Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

The sinister anger was clearly transmitted through the hands that landed on her shoulders.

Song Chenxi was in a daze.

Since getting married, he has never bothered to touch her.

She was almost forgetting the warmth that belonged to Gong Chen...

With a snap, Song Chenxi raised her hand expressionlessly and slapped away Gong Chen's big palm on her shoulder.

Perhaps he didn't expect her to do this, so Gong Chen was silent for a while!

"You never ask me where I usually go, so what's so strange about me today?"

Under the cold silver moonlight, Song Chenxi's delicate face was full of sarcasm.

"you've been drinking?"

The oncoming aroma of alcohol made Gong Chen frown.

Song Chenxi frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach after drinking alcohol.

Turn around and prepare to continue upstairs to rest.

"Song Chenxi, I'm asking you something!"

Gong Chen clearly felt that something was wrong with Song Chenxi tonight, but he still suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked in a cold tone.

Song Chenxi's steps suddenly stopped.

The elegant curves on the back are immersed in light and shadow, and are infinitely stretched on the ground.

"Are you asking me a question?"

Song Chenxi's gaze fell into the distance. Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, she found this scene so ridiculous.

A window in the villa was opened, and a cool breeze rushed in, blowing her long hair away.

Song Chenxi slowly turned around and looked directly into Gong Chen's eyes.

"Gong Chen, don't speak to me in that commanding tone when facing subordinates."

Her eyes were as seamless as her voice.

Facing those eyes, Gong Chen's heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by something invisible. Just as it was causing a dull pain, his temples suddenly began to hurt violently, causing his expression to return to a cold expression.

"Do you know how much embarrassment your failure to show up today caused Zhiyun?"

Gong Chen suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Song Chenxi's wrist with his big palm, and pulled her to him.

Hot breath sprayed on Song Chenxi's face.

The skin of my wrist is cold and delicate.

"In the eyes of outsiders, haven't our sisters already been torn apart because of you? Why do we still have to pretend to be singing and dancing? Aren't you tired?"

Song Chenxi tried to withdraw her wrist, but failed.

"So who exactly are you with tonight?"

Being so close, I could vaguely smell the hot pot smell on her body.

hot pot?

In Gong Chen's memory, Song Chenxi was a cold and mechanical woman. There was nothing else in her life except work and being against Yi Zhiyun.

How could she eat such a down-to-earth thing as hot pot?

Suddenly, Song Chenxi chuckled.

Following Gong Chen's hand, he took two steps forward, bringing the distance between the two closer and closer.

There is no gap.

“Do you care who I’m with?”

The smell of wine spreads out in front of you.

Obviously this was the smell he hated the most, but Gong Chen didn't avoid it, he just looked down at her eyes.

"You don't even care!"

Song Chenxi chuckled mockingly.

What Gong Chen cares about is whether Zhiyun is taking the medicine well.

What Gong Chen cares about is whether Zhiyun is in good health.

There was nothing that he cared about for her sake.

"care?"

The severe forehead pain made Gong Chen feel strong disgust in his heart.

"Song Chenxi, are you worthy?"

As he spoke, Gong Chen tightened his palm even harder, as if he wanted to embed it deeply.

With a squeaking sound, he tore open Song Chenxi's collar and exposed his arms. The terrifying white scar was exposed!

"In order to pretend to be my savior, is it worthy to imitate Zhiyun's wounds?"

Fat Yang is still in a period of calm acceptance, thank you to the little cuties for their encouragement.