Chapter 242

Pressing down his mind, Zhou's father took a deep look at Zhou Ruoyan and asked in a low voice, "is this your decision?"

"Well," Zhou Ruoyan nodded slowly, and finally raised his eyes to his father.

Zhou's father's eyes were a little bit frosty, and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"Since it's your decision, don't regret it," Zhou said in a deep voice.

Zhou Ruoyan bit his teeth and nodded deeply.

"My daughter is unfilial and has failed to live up to my father's expectations," Zhou Ruoyan stood up and gave a deep salute.

At this time, she did not have the usual arrogance, in the face of Song Ci's flower maniac also converged completely, only the corner of her mouth with a light smile, looking a bit fresh and bright.

Zhou's father didn't speak. He just waved his hand to indicate that the other party was ready to leave.

Zhou Ruoyan didn't say anything more. He turned around cleanly and left with a straight back. He seemed to be a bit arrogant.

Watching each other's figure gradually disappear in front of him, Zhou's father seems to have lost all his strength and suddenly fell on the chair.

His lips kept wriggling, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Maybe this is the evil fate," Zhou's father murmured silently. The emotion in his eyes changed constantly. In the end, there was only a dark silence.

Coincidentally, Zhou Ruoyan just walked out of the yard and saw the figure coming far away.

Once upon a time, Zhou Ruoyan's straight back was like a God in her heart, which she always pursued.

But now, all the emotions have been removed, Zhou Ruoyan found that Song Ci is just like this.

But when I looked at him with light in my eyes, it seemed that he was very dazzling. Now the light is gone, and the dust on him is revealed.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ruoyan couldn't help laughing bitterly and shaking his head gently.

"But even if this person is covered with dust, how about it? This is still the person he has been chasing for a long time, and there is no way back," Zhou Ruoyan told himself word by word in his heart, and the expression on his face gradually returned to calm.

Song Ci had long forgotten what he had said and done. Looking at Zhou Ruoyan standing there, he couldn't help but squint his eyes. His eyes quickly crossed a little impatient.

But this kind of emotion just flashed by, and was soon hidden by him, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be very happy.

"Yan'er," Song Ci said with a light smile. He was never so kind when he spoke.

Looking at his expression, Zhou Ruoyan's mental emotion is more serious, but the smile on his face is very sweet.

"Three princes," she carefully line a ceremony, the expression on the face is very coquettish.

Just thinking about Song Ci's address for himself, Zhou Ruoyan drooped his eyelids and had a little guess in his heart.

It is a great challenge for Song Ci to suppress the dissatisfaction with Zhou Ruoyan in his heart. At this time, when he shouts, he doesn't know what to say.

Zhou Ruoyan didn't mean to help him. He stood in front of her with a low eyebrow. The corners of his mouth were gently raised. His face was ruddy and alive. He was moistened by love.

Seeing this, Song Ci couldn't help laughing in his heart, for her disdain more and more strong.

After standing for a while, the expression on Song Ci's face could not hold on.

"The third prince is better now?" Zhou Ruoyan gave him a worried look and asked softly.

Song Ci's eyes quickly across a bit at a loss, and soon remembered his headache when he woke up.

He unconsciously moved his fingers, then shook his head with a smile. Wen Sheng said, "don't worry, now I don't feel much."

Zhou Ruoyan then restrained his worry in his eyes, bit his lip and said shyly, "don't drink a lot of wine after the third prince. It's bad for your health."

Song Ci's eyes flashed for a moment, then nodded disapprovingly.

They said a few more words, then they passed each other and left.

Wait until the back to each other, two people's expression immediately converged up, gloomy let the people beside can't help but feel cold in the heart.

Song Ci knew the layout of Zhou's mansion like the palm of his hand, and he didn't need others to lead the way, so he walked to Zhou's father's study.

Just after a conversation with Zhou Ruoyan just now, Song Ci unconsciously began to explore his lost memory.

Although his mind is still a blank, but it seems that there is an instinct constantly remind him that there is something he must know in the lost memory.

But Song Ci racked his brain for a long time, the blank is still no change.

Looking at the familiar door in front of him, Song Ci slowly spits out a mouthful of turbid air, and silently suppresses this matter.

"Uncle," Song Ci cried with a smile, looking very sincere.But hearing his voice, Zhou's father's heart trembled involuntarily, and gradually sank a little.

Once upon a time, he didn't know what Song Ci really thought. He was a little proud of this title, and he felt more and more worthy of his support.

But now, looking at Song Ci's smile, he can't help but get excited and become alert.

Because he didn't know what price Song Ci needed to pay, and he didn't know whether the other side was calculating himself in the bottom of his heart.

He is not afraid of the ups and downs of Guanhai, but he is afraid of seeing his nephew stabbing him in the back.

In his heart, his emotions changed a lot, but the expression on his father's face didn't change. At least Song Ci didn't find the vigilance in his heart.

"Awake? Does the head still hurt? " Zhou's father stepped forward and patted Song Ci on the shoulder. Lang asked with a smile.

In making this series of actions, Zhou's father's eyes have been fixed on Song Ci's face, exploring each other's emotional changes.

But what he saw was the name of song Ciliao, which was a little embarrassed. He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, just like a child who was at a loss in front of his elders.

"I had drunk a little too much yesterday, and I hope my uncle won't tell my mother," Song said with a flattering smile, with a natural expression and no reluctance.

If Zhou's father had not heard his declaration yesterday, he would not have doubted whether Song Ci had any dissatisfaction with himself.

He dropped his eyelids quietly and sighed in his heart. On the surface, he pretended to be dissatisfied and took a look at Song Ci. He said, "don't drink too much in the future. If it's bad, it's bad."

Song Ci nodded with a smile and helped Zhou Fu to sit on the chair beside him.