The huge bathroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop as the man left.

About five or six seconds before Zhou Zhan left, Song Qingsi's voice came from the door: "Fang Ziqin, come out! I know you are inside."

Only then did she notice that her cell phone was not in her hand. She had left it on the sink in too haste when she came in.

Song Qingsi knew she was hiding in the cubicle when she saw the phone.

Fang Ziqin pushed open the door and walked out with a hint of drunkenness on his face: "Give me your phone back."

"Ziqin, since you have seen it all, I don't want to hide it from you."

Song Qingsi was like a fox with its tail exposed, her face was partly timid and partly successful: "But I hope our relationship will not break down due to personal matters. After all, university is the best..."

"Song Qingsi, are you still shameless?" Fang Ziqin glared at her and interrupted the word "best friend".

When Song Qingsi saw this, she stopped pretending and showed off: "I really think of myself as Mrs. Zhou, a woman who is about to be kicked out."

Without thinking much, Fang Ziqin slapped her on the face.

"Fang Ziqin, you bitch, how dare you hit me."

Song Qingsi covered the painful and swollen left side of her face, her face turned red and her neck was thick with anger, and her whole body felt bad.

Looking at her again, her expression was so calm that there was no fluctuation at all: "Don't mention the word bestie to me, you don't deserve it."

Song Qingsi was so frightened that she took two steps back. She subconsciously protected her face: "Fang Ziqin, do you really think of yourself as the empress of the palace? Why don't you just rely on your good family background? Mr. Zhou likes you so much that he wants to ascend to the Zhou family.

, so that your entire Fang family can be proud."

"I'm afraid no one would have thought that you are married into someone, but Zhou Zhan hasn't even looked at you, let alone touched you."

Song Qingsi's expression was domineering and her tone was arrogant and sharp: "He spends most of his time here with me, so Mrs. Zhou, the wife of the famous matchmaker, is also feeling empty and lonely, right?"

Fang Ziqin's face did not change: "No matter how miserable you are, you still have to respectfully call me Mrs. Zhou, but you can only hide in the darkness where you can't see the light. This is the difference between you and me."

"So what if you have a title if you're not favored?"

"That's better than not even having a status."

Song Qingsi's expression froze, a little embarrassed.

Fang Ziqin didn't wait for her to answer her words, put her cell phone in her pocket and walked away.

…

This happened in three days.

Fang Ziqin has been living in the apartment, and Zhou Zhan has never come back.

In more than a year of marriage, he could count on one hand the number of times he went back to his apartment.

Until that day, Zhou Zhan's personal secretary Qiao Dongsheng led Song Qingsi to the Pangu Family to view the house.

She was sitting on the sofa in the lobby, leisurely fiddling with her newly done nails. There were four or five sales ladies standing in front of her.

"You are not qualified yet, call your boss Fang out."

As she spoke, Song Qingsi's eyes fell unscrupulously on several sales ladies: "I want her to take me to see the house in person."

"Miss, Mr. Fang is in a meeting..."

"Then go call her."

Song Qingsi was aggressive and refused to give in.

After several people looked at each other, one of them had to go upstairs to call someone.

Three minutes later, a beautiful young figure came to the elevator entrance.

Facing Song Qingsi's gaze, Fang Ziqin slightly raised her lips and smiled: "Ms. Song, Pangu Family's sales time is calculated based on one thousand yuan an hour. You delayed five people's entire morning. Please go.

The front desk paid five people for five hours of service, totaling 25,000.”

Song Qingsi's expression froze.
Chapter completed!