Song Wushuang held the bright red roses and had nowhere to place them. After all, Zhou Ziyun's memorial service was dominated by white roses, so she thought she could only temporarily put the flowers in Room 404, where she had lived before.

She arrived at the door of 404 and rummaged through her pockets for a while, but she couldn't find the room key. Instead, she found the lotus jade pendant. She must have borrowed the pendant from Xiao He and put it in her trouser pocket.

Just as she was hesitating, the door to the room suddenly opened from the inside out. She was so frightened that she took a step back. Before she could stand still, she was pulled into the room.

She exclaimed in fright, and was pushed against the door by the man, covering her mouth and nose.

Only then did she realize that this was not Zhou Zihe. What was he doing?

"My dear, it's me, Zihe." His voice was low, but his tone was frivolous. "Don't scream, it won't be good if you disturb the guests. Now I just want to be with you quietly, without anyone.

The interruption.”

Song Wushuang nodded repeatedly, and then he loosened his grip on her mouth and nose, lovingly and gently smoothed the hair on her cheeks, looking into her eyes with a secret look.

He gently lifted her chin with his index finger and whispered softly, "My dear, long time no see. Do you miss me?"

He was so good at teasing and flirting that Song Wushuang didn't dare to be presumptuous and couldn't say anything for a while.

But he lowered his head, slowly approached her lips, touched it gently, and then said leisurely close to her ears, "You know, I don't like you to be with other men, because you are mine, you are mine

One person’s.”

Song Wushuang was a little dizzy. She had never heard Zhou Zihe talk about love before. She didn't expect that when he saw Kang Shaolan being attentive to her, he would force Zhou Zihe to say so many sweet love words.

"Actually, you love me too, right?" Song Wushuang couldn't express it in words, but still wanted to prove it.

"Yes, I love you the most. You are the only one I love the most!" Zhou Zihe gently held her face, lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"You are mine, you are mine alone." His eyes were blurry, and his tone was floating, making everything seem so unreal.

When Zhou Zihe kissed her eyes and cheeks until their lips touched each other, Song Wushuang was already in a state of confusion and infatuation. She turned from passive to active, climbed onto his neck, and responded to his kiss passionately until the end of time.

It wasn't until her back felt a chill that she realized that at some point, Zhou Zihe had unbuttoned her clothes and taken off her coat.

She regained her consciousness instantly and pushed her away.

"What's wrong?" Although he smiled, his eyes were cold.

His cold fingers gently passed her lips, his eyes were slightly cold, as if asking for a result, "Tell me, who do you belong to?"

Song Wushuang didn't know how to deal with the rapid development of the relationship between the two. He was afraid that he was not enthusiastic enough and repelled Zhou Zihe's actions to express his love for her. "I belong to you and you alone."

"Then why did you reject me?"

"I just...just feel like we're going too fast?"

"Why do you feel happy when love is like this?" His eyes suddenly fell on the bouquet of roses, and his mood began to become indifferent, "It's hard to say that you still like Kang Shaolan?"

"No, no, no, I don't like him."

"Then why did you accept his flower?" He snatched the rose and threw it hard on the ground. The petals were scattered all over the ground. He didn't have enough, so he stepped on it heavily, as if trampling on Kang Shaolan's heart. "It's hard for you.

I don’t know, do roses represent love? Do you dare to say that he has no love for you? "

He suddenly became violent and pulled her hard, causing her to fall to the ground hard.

Her wrist hit the ground unprepared, and the excruciating pain made her afraid to move.

She couldn't believe all this. How could such a gentle and elegant Zhou Zihe become so crazy?

He rushed over, picked up Song Wushuang, and threw her on the bed. Song Wushuang's wrist seemed to have signs of bone cracks, which made her miserable.

"Zhou Zihe, what's wrong with you?" Song Wushuang began to suspect that he was prone to domestic violence.

He pulled off his tie and threw it aside, smiling strangely, "Isn't this exactly what you dreamed of?"

Song Wushuang was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly and almost burst into tears. However, Zhou Zihe ignored him and took off his white shirt, revealing his strong chest, and then pressed towards her.

"Mr. Zhou, please wake up."

He put his index finger on his lips and said softly, "I'm not Mr. Zhou. Call me Zihe."

This sentence stimulated Song Wushuang's brain, and she suddenly thought that Zhou Zihe had been like this before. After he woke up, he completely forgot what happened.

Song Wushuang put her hands against his chest and asked carefully and tentatively, "You are not Zhou Zihe, are you?"

He smiled evilly, "I'm Zihe."

"So, you are Zihe, not Zhou Zihe?"

"You are so smart, how could I not like you."

Song Wushuang thought to himself that it was not good. If you were to be superstitious, he was possessed by a ghost. If you were to explain it from a scientific perspective, then there was a second personality hidden in Zhou Zihe's body.

Zhou Zihe's second personality will be activated as long as it is emotionally stimulated. Presumably this time Kang Shaolan gave her a rose, which stimulated Zhou Zihe again, and this second personality called "Zihe" would awaken.

His second personality "Zi He" is completely opposite to Zhou Zi He's character. He is possessive, flamboyant, and even violent.

If Zhou Zihe hadn't suffered great psychological trauma as a child, it would have been An Xin's death that contributed to the existence of "Zi He".

He suddenly grabbed Song Wushuang's hand, leaving her no room to resist. "My mother and sister don't agree with our marriage, it doesn't matter. As long as we have children, they will no longer object to us being together."

Song Wushuang quickly translated the meaning behind this sentence in his mind, and it must be peace of mind.

