my ghost husband

Chapter 224

When Zong Sheng looked at me, the smug smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared. "Look at what?"

"You look beautiful when you smile." I said.

"Am I smiling?"

"Forget it, I'm tired of talking to you." I said, this person should have photographed his smug smile just now.Seriously eat, eat enough, and go back to sleep.I'm going to drop off the plane tomorrow, so I probably don't have time to sleep in.I rubbed my waist subconsciously, feeling that this kind of days when I don't go to work, how can I be more tired than going to work?
Zong Sheng's hand climbed onto my waist, and rubbed it gently on my waist.I let out a comfortable "um", he put down the fast food in his hand, and leaned forward.

Originally, we were both sitting at the conference table. When he leaned over like this, I instinctively leaned back, and then I realized something was wrong.He turned around and got down from the conference table. His long legs didn't bother him at all, and he surrounded me in front of him.

"Zong Sheng, eat!" I reminded him in a low voice.

As soon as he bent down, he could see the collarbone under the shirt, and the wound on the shoulder. "Eat you!" She lowered her head and sniffed fiercely on my neck. I immediately realized the smell of blood on my body, which would make him react.

"No."

"How many more days?"

"do not know."

"Tell you not to come, but you still want to come. Is it fun to seduce me like this, but not give it to me? I have to solve the problems you caused."

I didn't understand what he said at first, but I figured it out when the changes in his body were clearly felt on my thigh. "Well, you, you can also masturbate in front of the computer like you did in school. Aren't all boys like this?"

"Before I was with you, I never had such a strong feeling. Even if I did, I would use meditation to calm myself down. But after you appeared, I couldn't calm down at all. My blood seemed to be boiling and screaming, Grab you hard."

"Zong Cheng, you..." Before I finished speaking, his hand had already penetrated into my clothes.I stretched out my legs in panic and kicked randomly, regardless of where I kicked.

With a "snap", the headlights in the conference room turned on, followed by Zong Dahong's cry: "You! You! What are you two doing? Zong Cheng! You, you..."

Zong Sheng took his hand out of my clothes, then stood up, looked at Zong Dahong at the door of the meeting room over there, and said, "Uncle, what time is it, are you still working overtime?"

I tidied my clothes in a panic, and stood up, "Uncle."

"You guys, hum! What a mess in the company!" Zong Dahong glared at the two of us, then walked into the meeting room, took things from the material cabinet beside him, and left.

Zong Sheng sat back on the meeting table again, and continued to eat with the fast food.

I looked at him like that, and was very angry: "Zong Sheng! What do you mean? Don't you apologize?"

"You should leave me as a dangerous person now. Be careful that I can't control it."

The way he said this was casually picking up the dishes in the fast food, which is not called uncontrollable at all.If it weren't for the obvious changes in his body just now, I would even wonder if he was faking it.

Even now, I ask myself that question in my heart.The feeling on my leg just now could not be that he pressed some pen against me.

I took a step forward and patted his hand directly towards his place.But when my hand fell, his chopsticks had turned upside down, and he blocked my hand with the tip of the chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "Hey! What do you really want?"

He just stared at me so closely, my hand was less than three or four centimeters above his place, and his chopsticks were still horizontally underneath.My face turned red all of a sudden, so I quickly withdrew my hand and wiped my pants vigorously.Then he put on a straight face: "I'm going back!"

"You haven't finished your meal yet."

"Don't eat!" I said, carrying my things and walking outside.

"Remember to bring me my clothes tomorrow morning." He said, with his low laughter behind him.When I turned around, he didn't look at me, but at the whiteboard, but from my angle, I could still clearly see him smiling.

I quickly took out my phone and took a triple shot of him.Didn't he say he wasn't smiling?I'm going to keep these photos as proof.

He heard the sound of the camera and turned to look at me, but the first picture has already captured his smile.I gave him a cold snort before walking towards the elevator.

It is actually quite far to take a taxi from Zong'an Group to the community where he lives.After getting in the car and reporting the address, I turned on my phone and looked at the triple shot just now.

In the first one, he was indeed smiling, his eyes were smiling, it was a very soft profile.In the second picture, he has already started to look back, and the picture is very blurry. In the third picture, he is just looking at me, still with that stinky face.But the facial features are very three-dimensional.

"Stinky Zongcheng! Damn you!" I cursed in a low voice while sitting in the back seat.I don't know what happened to him tonight.Even if we haven't been close for a month, but he has always remembered the time very clearly, why did he suddenly make trouble with me like this?I was so nervous that I really thought something was going to happen.

