After she said this, she didn't expect Zhou Mingyu to answer.

But what she didn't expect was that in the next second, Zhou Mingyu raised his eyes and looked at her, "There is indeed this reason."

Su Zhiruan: "Is it true?"

"I really like the gossip you share." He raised his hand to take off his glasses, and his calm eyes fell quietly into hers. "Do you think it's troublesome to send me messages every day?"

"Of course not," Su Zhiruan said firmly, and then she blinked, "If I had to act with Jiang Beiyu every day, I might not be able to act anymore. I'm glad you're willing to listen to the gossip I can share with you."

After she finished speaking, Zhou Mingyu's eyes flickered and he looked at her deeply.

He didn't say anything else, and a corner of the gauze curtain on the second floor was blown up.

The light blue curtains float lightly, and light and shadows constantly shuttle under your feet, casting strands of light, like a passionate kiss.

Finally, the sunlight fell on their hands that had been crossed at some point.

"...Mr. Zhou, do you feel that things are progressing a little too fast?" Su Zhiruan raised her eyebrows and looked at her hand being stuffed into the man's palm. She couldn't help but tease him, "At best, we can only be considered an online relationship. No, it can only be considered an online chat, and it's still one-sided from my side."

"Soon?" Zhou Mingyu squeezed her little hand, and the big empty space in his heart was filled at this moment. He leaned forward and spoke seriously, "I have never pursued anyone, and I have never thought about pursuing anyone."

After saying that, he clasped Su Zhiruan's hand with his backhand, interlaced his fingers with hers, and the heat from his palm spread through the lines of their palms. "But I want to pursue you with the purpose of getting married."

Happiness comes too suddenly, like a tornado.

Su Zhiruan could hardly believe her ears. She opened her mouth wide and asked, "Ah?"

"Don't you believe it?" Zhou Mingyu saw her looking up in confusion. After a brief thought, he took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist. The color of black ink was a little too big for her wrist, so Zhou Mingyu wrapped it around her wrist again and put it on her wrist just right. "This is for you. Seeing it is like seeing me. This is my gift."

Zhou Mingyu's eyes were firm. She wanted to refuse, but looking at his unquestionable look, she shook her wrist and put it on.

She and Zhou Mingyu sat on the sofa on the second floor drinking tea, and her thoughts couldn't help but wander.

Just now, she could still say that Zhou Mingyu was just an ordinary friend, but in less than ten minutes of going upstairs, their relationship suddenly took a big step forward.

It was so fast that even she didn't react.

Her original purpose in coming to this world was not to conquer Zhou Mingyu first, but to make the scumbag and the bitch get the retribution they deserved. However, she didn't expect that her small action would inadvertently conquer him?

If Su's father and mother saw this, they would probably be so scared that they would freeze on the spot.

"Ruan Ruan, you and Mr. Zhou are here for dinner." She was just thinking about Su's mother when she heard Su's mother shouting at them downstairs to have dinner.

"Here you are!" Su Zhiruan looked at Zhou Mingyu, "Let's go down to eat?"

"Thank you for your help." He followed Su Zhiruan downstairs.

…

The dishes on the table were rich, not particularly exquisite, but it was not easy to prepare so much food in such a short time, and several people sat down one after another.

Zhou Mingyu considered himself the younger generation and wanted Su's father to sit at the top seat. However, when Su's father saw him, he thought of the company's cooperation and did not dare to come forward. In the end, it was Su's mother who sat at the top seat.

Next to Zhou Mingyu is Su Zhiruan, opposite him is Song Lianqing, and opposite Su Zhiruan is Su's father.

"I don't know what Mr. Zhou and Xiao Song like, so I asked Auntie to make more. If they don't like their taste, just let me know." Mother Su entertained the few people warmly.

In order to show his respect, Father Su took out a bottle of wine from his treasured wine cabinet and said, "If you don't mind, how about we have a drink?"

Song Lianqing lived just opposite, so Zhou Mingyu had a driver when he came. As for Su Zhiruan and Su's mother, they had average alcohol tolerance and were just there to accompany him.

Song Lianqing looked at Zhou Mingyu, his heart was a little upset, the desire to win between the men was about to explode.

He really likes Su Zhiruan. He was originally angry when he saw that she fell in love with Jiang Beiyu, a grassroots man. Now that Jiang Beiyu is no longer a threat, Zhou Mingyu has appeared.

If Jiang Beiyu's rank is just that of a soldier, then Zhou Mingyu is like a king.

The Zhou family is a family with a long history. The foundation behind it is extremely profound and it is so wealthy that ordinary people cannot imagine it.

As the only son of this generation, Zhou Mingyu can get whatever he wants. If he just has a crush on Su Zhiruan, it's fine. But if he is serious, then the entire Song family will not be able to compare to him. Whether in appearance or family background, Zhou Mingyu beats all the young talents in Beijing.

"Mr. Zhou, I won't go home until I'm drunk," Song Lianqing raised his glass and looked at Zhou Mingyu with a smile.

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This is the thirteenth cup.

But there was no other color on Zhou Mingyu's face, it was still snow-white and cold. His fingers were slender and beautiful, tapping the wine glass lightly. When Song Lianqing toasted him, he drank it all in one gulp.

After Su's mother drank two cups with him, she felt a little dizzy and went back to her room to rest.

Father Su was drunk, and when he saw the two young men starting to drink as if they were competing with each other, his cheeks were flushed and his consciousness was beginning to become unclear, but he kept looking at them and laughed from time to time.

Su Zhiruan was more sober. She yawned and put the empty wine bottle next to Zhou Mingyu on the ground.

"Master Song, you are in a good mood. Would you like another drink?" Zhou Mingyu said indifferently, but when he looked at him, he had a provocative tone, "Or should I drink first?"

"No need!" Song Lianqing slammed the table, "Mr. Zhou can drink a lot, but I'm not drunk!"

Zhou Mingyu pulled the corner of his mouth, and the hand under the table gently rested on the back of Su Zhiruan's hand, with the palm and the back of the hand overlapping, sandwiched between the string of Buddhist beads. Su Zhiruan tilted her head to see what he was going to do next, but heard him say slowly, "Then continue."

then.

Another ten or so bottles.

When the wine bottles on the table were piled up like a mountain, Young Master Song finally couldn't hold on any longer. His eyelids were fighting, his face was flushed, and he was shaky. He kept muttering, "Drink... Drink, keep going! I'm not drunk!"

While he was talking drunkenly, Zhou Mingyu just pinched his eyebrows with his hands. He was quiet and didn't say a word.

Then, Song Lianqing muttered a few more words, "Ruan Ruan...then look at me...I, we have known each other for so many years, I have you in my heart...others don't believe it, can't believe it...Ruan Ruan, give me a chance to confess..."

Su Zhiruan was a little tipsy at first, but when she heard Song Lianqing's words, she immediately sobered up and subconsciously turned her gaze to Zhou Mingyu who had put down his hand beside her.