Chapter 18 Photos that were not discarded

Song Ci stepped out of the room, pondered the meaning of his words, and finally sneered.

She didn't have time to talk to Gao Ze now, so she just let him and Su Nan go and fight each other.

Two days later, at the airport.

Zhou Lian stared at the hands on his watch and turned them around several times, his expression always indifferent.

She was ten minutes late.

According to Song Ci's temperament, it was probably intentional.

Thinking of how she was so angry but had to compromise, Zhou Lian suddenly felt very good.

After a while, Song Ci arrived belatedly.

Seeing Zhou Lian staring at him meaningfully, Song Ci said with an extremely innocent expression, "I'm late on the way, Mr. Zhou won't mind, right?"

Hearing this, Zhou Lian raised his eyelids and said, "Then you should change your driver."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and boarded the plane, his movements clean and neat.

Seeing that he didn't care much, Song Ci just felt bored and got on the plane with hatred.

The air conditioner in the cabin was turned on very well, and she felt her arms were a little cold. She was about to ask for a blanket, but Zhou Lian next to her got there first.

"A blanket, please."

The stewardess approached Zhou Lian with bright eyes and handed it to him with a smile on her face.

Song Ci clicked his tongue.

Another poor woman attracted by the superficial appearance of a scumbag.

Zhou Lian took the blanket and was about to cover her body when he saw Song Ci shaking his head with pity on his face and frowning, "What's wrong with you?"

"nothing."

Song Ci took the blanket and changed the subject, "What is the specific content of the business trip?"

That's right, until now Zhou Lian has never said why he asked himself to accompany him there.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Lian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Female companion."

These two concise and concise words left Song Ci speechless.

After being divorced from him, she still had to play these house games all day long, which made Song Ci feel a little uncomfortable.

And the figure of a woman who looked delicate and fragile always crossed her mind from time to time.

"Mr. Zhou should have no shortage of female companions. Don't waste my time on such boring things next time."

Song Ci spoke in a cool voice and closed his eyes.

Listening to her chattering like a gunshot, Zhou Lian's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't say anything else.

The plane landed quickly, Zhou Lian walked in front, and Song Ci followed silently.

If it weren't for the contract, he would definitely not accompany Zhou Lian to do such boring things.

Suddenly, Zhou Lian stopped. Song Ci couldn't avoid it and bumped into his hard back. She cried out in pain, "Hiss."

"The partners are in front, please pay attention."

Zhou Lian looked at Song Ci who was rubbing the tip of his nose with interest and reminded him.

Hearing this, Song Ci glanced at him sideways, walked to Zhou Lian's side in a familiar manner, and held his arm.

Although he had cursed him thousands of times in his heart, Song Ci still suppressed his impulse and played his role competently.

The two walked side by side, and their noble and unique temperament attracted frequent glances from passers-by.

"Mr. Zhou, you are finally here."

Not far away, a middle-aged man with a big belly smiled and extended his hand to Zhou Lian.

Zhou Lian shook hands and then withdrew his hand, with a decent smile on his face, "Long time to see you."

The man's eyes fell on Song Ci, and she immediately raised a business smile to express greetings.

The negotiations progressed quickly and smoothly.

The profit ratio submitted by the other party was very sincere. Zhou Lian did not deliberately embarrass him and quickly approved the proposal.

"Haha, happy working together!"

The man smiled kindly and proactively suggested, "It's still early and I have something to do here, but I've already arranged a hotel, so I'd like to ask you two to show your respect."

Song Ci was indeed hungry, but he didn't refuse and followed him into the box.

Most of the food on the table was exquisite and delicious. As soon as Zhou Liang took two bites, the phone on the table suddenly lit up.

Almost subconsciously, Song Ci looked down and frowned when he caught a glimpse of the familiar woman's name above.

It's her again.

Zhou Lian, on the other hand, quickly picked up the phone and tapped the screen with his slender fingers a few times, as if he was replying to the message.

Song Ci glanced at the document in his hand and did not look at Zhou Lian's movements.

Zhou Lian held his cell phone and typed a few words, then raised his eyes to meet Song Ci's, "You eat first, and I'll take care of things."

"Oh, Mr. Zhou really has everything on his plate."

Hearing this, Song Ci did not suppress the yin and yang in his words at all, and smiled sarcastically.

Zhou Lian ignored her obvious provocation this time and hurriedly left the room.

For a moment, the room was eerily quiet.

Song Ci clicked his tongue and threw the document on the table.

He tried his best to get himself to come over as an unexpected female companion, but he was easily distracted by the woman's text message.

He is truly an out-and-out scumbag.

Song Ci cursed in his heart, but Song Ci didn't have much expression on his face.

She no longer had any unnecessary thoughts about Zhou Lian, after all, the other party didn't take her seriously at all.

Thinking of this, Song Ci walked out without hesitation.

She had just taken two steps out when she saw Zhou Lian leaning on the wall in a corner not far away and talking on the phone.

He lowered his head. Even though he was far away, Song Ci could still clearly see the gentleness in Zhou Lian's eyebrows.

For no reason, Song Ci felt nauseous.

Just in time, Zhou Lian raised his eyes, met her cold eyes, and subconsciously opened his mouth to say something.

But Song Ci quickly retracted his gaze and turned around to leave.

unlucky.

A few days later.

The relevant staff responsible for signing the contract found Song Ci in a difficult situation.

"Miss Song, Mr. Zhou hasn't shown up for several days. This contract..."

The other party hesitated to speak and said tentatively, "I wonder if you have any way to contact him?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Ci was silent for a rare moment.

It was true that Zhou Lian had not appeared in front of her for a few days.

Thinking of the sick woman, she sneered again, "She must be busy."

She pronounced the word "busy" very seriously.

"But you have to sign the contract. Please contact Mr. Zhou as soon as possible."

The other party said it sincerely, so Song Ci took the opportunity to choke Zhou Lian a few words and agreed to the matter.

But the strange thing is that she sent many messages to Zhou Lian using her work account, but received no response.

The contract was urgently needed, and Song Ci finally went to Zhou Lian's home.

This was their original wedding room, which was spacious and clean.

Song Ci stared at the villa rising from the ground for a long time, and finally the expression on his face was unclear.

She hasn't been here for a long time.

Since their divorce, this place and the surrounding roads have become places that Song Ci would not easily step into.

The fingerprint code lock at the door stopped her. Song Ci frowned irritably and casually stretched out his finger to press it.

Without any hope, she heard the crisp sound of the door lock being unlocked.

For a moment, Song Ci was stunned on the spot.

There was indeed my fingerprint in this lock, but that was a long time ago, so why is it still there now?

Song Ci suddenly felt something touched his heart, and stepped into the house slowly.

The wedding photos they had taken and all the picture files related to the wedding were meticulously stored in the room that originally belonged to them.

Almost instantly, Song Ci's hands hanging on the sides of his pants tightened.

What does he mean by this...