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As soon as it gets dark, Zhou Zhan will drive back to Zhou's.

The Zhou family is in Dongcheng District and the Pangu family is in Xicheng District. They have to go around half of Beijing and Hong Kong.

It was a rough road, but Zhou Zhan insisted on sending her off.

I tossed and turned last night and didn't get a good night's sleep.

There were two bruises under Fang Ziqin's eyelids. She sat in the passenger seat and closed her eyes in concentration.

"When will we leave for Yuncheng?"

Her eyelids twitched: "The day after tomorrow."

"How many days are you going to go?"

"Mr. Zhou, you seem to be very interested in my affairs, which will give me the wrong impression."

Zhou Zhan heard the sound, turned to look at Fang Ziqin, and asked playfully: "What is the illusion?"

After that, without waiting for her reply, she narrowed her eyes slightly and raised the corners of her lips: "You don't think I will fall in love with you, do you? Am I stupid, or do you overestimate yourself?"

Fang Ziqin looked at himself in the rearview mirror of the Porsche.

With fair and tender skin and fine facial features, she can be considered a leader among beauties.

At the age of twenty-four, it is the time when a flower blooms most beautifully and beautifully.

A brief sarcasm suddenly appeared on her lips.

"Then please, Mr. Zhou, please stop asking about me in the future, otherwise I will feel as if the divorce is not divorced."

"Also, on occasions like going home, it may be difficult to help you again in the future."

Zhou Zhan held the steering wheel with an expression on his face, as if he was listening to nonsense.

Fang Ziqin didn't intend to say it all.

Raising her voice a bit, she continued: "After all, everyone will start a new life in the future, so it would be bad if there is a misunderstanding."

She always felt that she had to speak clearly to draw clear boundaries.

Zhou Zhanjunrong remained calm and calm: "You are overthinking. I am asking you to arrange time to go through the divorce procedures."

The words stuck in Fang Ziqin's throat.

After being speechless for three seconds, she forced herself to calm down: "Six days."

"Okay, let's set it in six days."

Zhou Zhan's hearty tone seemed to come out of his mouth without even thinking about it for half a second.

After sending her to the Pangu family, he turned around and returned to the Zhou family headquarters.

As soon as he entered the company and met him, Qiao Dongsheng noticed that his boss had a bad look on his face, so he didn't dare to speak randomly and followed behind him obediently.

It wasn't until he entered the elevator that he tentatively whispered: "Mr. Zhou, the front desk said Miss Song is here."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhan frowned slightly and asked coldly: "What is she here for?"

"The front desk didn't say anything."

"Tell her to come up!"

Ten minutes later, Song Qingsi dressed in white mink, twisted her waist and smiled charmingly as she walked in the door.

She was about to step forward, but was stopped by Qiao Dongsheng: "Miss Song, please sit over here."

Thinking of meeting Zhou Zhan, Song Qingsi also dressed up carefully, but when she walked in, the man's eyes never fell on her.

"Azhan..."

"Miss Song, have you forgotten the agreement between us?" Zhou Zhan's voice was light but weighty.

Song Qingsi has not forgotten it, and she dare not forget it.

She and Zhou Zhan don't have that kind of relationship at all.

Not to mention going to bed and kissing, she had never even seen Zhou Zhan take off his clothes.

It was he who invited her to act in the play for Fang Ziqin.

The condition is that Father Song can get a small project from Zhou.

Song Qingsi bit her lip and asked, "Did you come to me just because I was her best friend?"

"Ms. Song, there are some things you don't need me to say clearly, right?"

Song Qingsi looked frightened, but she couldn't swallow her breath.

She rushed forward and hugged Zhou Zhan's arm, begging him: "But I find that I really fall in love with you, can you..."

Seeing this, Qiao Dongsheng was a little at a loss.

For a moment, I didn't know whether it was better to go forward and pull someone in, or to wait and see where I was.

After all, there were many women who wanted to pounce on his boss, but she was the first to pounce on him.

There was extreme impatience in Zhou Zhan's eyes.

His voice was deep and heavy: "Miss Song, you don't want to see your Song family industry collapse, right?"

Song Qingsi had two tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes, and she forced them back.

She grabbed Zhou Zhan's hand and let it go in vain: "Yes... I'm sorry."

"Secretary Qiao, send Miss Song downstairs."

Qiao Dongsheng opened the door: "Miss Song, please."
Chapter completed!