Chen Zongci finished smoking.
The nearest trash can was at Zhou Zhijing's feet. He walked over and flicked his finger, but he failed to control the force. The cigarette butt accidentally hit Zhou Zhijing's ankle, and then fell at her feet.
The cigarette butt that has just been extinguished is still warm.
Zhou Zhijing unconsciously put her feet together, and the bit of burning pain quickly spread from her ankles, wrapping around her lungs, and her heart began to beat wildly.
She was a little thirsty and had a sweet but spicy aftertaste in her mouth.
Fast food can always give people the most direct and straightforward happiness.
In Zhou Zhijing's dark pupils, there was the night outside the window.
The restless factor hidden deep in my heart began to beat, wanting to break through the taboo and have a moment of pleasure.
Chen Zongci's body had a very light fragrance, which smelled particularly good. It adhered firmly to his body, and even the smell of tobacco could not be covered up.
This smell is the same as Lin Xuqiu's.
Chen Zongci picked up the cigarette butts and threw them into the trash can.
When he stood up, he met Zhou Zhijing's gaze.
These eyes are calm and cold, with a bit of weakness hidden in them.
This is the deadliest hook to hold it firmly.
The bruises on his face were conspicuous and painful.
Chen Zongci said without warmth: "Send you home."
It's not a question, it's a forced statement.
Later.
Under the shocked eyes of the clerk, Zhou Zhijing followed Chen Zongci and got into the Bugatti.
She fastened her seat belt, but Chen Zongci did not drive immediately.
He handed her the awkward package of condoms in his hand and said, "Put it away for me."
Zhou Zhijing paused for a second and took it, and was about to open the storage box on the passenger seat.
Chen Zongci reminded: "Put it in your bag. Qiuqiu can't see this."
Zhou Zhijing obeyed and put the condom into his bag.
Chen Zongci: "Take it apart and count how many there are in total."
Zhou Zhijing was very calm and was ready for everything from the moment she chose to follow him into the car.
She remained silent and opened the pink box. Even though it read on the package, she still counted it carefully.
Chen Zongci lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on her fingers.
Her nails are cleanly trimmed, slender and white, and her fingertips are a healthy pink. There is a very small mole on the tip of the ring finger of her right hand, which grows in a strange way.
"Ten."
Ten condoms were neatly held in her hand.
Underneath the calmness lies the turbulent waves.
Chen Zongci looked away, responded lightly, and started the car.
Zhou Zhijing didn't report his address, and Chen Zongci didn't ask.
But the car has a purpose.
Zhou Zhijing knew it very well.
The destination is the abyss.
…
When you are in love and your ears are hot.
Chen Zongci pinched her ankle and warned in a deep voice, "Stay away from Qiuqiu."
Although he was so enthusiastic, his voice was cold, as if he had no desire at all.
Zhou Zhijing was speechless.
Her whole body was in chaos. Sometimes she was sent to heaven, and sometimes she was violently dragged to hell.
Countless fragments intertwined in her mind, making her sober and indulged.
She struggled to hold on to his neck, and when she couldn't bear the load, she couldn't help but bite him on the shoulder.
Then called his name over and over again.
The bright light made everything about her clearly revealed. It also allowed her to see clearly what she was doing.
When Zhou Zhijing was about to fall asleep in a daze, she felt someone clasping her face, and a warm and soft touch fell on the side of her face. She felt itchy and a little painful, and wanted to push the person away. Whispered in pain.
"Who hit him?" There was pity in his words.
Zhou Zhijing shrank down and covered his face with his hands, "Don't worry about it."
She was so tired that she just wanted to sleep and didn't want to talk.
The man didn't ask any more questions, just pulled her hand away and asked softly in her ear: "How many more are there?"
Zhou Zhijing's heart tightened and he subconsciously wanted to escape.
Before she could even get out of bed, she was pulled back by him and trapped under him, leaving her with nowhere to escape.
early morning.
Zhou Zhijing was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone. She opened her eyes with difficulty and vaguely saw the man's slender figure. She took her cell phone and went outside.
It seemed like I heard him call me uncle.
This title made Zhou Zhijing gradually wake up and stop staying in bed. She glanced at the time and happened to see a transfer message, and then a text message from her brother-in-law, telling her to accept it as soon as possible.
It's so funny to think of sending her away with 10,000 yuan.
After she returned the money, she went into the bathroom to take a shower.
The bruises on his face were deeper than yesterday and slightly swollen.
How ugly.
She suddenly remembered that last night, Chen Zongci refused to turn off the lights, and she had such a face...
His face felt hot, and he stopped thinking about more ridiculous measures.
She picked up the condoms scattered on the floor. There were six more. She organized it and put it in the drawer of the bedside table.
Out of the room.
Zhou Zhijing heard a familiar voice introducing himself.
Jiang Jinhao is her brother-in-law.
She listened for a while and then walked towards the kitchen.
Chen Zongci was sitting on the sofa with his legs open, his elbows resting on his knees, and he was playing with cufflinks with his eyes downcast, listening to the other person's story indifferently.
The position of marketing director has always been vacant. When Chen Jingshan was in the planning department, he had been serving as the marketing director concurrently. Under his management, the two departments cooperated in an orderly manner.
Now that Chen Zongci is back and his positions have been adjusted, Chen Jingshan proposed several places and proposed internal competition for positions.
This morning was the interview time they had finalized. Several leaders from related departments met together to discuss the scoring and strive to be fair.
Chen Zongci couldn't catch up, so he participated remotely via video.
Zhou Zhijing poured a glass of water and put it in Chen Zongci's hand. He squatted down at his feet and helped him with his cuffs.
He looked over from the corner of his eye.
The swollen face was even uglier than yesterday.
Chen Zongci’s video was enlarged on the projection screen.
The sudden appearance of hands in the camera caught the attention of several leaders at the scene, including Chen Jingshan.