Why is he making such troubles with me all of a sudden?
wrong!The light is wrong!In my impression, the screen on the whiteboard is always on, and on it is a 3D diagram of a load-bearing wall structure that is constantly rotating.That picture has been spinning around there.My last impression was that Zong Sheng stood in front of me after he got off the conference table, completely blocking my sight for a few seconds.After that, Zong Dahong entered the meeting room.When I took pictures, the whiteboard was turned off, it had no effect, and the indicator lights were all red.

When is the whiteboard closed?When I first entered the door, Zong Sheng was holding the remote control of the whiteboard in his hand, and he blocked my time for a few seconds.He can use the remote control to turn off the whiteboard.Why did he turn off the whiteboard?
These two questions hovered in my mind at the same time.I also frowned.

I held the phone, hesitating whether to ask him, I know this kind of thing, he will not take the initiative to explain to me.

This hesitation continued until the car returned to the gate of the community.It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the gate of the community to the villa area inside.I was on this section of the road and sent him a message to raise two questions in my mind.

He didn't get back to me until I got home.The reply was just three words "Zong Dahong" without even punctuation.

Zong Dahong?I was even more puzzled. When these things happened, the only third person present was Zong Dahong.Is Zong Sheng wary of Zong Dahong?After hearing Zong Dahong's voice, he treated me like that to cover up our real purpose in the conference room, and at the same time turned off the whiteboard screen, not wanting Zong Dahong to see the picture.

Zong Dahong is Zong Sheng's uncle. Even if there are many things against Zong Sheng due to property reasons, I feel that his uncle is just one... I have seen Zong Dahong drive.That year I was a sophomore in high school, the summer vacation was over, and I had been working outside for the summer vacation. Just a few days before the end of the summer vacation, I went home to live with my mother for a few days.On the day of returning to school, the bus in the village was full of people. The bus between the city and the village was said to run every half an hour, but I often saw a bus every one or two hours.My mother and I were waiting very anxiously.

Zong Dahong's car drove over, and my mother was also impatient, so she waved him to stop and asked him to take me to the city.Everyone in the village knew that I would be Zong Sheng's daughter-in-law in the future, and Zong Dahong kept calling him uncle, so he nodded to me and told me to get in the car quickly.

At that time, he was wearing faded and crumpled clothes with trousers rolled up to his knees and an old straw hat on his head.Seeing me getting into the car, I took off the hat and smoothed my hair.In summer when the farming season is busy, he, the department manager, has to go home to help his wife farm the fields.

It's such an uncle, even if he sees the load-bearing structure diagram, so what?He works in architecture, so what if he understands it?I still don't understand why Zong Sheng is guarding against him?Did Zong Sheng feel that Zong Dahong might have been bought off?

With this question, I can't sleep at all.Early the next morning, with panda eyes on his face, he delivered clothes to Zong Sheng before going to work.

Zong Sheng went to the bathroom of his grandfather's house on the upper floors of the building, took a shower, had breakfast with his grandfather, and then took me to the airport directly.

Grandpa also asked me about my internship and various things in school, and said that if nothing happened, Zong Sheng would also work in the company, and after graduation, I would also come over and just work in my own company.Things at home are easier to do.Otherwise, just as my grandma said, I can do housework and cooking at home, and he has no objection.

Zong Sheng got into the car refreshed, but I looked like I hadn't slept well. After getting in the car, I adjusted the seat and squinted my eyes.

Hearing Zong Sheng whisper, "Help me check the rearview mirror, the car is reversing."

He never asked me to look at it while driving. I was a little puzzled, so I took a look.There was no one behind, nothing active, but Zong Dahong was talking on the phone with his mobile phone at the entrance of the company, but he was looking at the car on our side.

My heart tensed up, and Zong Sheng had already reversed the car and got into the traffic flow.

The car drove a long way before I asked cautiously, "Your uncle?"

"I've been in the company for the past two days, and I've noticed something's wrong with him." Zong Sheng threw me a blank piece of paper and said, "You didn't lose the name card of the company where you were intern. Tomorrow, put on your uniform and bring your name card." , but checked his call list on mobile. I got a copy of the ID card."

I took the paper and nodded, but I was still nervous. If this kind of thing was discovered and reported, would I be arrested?But this is also helping Zong Sheng. If we were arrested for the things we did, I don’t know how many times we have been arrested.

(End of this chapter)