fight many more times in the future, so it's really irrelevant, isn't it? -
When Han Zheng got home, he saw Song Qian sitting in the living room drinking tea with his mother. Song Qian smiled at him when he entered the door, and Han's mother smiled and called her son over: "Eleventh, come and have a look." Does the shawl that Sissy gave me look good?"

Han Zheng glanced at the dark red shawl in his mother's hand. He knew that the color his mother hated the most was dark red. Song Qian gave her a shawl of this color and pretended to be fond of it.

"It's okay." Han Zheng said perfunctory, then turned and went upstairs.

Mother Han smiled resentfully, and then patted Song Qian on the shoulder: "You guys go upstairs to chat and spend an afternoon with my old lady, it's boring."

Song Qian shook her head, and then said to Mother Han, "Then I'll go and accompany Ah Zheng."

Mother Han: "Go."

Han Zheng was pulling his tie at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room, and calmly looked at the woman's face in the mirror. Seeing her come in, he pointed to the sofa in the opposite corner with his finger, and motioned Song Qian to sit down first. He said, "Song Qian, you shouldn't have come here."

Song Qian walked to the sofa in the bedroom and sat down, raised her head: "Why, we haven't broken up yet?"

Han Zheng turned his head and stared at Song Qian for a few seconds: "Is it interesting?"

Song Qian looked down at the nails she had just finished today, and said slowly, "Ah Zheng, I like you so much, you really can't treat me that way."

Han Zheng responded, hung the coat he had taken off on the hanger, pushed open the door of the cloakroom and hung it up, then walked out.

He was only wearing a tight-fitting white cotton T with a V-neck. With his hands folded across his chest, Han Zheng was leaning lazily on the sliding wooden door of the cloakroom, speaking in a low and thick voice: "If there is something that hurts you, I'm sorry, but if we break up, we'll break up, Sissy, you're on good terms, there's really no need to hang on to me."

Song Qian clenched her hands tightly, and there were some words she couldn't say. After a while, she took two deep breaths and asked, "Han Zheng, you are leaving me because of Zhou Shangshang."

"Zhou?" Han Zheng smiled, "Shouldn't her surname be Song?"

Song Qian ignored Han Zheng's interjection, and stood up: "You will feel bad if she is not happy now, and then you are in a hurry to play the role of lover?"

Han Zheng blinked, with a calm smile on his face: "Qi Qian, this is my business."

Song Qian walked up to Han Zheng and tried to grab his hand. Han Zheng took his hand away leisurely, with a serious expression on his face: "Song Qian, let me say it again, we really broke up. We just broke up before. Falling in love is not getting married, so if I propose a breakup, do I still have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with you for justice?"

Song Qian bit her lip: "Han Zheng, don't be stupid, okay?"

"What are you being stupid for?" Han Zheng asked with a smile.

"Do you think that Zhou Shangshang really needs you? She is just using you. Do you know that Su Yinzheng has a woman outside now, and Zhou Shangshang wants to use you to stimulate him. When Su Yinzheng changes his mind, will she appreciate you? She will only immediately Leave you aside, Han Zheng, don't be stupid, okay? Do you think Zhou Shangshang will really leave Su Yinzheng? She would rather fall out with my father than die with Su Yinzheng. She loves Su Yinzheng to death, just like me I love you so much, I can't do without you, do you understand, Ah Zheng?"

Han Zheng brushed Song Qian away, then went to the wine rack and poured a glass of red wine, shook it in his hand, took a sip, looked at Song Qian and suggested, "It's a pity you don't become an emotional analyst."

Song Qian turned her head away from looking at Han Zheng.

Han Zheng put down his glass, looked at Song Qian seriously and said, "Qiqian, I have nothing to do with Shangshang when I broke up with you. If she really needs me to stimulate Su Yinzheng, then we probably haven't even started." After a pause, " Song Qian, don't make me regret being with you."

(End of this chapter)