Chapter 92 I am a young man, this...
Once Zhou Ci dealt with this emergency, he didn't go home for several days.
On the first night, Song Yu waited for a long time but there was no response. Just when he was about to call him, his message came.
Cizhoubudu: [I have to go on a business trip for a few days. I am about to board the plane and need to inform Mrs. Zhou.]
Yu Xiaoru: [Why so sudden?]
Say goodbye to the boat: [temporary decision]
Yu Xiaoru: [Have a bon voyage then. Send me a message when you arrive at the hotel.]
Say goodbye to the boat: [good]
Song Yu was also quite helpless. There was nothing to say about the days they lived together. She had just returned from a long business trip, and now it was Zhou Ci's turn to go on a business trip. They had no time for leisure all day.
Putting down her phone, she went straight to the bathroom to wash her hair and take a shower, then went to bed early.
When Zhou Ci sent a message to Song Yu at two o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Yu had already fallen asleep. When he woke up in the morning and saw the message and replied, Zhou Ci seemed to be using his mobile phone and called him immediately.
It was only one night since they last met, and Song Yu held his phone, but didn't know what to say.
Just when I was feeling awkward, Zhou Ciqing's clear and refreshing voice came through the receiver of the phone: "Good morning, Mrs. Zhou."
"Good morning!" Song Yu replied. She couldn't bring herself to call him "Mr. Zhou," as it felt too ambiguous. However, she remembered what she wanted to ask: "How's the injury on your face?"
"The wound still hurts."
It was just a simple sentence. I don’t know if it was Song Yu’s illusion, but she always felt that Zhou Ci’s tone was aggrieved, as if he was acting coquettishly with her.
Before she could think about it, her phone suddenly vibrated. She took it and saw that Zhou Ci had sent her a photo.
In the photo, Zhou Ci's left face, which was so white and clean without any blemishes, was red, swollen and broken, which looked scary.
Song Yu suddenly forgot everything, only remembering the distress: "Have you applied the medicine? Why is it still so serious?"
"I was too busy yesterday to take care of it." Zhou Ci explained on the phone.
"Even after being hit in the face like this, he still has to go to work on a business trip. Doesn't the boss have any respect at all?"
"What's face worth? I only care about substance." Zhou Ci's voice was cheerful, as if he was laughing. "If I suffer a loss, I must make up for it."
Song Yu suddenly realized: "So..."
"So, Grandpa knew about this without me even having to come to your house." Zhou Ci said indifferently, "Since I can teach my son the law of divination, then he can do the same."
Song Yu was also happy in her heart. She was not a saintly person. She would complain when others treated her badly. Even her parents were not allowed to do that.
If it weren't for her inappropriate status, she would have wanted to teach that bastard Zhou Tingan a lesson a long time ago. Now that Grandpa Zhou is doing it himself, with Grandpa Zhou's hot temper, Zhou Tingan will definitely be in trouble.
"No matter what, you still have to apply the medicine well to reduce the swelling and recover as soon as possible. You are the boss after all, and your status is there. It won't look good if you go on a business trip with a swollen face. Others will always ask more questions, and you will be annoyed then." Song Yu said this softly, for fear that Zhou Ci would be outside and disobey and not apply the medicine properly.
"Mrs. Zhou is worried about me?"
Song Yu said stubbornly: "Do you need me to feel sorry for you?"
Maybe because she heard Zhou Ci call her "Mrs. Zhou" so often, Song Yu has become accustomed to him calling her "Mrs. Zhou" from time to time. She no longer feels uncomfortable and uneasy like she did at the beginning.
She checked the time and it was already 7:30 in the morning: "I won't talk to you for now. I need to get up and have a meeting in the morning. You should catch up on some sleep."
"Okay, I'll finish my work and go back as soon as possible."
"Well, I'll wait for you at home."
Song Yu just said this casually. She didn't have any thoughts in her mind when she said it, but she couldn't help but let the listeners think too much. Her phone turned off, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips. Fang Hao, who had been waiting on the side, looked at her several times.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yu got up, washed, went out of the room to have breakfast, and then went to work and went home after get off work.
When Zhou Ci was away, she went back to the Song family's old house and spent a weekend with Grandpa Song and Grandma Song.
