Divorce tonight, I will turn around and marry a top boss for the second time

Zhou Anan's cheeks and ears turned red instantly. She lowered her head shyly, her hands nervously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Fu Sirong chuckled and asked softly, "An An, what's wrong?"

When the word "An'an" reached Zhou An'an's ears, her body felt numb as if she had been electrocuted.

Zhou Anan stammered, "No, no."

Fu Sirong didn't move, and Zhou Anan didn't look up and didn't know what Fu Sirong was doing.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands gently pinched her chin and lifted her eyes. She met Fu Sirong's deep eyes and she missed a beat.

Fu Sirong's voice was slightly hoarse: "An An, we..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Anan quickly turned her head away, and Fu Sirong stood up instantly.

Zhou Junjie's voice came from outside the door: "An An, are you in there?"

Zhou Anan coughed and answered loudly: "Brother, I'm here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Junjie opened the door and walked in.

As soon as I came in, I saw Fu Sirong facing the wall, as if he was thinking about his mistakes.

Zhou Junjie looked at him doubtfully and asked Zhou Anan curiously: "Anan, what's going on?"

Zhou Anan touched her hair guiltily and explained, "He is autistic."

"Autistic?" Zhou Junjie frowned: "What's there to be autistic about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Junjie noticed that Zhou Anan's face was very red. Thinking that she had a fever, he put his hand on her forehead.

The next second, Zhou Junjie said in confusion: "You don't have a fever, and the weather is getting cold. An An, why is your face so red?"

Zhou Anan's heart skipped a beat and she instantly became panicked.

She uttered a cry, not caring about the injury on her leg that hadn't fully healed yet. She got out of bed and pushed Zhou Junjie out: "Brother, I still need to rest. You go back first."

"Why."

Zhou Junjie was very puzzled.

But even if he can't be in the room, that kid Fu Sirong can't be there either!

He said, "An An, wait a minute."

Zhou Anan paused and watched Zhou Junjie walk back into the room and pull Fu Sirong out.

Zhou Junjie smiled and said, "An An, have a good rest."

After saying that, he considerately helped Zhou Anan close the door.

Behind the door, Zhou Anan suddenly burst out laughing and returned to bed with a blushing face.

Outside the door, when Zhou Junjie looked at Fu Sirong, he realized that his condition seemed to be wrong.

His eye twitched and he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Sirong shook his head: "No, I have to go to class, I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he quickly left Zhou Junjie.

Zhou Junjie did not react as he watched Fu Sirong disappear from his sight.

A servant came over and said respectfully, "Second Young Master, the old man wants you to come over."

Zhou Junjie felt something was wrong, but he still followed the maid.

As soon as he saw Mr. Zhou, he asked bluntly, "Ajie, did you see the young lady from the merchant shop last time?"

Zhou Junjie lowered his head guiltily and said quickly, "I see."

"Huh?" Old Master Zhou obviously didn't believe it. He knew his grandson's temper very well.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it from Grandpa Zhou, Zhou Junjie said helplessly: "Grandpa, I'm busy recently, so..."

"Go meet him soon."

Before he could finish his words, Mr. Zhou gave his order in a decisive tone.

He said calmly: “Now, call Miss Shang and take the initiative to ask her out.”

"Grandpa, this is not necessary." The more Zhou Junjie spoke, the lower his voice became.

Old Master Zhou stared at him closely, and the door was closed by the servants. Two servants stood at the door, making it clear that they would not let him leave unless he made the call today.

Zhou Junjie sighed helplessly and had to take out his mobile phone to open the chat box. The note he gave to the other party was still Miss Merchant.

After making the call, he turned on the speakerphone.

beep...

After a while, the call was connected.

A clear voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello."

Zhou Junjie coughed and said, "Hello, Miss Shang, I'm Zhou Junjie. May I ask how you are doing this week..."

Mr. Zhou stared at him and whispered, "Tomorrow."

Zhou Junjie had no choice but to change the subject and ask, "Excuse me, are you free tomorrow? Let's have dinner together."

The person on the other end of the phone hesitated for a while before agreeing.

After hanging up the phone, the servant standing at the door made way and the door opened.

Zhou Junjie said helplessly: "Okay, now we have an appointment."

Mr. Zhou smiled with satisfaction: "That's good, that's good."

He reached out and gently patted Zhou Junjie's shoulder, and advised: "She is a good girl. When you meet her, don't lose face for our Zhou family. Be polite."

Listening to Mr. Zhou's mumbling, Zhou Junjie nodded and responded perfunctorily.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Zhou Junjie was woken up by the servant: "Second Young Master, get up. The old man asked you to put on the clothes for your date today and show them to him."

Grandpa is really worried about his marriage.

Zhou Junjie sat up with his eyes blurry. He got up and picked out a set of clothes from the closet and put them on. As soon as he reached the door of Mr. Zhou's room, he was driven out by Mr. Zhou.

It took Mr. Zhou an hour to go back and forth before he finally found an outfit that satisfied him.

Mr. Zhou smiled amiably and looked Zhou Junjie up and down: "This set can only show off Ajie's handsomeness."

Zhou Junjie looked a little tired. When he went out, the driver was already waiting at the door on time.

The agreed place was not far away and we arrived there in less than half an hour.

When I got to the door, the waitress came up and politely asked, "Hello sir, do you have a reservation?"

Zhou Junjie nodded and gave his name. The young lady's eyes lit up and she quickly took Zhou Junjie to the seat.

He sat in his seat, looking at the time.

I arrived ten minutes earlier than the agreed time. This was also something my grandfather had specifically instructed me to do, saying that men should not make women wait.

The waiting time was very long. He took a sip of tea, looked out the window from time to time, and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone from time to time, wanting time to pass faster.

Nine minutes later, a cold voice sounded in front of him: "Hello, Master Zhou Er."

Zhou Junjie looked up, and when he saw Shang Shixu, his heart skipped a beat. The video on his phone was still playing, but he was stunned.

Shang Shixu frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhou Junjie's eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Master Zhou Er, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Junjie suddenly came to his senses, subconsciously sat up straight, locked the phone screen, and turned it upside down on the table.

He said in a gentlemanly manner, "Hello, I'm Zhou Junjie, I don't know your name yet."

Shang Shixu smiled slightly: "Hello, Master Zhou Er, I am Shang Shixu."

Business time series?

He seemed to have heard this name somewhere.