Mrs. Zhou and the eldest lady of the Zhou family did not agree with Zhou Zihe and An Xin being together. Not only that, judging from what happened before, the young lady of the Zhou family ultimately contributed to their separation.

This is a love that the whole family is opposed to. How difficult is it for Zhou Zihe? How much more difficult is it to feel at ease?

No wonder An Xin disappeared in the end. He must have left here because he couldn't bear everyone's opposition.

"Zi He" clumsily tried to take off her clothes with one hand. Song Wushuang naturally couldn't let things develop in an uncontrollable direction. She suddenly shouted with a painful expression, "My heart, my heart hurts so much!"

Sure enough, he stopped his rough movements and asked doubtfully, "Do you have a heart disease?"

Song Wushuang nodded, his eyes fell on the dressing table, and he said weakly, "Medicine, medicine."

Sure enough, he panicked and went to look for medicine in the drawer of the dressing table. "There's none."

"Look for it more carefully."

Song Wushuang looked at the window sill, only the precious orchid was blooming quietly. She got out of bed lightly, lifted the orchid, and pointed it at Zhou Zihe's head. At this time, he suddenly

Turning around, "There is no medicine here..." Before he could finish his words, he stared at Song Wushuang's actions in disbelief, "Only I can love you wholeheartedly, Zhou Zihe is a coward."

Song Wushuang aimed at his head and slammed down the pot of flowers, "He is not a coward, he is a man who shoulders many responsibilities."

"Zihe" fainted.

Based on last experience, he will be back to normal after a while when he wakes up.

Song Wushuang arranged her clothes, combed her hair, and sat aside waiting for him to wake up, but for a while, he still showed no sign of waking up.

She was a little anxious, wondering if she had struck too hard, so she came closer and carefully inspected the wound on his head. Apart from some swelling, there was no trace of blood at all.

She checked Zhou Zihe's breathing again, and everything was normal.

"You won't get a concussion from me." Song Wushuang was worried and didn't know what to do until she heard snoring and determined that he was too tired during this period and fell asleep.

Song Wushuang finally let go of his worries and thought about taking him to see a psychiatrist if he had the chance. He could not let Zhou Zihe's second personality come out and let the world wander again.

This "Zi He" is a master of charming people. If he were to take over Zhou Zi He's good skin, he would harm many little girls, and how many girls would be able to withstand his flirting methods.

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window. It was completely dark.

In the darkness, those twinkling stars, although they only have a little energy, are not afraid of being weak, but they will gather into a sea of ​​light, giving people hope.

She pushed the door open and went out, thinking about everyone's hard work in preparing for the memorial service, so she asked the kitchen to make some midnight snacks to fill her stomach. She also made some tonic soup for Zhou Zihe. She just hoped that his body would be strong and that his second personality "Zihe" would be forever.

Don't show up.

She came to the lobby on the first floor and there was no one around. She looked at the sky outside the door and found that it was dawn.

She stood there in shock and was at a loss.

She hurriedly ran upstairs and reached the third floor, but was stopped by the iron door of the balcony on the fourth floor. She screamed inwardly, "Impossible, this is impossible."

After pushing open the iron door, the open sky garden appeared in front of us. At this time, the sky was cloudless and clear.

She looked outside the building. Not far away, there were many tall buildings, and she could vaguely see the Oriental Pearl Tower.

She couldn't believe that she suddenly returned to modern times.

So, what should Zhou Zihe, who is still a citizen, do?

"Why are you standing at the front desk in a daze? There are no customers today?" It was her boss at Hyundai who spoke. He was turning the car keys in his hand with a cynical look.

This time, she really confirmed that she was back.

He sat down on the sofa and said, "Hurry up and give me a glass of ice mineral water. It's really hot outside. I don't want to go out to play. I'd better stay in the store."

She looked at the antique clock and saw that it was already three fifteen.

If I remember correctly, that mysterious old lady came to the store at three o'clock in the afternoon.

In other words, my trip to the Republic of China only lasted a few minutes.

"Song Wushuang, Manager Song, Miss Song, Song Xiaohua!"

She suddenly came to her senses and immediately stopped her boss from continuing, "Zhou Duojin, don't mention my nickname."

"Don't call me that. The name on my ID card is Zhou Changsheng."

"Then the name on my ID card is still Song Wushuang."

"I think Xiaohua sounds pretty nice. It's awkward to call you Manager Song, but Xiaohua is kind."

"I also think Zhou Duojin sounds better. It is also your responsibility to attract money for Sansheng B&B."

Zhou Duojin went to the freezer under the counter and took out a bottle of mineral water. He drank a few sips and said, "Cheer up. If you don't have customers, you won't have customers. I'll give you the same salary, and you won't lose a penny."

"Don't worry, when I open a branch of Sansheng B&B, you will be the general manager."

So what about the manager, so what about the general manager, there are four people in the store. One is the boss Zhou Duojin, the other is the manager Song Wushuang, Sister Li who cleans the house, and Master Liu who cooks. For this size, she is the manager

The positions are all vacant.

Song Wushuang ignored him. Half of her thoughts remained in the Sansheng Hotel in old Shanghai.

She couldn't let go, couldn't let go of Zhou Zihe.

Is it difficult to say that everything about the Republic of China was just her imagination? Did she suffer from a physical illness?

However, the pain in her wrist was so real. It was caused by Zhou Zihe's second personality "Zi He" falling down.

Everything is so real and proves that it is not her fantasy.


Chapter completed!