Xia Zhi would ask her out shopping and dining, and the company would also have departmental gatherings. His busy and fulfilling life gave her many opportunities to think of Zhou Ci. Or perhaps it was just a chair Zhou Ci had sat on in the bridal chamber, or a glass he had drunk from, or more often, in the dead of night.
It's a very strange feeling.
They had not been in contact for six years, and Song Yu rarely thought of Zhou Ci. After returning to China, they lived together for a short time. He was only on a business trip for a few days, but she began to feel uncomfortable and lonely. She even had the idea that it might be a good idea to settle down with him.
Song Yu was shocked by his own understanding, and then began to laugh at himself, thinking that he was really getting old.
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After the Song family encountered a major crisis, Song Yu finally took over and began drastic reforms.
She has made outstanding achievements in recent years, and she was the one who stepped forward to resolve this crisis. No one on the board of directors opposed her taking on the position of president, and Song's father retired to the second line with peace of mind.
The sixth-generation robot is about to be released, and the new material problem has been solved. Song Yu has been extremely busy these days, leaving early and returning late, even squeezing in time for meals. He has been sitting in the R&D center, reviewing data with the chief engineer, awaiting the results.
Today is another Friday, and Song Yu didn't get home until after nine o'clock in the evening. She threw her bag casually at the entrance and collapsed on the sofa, not wanting to move, just wanting to rest for a while.
After lying there for a few minutes, Song Yu didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt a noise in the house, and the sound came from Zhou Ci's bedroom.
The aunt at home doesn’t live at home, so it’s impossible for her to be here at this time. Zhou Ci is on a business trip and hasn’t come back yet. Is there someone else at home?
Song Yu found it unbelievable that the security in this community was so poor that it didn't live up to its average price and property fees.
Before she could react, the door of Zhou Ci's room opened.
Zhou Ci's hair was still dripping with water. He only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He listened to the phone and walked out with a calm face.
When they saw each other, they were both stunned.
Zhou Ci left for a business trip quietly and came back quietly without telling Song Yu.
Song Yu went to work and came home as usual, completely unaware of the situation.
Zhou Ci was the first to react. He hung up the phone with a few words and looked at Song Yu again: "You're off work so late?"
The image of Song Yu lying on the sofa was quite indecent. The little fairy was also a flesh and blood body. She was exhausted and just wanted to find a comfortable posture to relax.
Seeing Zhou Ci looking at her, she sat up a little embarrassedly, cleared her throat and said, "When did you come back? I just heard the noise and thought there was a burglar in the house."
"Noon." Zhou Ci went to the water bar and poured a glass of warm water. He walked over to sit next to Song Yu and handed her the glass: "Drink some water. Your lips look a little dry."
Song Yu was indeed thirsty, and she didn't act pretentiously. She took the cup and drank the water in one breath. After finishing, she handed the cup to him and said confidently: "I want another drink."
Zhou Ci stood up again and poured another glass of water. Song Yu drank it in one gulp and felt like he was alive again.
"So tired?" Zhou Ci watched her finish her drink and took the empty cup. "Take care of yourself no matter how busy you are."
Song Yu took a breath and said, "I've been a bit busy lately. The new product is about to be launched, and the entire research center is testing data."
She turned around and realized that the loose bath towel on him couldn't cover anything.
The light from the crystal chandelier enveloped Zhou Ci, his skin gleaming damply in the warm glow, like cold jade soaked in water. His hair was still dripping with water, droplets trickling down his collarbone, meandering down the ravines of his chest muscles, gathering into a thin stream between his abdominal muscles, and disappearing into the bath towel. The knot of the bath towel hung at his hips, and the folds of his mermaid line sank into the shadows, rising and falling with his breathing into a breathtaking arc. Song Yu had experienced that arc firsthand. Even when she was drunk and blacked out, she remembered crying in pain in her dreams, but later...
Song Yu's thoughts drifted away. She felt her throat dry, her fingers unconsciously gripped the soft leather on the armrest of the sofa, and her legs hidden in her skirt unconsciously came together.
Zhou Ci suddenly chuckled, interrupting Song Yu's distraction. He leaned over and brushed his knuckles against the diamond on her wedding ring: "Are you stunned?"
The scent of shower gel mixed with bergamot and cedar hit his face. Song Yu retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and his back sank deeply into the back of the sofa. The collar that had been loosened when he entered the door was torn open, revealing a white and smooth collarbone.
