The woman on the bed didn't respond. The alcohol made her fall into a deep sleep. She was lying on her stomach, her clothes and skirt were wrinkled, and her long black hair was scattered on her shoulders and quilt. The room was dimly lit, and the woman's fair skin was like jade under the light. Zhou Yang's fingers were on her face, moving back and forth like playing the piano.
"I thought Shen He could hold on for a while, but I didn't expect..."
Zhou Yang smiled happily, his fingertips returned to her lips, rubbing and pressing, "Does this count as God helping me? Hmm?"
The man leaned over, put his thin lips close to Su Hao, and their breaths intertwined. There was a faint smell of alcohol on her body, the smell of red wine, sweet, the moment their lips touched.
Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes and slid his hand across her neck, ready to grab it.
At this moment, Su Hao suddenly turned over and hit me hard as if in a dream.
With a snap.
It happened to hit the other side of the face. Zhou Yang stopped moving suddenly and held his breath subconsciously, looking at the woman on the bed nervously.
After Su Hao slapped the man, he turned over, grabbed another pillow on the bed and hugged it in his arms. The bedroom fell silent again.
This time the beating was really severe. Zhou Yang put the tip of his tongue on his cheek and it tasted like rust. He tilted his head and wiped it, then he laughed in anger. There was really blood.
“It’s pretty impressive.”
He bent down, looking at the sleeping woman, reached into the quilt, and grabbed her hand. Her nails were round, but there were nails sticking out. Zhou Yang opened his mouth and gently bit her finger, then pulled the quilt over her, rubbed the corners of his lips, and left the apartment.
As soon as he walked out of the door, the elevator door happened to open. Assistant Lu came up with some documents. He was stunned when he saw Zhou Yang coming out of room 1802. Then he saw the blood on the corner of his lips and the slap mark on the side of his face. Assistant Lu froze on the spot and opened his mouth and said, "Mr. Zhou..."
"Have you got it?" Zhou Yang reached out, took the document, and flipped through it on the spot.
Assistant Lu took another look at the closed door and wondered what Mr. Zhou had done again. Mr. Zhou looked obviously smug. Was he... doing something bad
Oh My God.
Zhou Yang pulled out a motor design drawing and stuffed the document back into Assistant Lu's hands, "Go back and have a rest."
After saying that, Zhou Yang took out the room card and swiped it to enter room 1801.
Assistant Lu paused, followed shamelessly, and whispered: "Mr. Zhou, you are friends with Miss Su now."
"Also... be careful that she avoids you again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yang pushed the door open a little and looked at Assistant Lu coldly. Assistant Lu adjusted his glasses, turned around and walked away without looking away.
The next second, Zhou Yang snorted coldly.
Assistant Lu also heard it, but pretended not to hear it and entered the elevator.
Su Hao slept until dawn, and did not wake up once. His dream was complicated and he dreamed about many things, even the past was brought up. Whether it was Zhou Yang, his father, his mother, or Tang Rui, they all flashed through his dream. After waking up, Su Hao sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, feeling a little confused.
It was not until the alarm on his cell phone rang that Su Hao got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. His clothes were wrinkled from sweat and the alcohol he drank last night.
After changing into a pair of jeans and a top, Su Hao also washed her hair. After drying her hair, she went out. As soon as she opened the door, she saw the door next door open as well. Zhou Yang came out in a shirt and trousers. When he saw her, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Good morning."
Su Hao: "Morning."
The two walked towards the elevator together.
The man put his hands in his pockets and asked calmly, "What time did you get back last night?"
Su Hao thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember, maybe around nine o'clock."
"Have you been drinking?"
"I drank a little, the bottle of wine you gave me yesterday."
"oh?"
The elevator came, Zhou Yang held it with his hand and smiled: "You go in first."
Su Hao was not polite either. When she walked in, she suddenly saw a faint mark on his cheek, like a slap mark. She looked at it for a few more seconds.
A woman hit him
Zhou Yang caught her gaze and curled his lips: "What are you looking at?"
Su Hao coughed and looked away.
"Would you like to see it more clearly?" Zhou Yang tilted his head and pointed at his face with his fingertips. "It's pretty cruel for a woman to hit him, isn't it?"
He bent over, his shirt collar slightly open, and Su Hao was caught off guard and saw his collarbone. She immediately glanced up and saw a nail mark on the corner of his lips. Su Hao pursed her lips and said, "It's a bit cruel. What did you do?"
Zhou Yang turned his head and looked at Su Hao with narrow eyes. The two of them were quite close to each other. There was a teasing look in his eyes: "Guess?"
Su Hao took two steps back and said, "It won't be a good thing anyway."
"Oh? You know me so well?" He spoke teasingly, but his brows were relaxed. Su Hao suddenly found that he was in a very good mood, as if he was in a good mood after his confession was accepted.
Su Hao thought, is he in love
The elevator arrived at the first floor. Zhou Yang was going to the Fei Festival with Su Hao today. Assistant Lu drove there early in the morning and they walked out of the hotel lobby.
At this time, a black Mercedes drove over and slowly stopped at the door. Then the window rolled down and Shen He stuck his head out and said, "Good morning, Brother Zhou Yang. Good morning, good morning."
The two people who were about to get on the Bentley paused, and Su Hao asked with a smile: "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to pick you up for work." Shen He opened the passenger door and said, "Get in the car. It's a rare opportunity to take you to work."
