Without waiting for her daughter to clarify, Song's mother couldn't help but refute. "Mr. Zhou, you really misunderstood. An Yi will not be like this. Even if she interacts with Xie Weishu, she is innocent. My own daughter, I know very well that she is definitely not such a casual girl. As for the relationship with Professor Zhou , there must be some misunderstanding..."
Mother Zhou looked at Song Anyi's embarrassment coldly. Two buttons were missing from his crepe Baba shirt, and his long hair was unkempt, not to mention the marks on his neck.
"Innocence? Mrs. Song, it's normal for young men to love women. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you put it on others, but Zhou Mo is not good. He has been cultivated by the elders of the family since he was a child, and he is not like the young man now. People can play like that, please forgive my desire to protect my son, I can only say, I am convinced that he will not take the initiative to provoke others, let alone casual women can approach!"
Mother Song's face turned pale. As a mother, listening to other people's accusations against her daughter, her heart felt like a knife had been slashed, but she couldn't say a word.
Song Anyi looked at her heartbroken mother, her heart clenched into a ball.
Is this why the Zhou family brought her mother here? Criticize her fault in front of her parents
From childhood to adulthood, she has won numerous awards, no matter in terms of performance or conduct, and is the young daughter who makes her mother feel proud and proud. Once upon a time, she has made her mother so wronged
Enough, from now on, she will stay far away from the Zhou family!
Song Anyi pursed her lips, intending to put an end to this matter. "Thank you Mrs. Zhou for your guidance. I understand what you mean. What happened last night was just drunkenness. I'm sorry. Please believe me. will not happen again.”
"You don't have feelings for Zhou Mo?" Zhou's father suddenly asked. He knew his son. If it wasn't intentional, he wouldn't release the message to anyone, let alone have an intimate relationship
Song Anyi clenched her fist tightly and nodded firmly. "Don't worry, no."
Father Zhou asked again, "After what happened last night?"
"Neither will."
As soon as Zhou Mo walked into the living room, he heard Song Anyi assure everyone that everything last night was just a few simple words: "disorderly sex after drinking". Even if they had experienced the passionate love last night, she could still tell everyone firmly that she would not have feelings for him.
"It turns out that this is your idea, no wonder you are eager to leave."
Zhou Mo came to the living room, neatly dressed, only the slightly damp hair showed that he had just showered.
"Big brother!" Zhou Yue jumped up and wanted to say something, but stopped because of the injury that flashed across his face.
Father Zhou was stunned when he saw the anger in his son's expression. Unexpectedly, the mask of his son's cold look at the world seemed to be broken by Miss Song. He looks like he was abandoned now, angry and embarrassed.
Although surprised, as a father, he can accept such changes in his son, regardless of the final outcome, at least his normally closed son has experienced the sweetness and bitterness of the relationship between men and women.
Zhou Mo stopped beside Song Anyi's seat.
It seems that he thought too much about the whole thing. He naively thought that as long as she gave her more time, she would be able to adjust to their new relationship. When he walked out of the room, maybe she would be more natural when he was out of the room, and maybe there would be richer things. Breakfast is waiting for him.
But all that awaited him was her clarification declaration, and the testimony of a room of people, which also brought out his whimsical and ridiculous.
Mother Zhou got up with the newspaper and hurried to her son. "Mo, what do you think about this? The charity auction is just around the corner. If something like this happens at this time, will it affect other people's perception and trust in the Zhou family?"
Zhou Mo didn't take it, just glanced at it. "Can these few words destroy me?"
Then he turned his eyes away and looked coldly at the woman sitting upright. "Miss Song, do you think these few words can ruin me?"
Song Anyi's heart skipped a beat, she could hear the undercurrents and ridicules hidden in Zhou Mo's seemingly steady voice, as if it was like a thin layer of ice, which would burst in the next second, even calling her by An Yi's name. Changed back to Miss Song, her tone was several times colder than before.
She clasped her hands into fists and her voice was dry. "In my personal opinion, Professor Zhou is one of the few top figures, and such scandals will not affect you in any way."
Zhou Mo laughed at himself almost inaudibly. Song Anyi's "polite mode" was officially activated. In the end, he was a guest. Even if they shared all their enthusiasm last night, at this moment of the morning, after returning to reason, he still " You", the reason lies in the different positioning of the two sides, he thought that a night of passion was the beginning, but for her it was the end.
His words were as cold as ice. "Well said, but if the paparazzi photographed the current situation - the wine bottles scattered in the living room, the little marks on the bed sheets in the room, and the hickey on your body, do you think I can still get out of my body?"
He was trying to remind her what they had been through last night!
Song Anyi didn't answer, her heart was filled with indescribable emotions, and the hot moisture filled her eyes. Only then did she understand that even if she thought all this was just drunkenness, she didn't care so much in her heart.
The next second, Zhou Mo reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her up when she was caught off guard, dragged her into his arms, and forced her to face his black eyes that were as cold as ice.
Song Anyi raised her head and was shocked, as if she was pinned to the spot and unable to move.
"You said you wouldn't regret it, did I misunderstand you? Your lack of regret only refers to one night of passion, right?" He let go of her suddenly, his sharp black eyes gloomy. "If that's what you want, I respect your choice."
Zhou Mo dropped her hand, left the living room without looking back, walked to the study, opened the door, closed the door, and locked it.
The meeting was held at two o'clock in the afternoon, it was only half past one, and the lunch break had just ended. Song Anyi was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room basking in the sun, staring blankly at the front. The wounded little beast licked the wound in the corner where no one noticed.
Unconsciously humming softly, slowly singing word by word—
We're all right, we just don't fit
What I want, I just know now
Happiness is mine, not yours