Zhou Ci's eyes were glued to the scenery, his Adam's apple rolling: "What were you thinking about just now?"
Song Yu turned his head to avoid his gaze: "Can you go back to your room and put on your clothes first?"
Zhou Ci's low laugh shook the air, but the words he said were a refusal: "No, home is a place to relax. It's very comfortable to wear this way after taking a shower."
He rested one arm on Song Yu's ear, his breathing so close that Song Yu could even feel the rhythm of his chest rising and falling. A drop of water that had not been wiped off fell on her collarbone, and the cold touch made Song Yu tremble slightly. The drop of water then slid along the texture of her skin and into the depths of her collar.
Zhou Ci's fingertips traced the water marks and rubbed them to the edge of the collar. Just as he was about to penetrate, he stopped: "Sister, your heartbeat is faster than that day."
Song Yu grabbed his wrist, the pulse under her palm was no less intense than hers. She retorted, "Do you think you're any better than me? It's still the same."
Zhou Ci tilted his head slightly to look at her: "Can I teach you the most accurate way to measure your heart rate?" His hand slid towards her carotid artery, lingering on the pulsating blood vessels, "Here... here..." His fingers slowly moved down along the spine, stopping at the sensitive spot on her lower back, "And... here..."
The lower back was Song Yu's sensitive area, and she couldn't help but gasp: "How come you are so good now?" He was obviously just a little virgin back then, although he was a very capable little virgin, but he was not as good at flirting as he is now.
Zhou Ci lowered his eyes and stared at her pink lips: "It's been six years. Time makes people progress."
The air began to become sticky, and Song Yu suddenly realized that their current posture was very dangerous. Zhou Ci's knee had been pressed between her legs without her knowing when, and his body temperature was surprisingly hot through her thin clothes.
She began to reach out and push Zhou Ci. During the struggle, the edge of the bath towel was torn open, and her breathing suddenly became heavy.
"Sister, if you keep moving around..." Zhou Ci suddenly grabbed Song Yu's neck and forced her to look up, his nose rubbing against her earlobe. "The towel will protest."
The hot breath made Song Yu's ears numb, and the astonishing outline lurking under the bath towel became clearer as he moved closer.
Song Yu pressed against his chest in panic. Her mind was in a hurry and she instantly lost the ability to organize her words: "You..."
Zhou Ci's expression was innocent: "Sister, I am a man, and a young man at that. This is a natural reaction and I can't control it."
He propped himself up slightly, and the towel became looser due to the large movement. Song Yu's eyes were uneasy and he had nowhere to look. "Then stay away from me, you're poking me."
Zhou Ci didn't want to miss the opportunity: "Sister, are you shy?"
Song Yu was embarrassed and annoyed, and raised his head angrily: "Are you deliberately seducing me?"
Zhou Ci moved closer, stared into her eyes and asked, "Have you been seduced by me, sister?"
"I..." How could Song Yu answer this? Admitting that she was seduced by Zhou Ci's masculinity was not in line with her position as a sister. She didn't really think about the rest.
Zhou Ci was able to build such a big career at such a young age. Besides being smart and ruthless, he also knew how to seize opportunities. "Sister, do you know what I want to do most right now?"
He suddenly grabbed Song Yu's hand and pulled it towards the center of the bath towel. The touch made Song Yu gasp in surprise. She wanted to pull her hand back, but Zhou Ci held it tightly.
It was a very special feeling, pulsating in Song Yu's palm through the pure cotton bath towel, like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage, making Song Yu very nervous.
Zhou Ci leaned over with heavy breathing and whispered in her ear, "I want you to count how many times it jumps for me. I really want to..." He buried his nose in the crook of her neck and sniffed deeply, biting that place dangerously. "But I know you definitely don't want to, and I don't want to force you, but it's really uncomfortable. I feel like I'm going to explode on the spot."
Song Yu didn't know where she got the strength to push Zhou Ci away. She jumped up from the sofa, her palms sweaty, and her voice stuttered: "Do you want to drink some ice water to cool down?"
Zhou Ci looked at her aggrievedly, and Song Yu looked away in panic: "No, if you don't want to, then, then go to bed early. I, I'm going to take a shower."
After Song Yu finished speaking, he turned around and fled.
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