Su Hao paused, looking at Shen He with a smile in his eyes in the car, thinking of his hesitant expression last night, and wondered how long he would have to force himself to smile.
Finally, she decided to pretend that she knew nothing. She walked towards the Mercedes with a smile and sat in the passenger seat. The man standing next to the car in front held the door and looked over here. The black Mercedes was reversing. Shen He waved at him, and Su Hao also waved at him. The smile on Zhou Yang's face disappeared completely, leaving only a cold face.
Assistant Lu didn't dare to say a word.
Sit in the car and wait quietly.
After a while, the car door was slammed shut. Zhou Yang walked to the side, slowly picked up a cigarette, bit it, but didn't light it. A look of anger gradually appeared on his face.
He had had enough.
The hotel was not far from Feijie, and driving was a waste of gas. After arriving at the door, Su Hao unbuckled his seat belt and said to Shen He, "I'm getting out of the car."
Shen He nodded, "Okay, how long will you be away here?"
"Two or three days." Su Hao looked at him. Shen He opened his mouth, but swallowed his words. "Okay, did you have breakfast?"
"There is breakfast in the company. I'll eat it here." This is what the girl told her yesterday, asking her to come here in the morning and have breakfast together.
Su Hao agreed.
"Oh, well then. I was thinking of taking you to have breakfast first." Shen He said with a smile. Sometimes he really looked like a boy, and his handsome looks made him feel like he was deceiving people.
"Next time." Su Hao said, pushed open the car door and walked out.
Shen He sat in the driver's seat and watched her enter the building.
At the same time, a Bentley slowly drove down the passage of the underground garage next to it.
Taking the elevator upstairs, Su Hao stepped out of the elevator. The elevator door opposite opened and Zhou Yang also walked out. Their eyes met. Zhou Yang looked at her, smiled, and walked into the company first. Su Hao looked at his back and followed him, only to feel that he didn't seem as relaxed as he was in the morning.
There was a hint of hostility between his brows.
really.
This person is in a bad mood.
When Su Hao was dealing with account books with the cashier in the small conference room, he heard him getting angry in the large conference room. Wherever he went, fire started and no grass grew.
Because the two meeting rooms were very close to each other, when Su Hao looked up, he saw him sitting at the table, holding a document in his hand and throwing it at the person standing next to him.
Zhou Yang is always a playful and teasing person, and seems very approachable.
Rarely does he show such an angry side.
The young cashier whispered, "Oh my God, Mr. Zhou will be this angry too."
"It's so scary. Luckily I don't have a meeting today, or I would be scared to death."
Su Haoduo looked at Zhou Yang a few times.
Zhou Yang tugged at his collar and happened to glance over. Their eyes met. Some emotions were rolling in the man's narrow eyes. Su Hao saw it from this side and was stunned.
When she looked over again, Zhou Yang had already withdrawn his gaze, leaving only his hard profile.
No one in the entire conference room dared to breathe heavily at this time. The Internet celebrity that had been cultivated before was poached by someone, and no one noticed. After she left, she took away fans and traffic, and the other company frequently provoked her. It would be strange if Zhou Yang was not angry. The marketing manager was standing in front of Zhou Yang at this time.
There was Assistant Lu sitting diagonally opposite, and the marketing manager gestured to him, hoping that he would say a few words.
At this time, Assistant Lu saw Zhou Yang's gaze briefly lingering outside, and immediately whispered, "Boss Zhou, this place is a bit close to the small conference room. The noise is too loud and it will affect the reconciliation over there."
Zhou Yang turned to look at him, without saying a word, just staring at him.
Assistant Lu adjusted his glasses and acted innocent.
A few seconds later, Zhou Yang asked in a cold voice: "Is the sound insulation very poor?"
"Yes." The marketing manager next to him didn't know why he didn't understand what the small meeting room next door had to do with it, but his intuition told him to answer like that.
Zhou Yang's narrow eyes swept back and looked at the person in front of him, then he laughed a little coldly: "You are quite good at it?"
"I dare not." The manager's forehead was sweating.
He didn't know whether his voice was good or bad.
Assistant Lu didn't give any response.
But then, everyone noticed that Zhou Yang's anger had subsided a lot, giving everyone time to catch their breath. When the meeting was over, everyone looked towards the small conference room, but they only saw a slender figure sitting busy in the conference room, and no one could see what she looked like.
And everyone saw that President Zhou didn't go to that meeting room. After the meeting, he picked up his coat and left.
When he drove the Bentley to the ground, he saw a familiar black car parked at the entrance of the lobby of Feijie. It was not the time to get off work yet, but the car had already arrived. Zhou Yang stepped on the accelerator and passed by the door of the Mercedes-Benz. The friction sound scared Shen He in the car and also scared the security guard at the door.
Everyone watched helplessly as two good cars were scratched with large marks due to friction.
Shen He unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, walked over to the Bentley and knocked on the door. The window of the Bentley rolled down, Zhou Yang leaned back in the chair, raised his eyes and looked at Shen He, and after a few seconds, he smiled: "Waiting for Su Hao?"
Shen He stood.
The man in the car was sharp all over. Shen He only noticed it at this moment. He responded, "Yes."
"Brother Zhou Yang, how do you drive this car?"
"Just open it like this." Zhou Yang opened the door and got out of the car with a smile. He was tall and leaned lazily against the car door with a nonchalant look on his face, but his eyes made people feel threatening.
Shen He stood up straight subconsciously.
The two men confronted each other silently, and smoke rose.