Chapter 13 Staying Overnight

After entering the door, Song's mother naturally agreed that the couple would share a room and urged them to go upstairs to sleep. Song Ci is now mute and eating Coptis chinensis, and he doesn't even have an excuse to refuse. But thinking about sleeping in the same bed with Zhou Lian for the night, she decided to make a desperate struggle, "Mom, just let Zhou Lian sleep in the guest room. It's already very late now, and he has something to do early tomorrow morning." Song's mother glared at her, "Who's husband and wife sleep in separate rooms?" Song Ci and Zhou Lian have been married for several years and still have no children, which has always been a major worry for her. Now that Song Ci was asking for room allocation, she firmly disagreed. In the eyes of Mother Song, who has been through this before, relationships are all cultivated. Finally, with Mother Song watching, Song Ci could only enter her bedroom with Zhou Lian. As soon as he entered the door, Song Ci pushed him against the wall and warned, "I tell you, if you dare to do anything to me, I will cut off your life!" After saying that, he glanced down at him with a strong hint of threat. Zhou Lian raised his hands and looked at her lazily like a cat with explosive hair, his eyes full of helplessness and a little gentleness that he didn't know he had. "Okay, I won't touch you." Song Ci stared at him suspiciously. You can't blame her, after all, Zhou Lian really has no credibility at all. Moreover, this guy has touched her several times. Lying on the same bed with him would be like entering a wolf's den. It was the kind she delivered to her door on her own initiative. If I had known earlier, I might as well have asked Song Wan to pick her up. Song Ci went to take a shower distractedly. Before going in, he even asked, "Don't touch anything in my room." It's not that she has any secret that she can't see people, it's just that she has lived in this house for more than ten years, and this is the first time an outsider has come in, and this person is her ex-husband. No matter how strange it looks. Song Ci couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. Zhou Lian walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and responded casually, "I know." His posture seemed more leisurely and contented than Song Ci's as a master, as if he was at home. There was a sound of water coming from the bathroom. Zhou Lian looked at the sporadic lights outside with unclear emotions, and his thoughts drifted away with the smoke. During the three years he was married to Song Ci, he also came to the Song family villa several times. Song's father and mother were very good to him. Even the youngest Song Wan was willing to give him a little care. Sometimes, he envied Song Ci for having a warm and harmonious family. Unlike him, his parents died when he was young and he never knew what family was. Zhou Lian smiled self-deprecatingly, and then remembered that he once had a home, which was given to him by Song Ci. When Song Ci came out of the shower, Zhou Lian had just finished smoking a cigarette, and there was still a trace of mist lingering on his lips, making him look a bit sexy. She has a very good appearance and figure, but under the special environment of night, it is estimated that not many women can withstand it. Song Ci knew very early on that the biggest aura around Zhou Lian was not his identity, but his impeccable face. With such a face, even if he is a poor boy, there are many women who are willing to be scummed once. Beauty is truly a disaster, Song Ci let out a light tut. But it's a pity that she can't bear it. She couldn't afford Zhou Lian's peach blossom debt. She opened the closet, found a set of clothes and threw them to Zhou Lian. This was left behind when Zhou Lian went home with her during the Chinese New Year. She was busy during this period and never returned home, so she had no time to deal with these things. "Don't get me wrong, I just didn't have time to throw it away." Song Ci met his teasing eyes and explained. The smile in Zhou Lian's eyes was faint, and he turned around and entered the bathroom with his clothes. The bathroom is made of frosted glass, so you can't see the figure clearly, but you can roughly see an outline. Song Ci watched silently for a few seconds, then thought to himself, Zhou Lian shouldn't have peeked just now, right? Regardless, she decided to pretend to be a turtle before Zhou Lian came out of the shower. She closed her eyes and buried her head in the quilt. Zhou Lian looked a little tired. He had been socializing a lot during this period, and he had to take time to visit Jiang Zhenzhen every day. He had long been accustomed to this kind of life, but when he returned home from socializing until midnight and found that there was only a deserted place waiting for him, he began to feel irritable involuntarily. In the past, although Song Ci would not wait for him to come back, she would leave a lamp for him in the living room if it was too late. Every time he saw the light from a distance through the car window, he knew there was someone at home. This feeling is subtle and easily overlooked. It wasn't until Song Ci moved away for a while that he suddenly realized that something was indeed missing. When Zhou Lian came out of the shower, Song Ci was already "asleep". He wiped his hair, sat on the balcony for a while, and then lay down on the bed when he was almost done. He turned sideways to turn off the light, but when his eyes fell on Song Ci's fair and flawless face, he saw her eyelashes twitching slightly, as if she was sound asleep. Pretending to sleep? Zhou Lian's lips curved slightly, and he had already planned to let her go. He deliberately used the action of turning off the lights to lean over Song Ci. The distance between the two was so close that his lips gently brushed her forehead. Song Ci pretended to be in pain while sleeping. Zhou Lian, this scumbag, doesn’t mean what he says! "Still pretending?" Zhou Lian rubbed her lips with his fingers and said in a low voice. Song Ci used his elbow to separate the distance between the two of them, moved his body back a little, and then opened his eyes. "You agreed not to touch me?" She looked at Zhou Lian and asked in a cold tone. This posture is no different from when it was at the negotiation table, but the occasion and time are not right. Zhou Lian leaned back and put his hand on the quilt on her body casually, with a cynical attitude. "I thought you were playing hard to get." "I want your head!" Song Ci was angered by what he said. How thick-skinned is this person? "Stop using your playboy tricks to deal with me!" Song Ci was furious and kicked him. That kick was no different from tickling, but it made Zhou Lian's eyes darken, "If you want to sleep well, just calm down for me." Song Ci naturally knew what he wanted to say, and cursed in a low voice, "Beast." Zhou Lian held down her restless legs and said with a bit of gritted teeth, "Haven't you already seen the more beastly ones?" Do you really think he is a gentleman? Song Ci felt that it was impossible to sleep like this, so he took out another quilt from the cabinet and threw it on him. "If you dare to touch me again, I will chop you into pieces!" Zhou Lian had offended her several times tonight, and he knew what it meant to give up when things got good. If he really pushed someone hard, he might be able to kick him out directly. "Don't move, just go to sleep." Song Ci snorted coldly, turned her back to him and turned off the light, rolled herself into the quilt, and fell asleep. In the darkness, Zhou Lian kept his eyes open. Listening to the breathing coming from beside me, my mood that had been agitated for a long time suddenly calmed down.