Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

After Song Qingchun finished talking, he realized that he had blurted out to Su Zhinian without asking for it. Invited him to dinner? !

However, he has helped her so much, and she should have asked him to have a meal... It's just that he kept his head down so low, what does it mean? Should I refuse?

Song Qingchun thought about it and said, "If it were not for you, maybe I was caught in a dispute. When will you be free, can you spare some time for me to invite you for a meal?"

Su Zhinian listened to what Song Qingchun said again without a word, and then turned around twice in his mind, convinced that it was really not that he had auditory hallucinations, and then slowly raised his head and looked at Song Qingchun.

Because the mood was too ups and downs, in order to make the surface look calm, he held the hand of the sign pen, his strength was amazing, and his fingertips were white.

He picked up some cold coffee on the table and took a sip before speaking. The words were concise: "Okay."

Song Qingchun didn't respond to Su Zhinian's delay. He thought he was going to have no invitation to this invitation. He just wanted to whisper and said, "If it doesn't work, just forget it." "Okay", so he quickly changed his mouth: "When?"

Song Qingchun tilted his head and thought for a while. Tomorrow is just Saturday, no need to go to work, so he asked again: "Is it possible tomorrow?"

After a pause, Song Qingchun added: "Tomorrow evening?"

So she doesn’t have to cook...

Su Zhinian originally wanted to nod his head, but his mobile phone on the desktop happened to be a newsletter. He glanced sideways at the advertisement sent by 10086, which also swept to the date of the mobile phone screen, December 21.

December 24 is Christmas Eve, and December 25 is Christmas...

Su Zhinian nodded, suddenly stopped. He pondered for a while, then raised his eyelids slowly and glanced at Song Qingchun: "I have to ask the secretary's recent schedule to make a decision."

Song Qingchun froze for a moment, then blinked at Su Zhinian several times, and this reflected what he said, and then "Oh" he said, "Then you decide the time, tell me."

Su Zhinian shut her mouth and made a hum with a voice.

"If that's okay, I'll go to rest first."

Su Zhinian didn't answer any more questions, and looked down at the files on the desktop.

Song Qingchun turned around and walked away, and as soon as he walked out of the study and took the door, he immediately changed his face, spit out his tongue at the door, and then walked to his bedroom, but couldn't help Xiaosheng with Su Zhinian's tone. What he just said was repeated: "I have to ask the secretary about the latest schedule to make a decision."

"Huh...Is the shelf so big? Have a meal, and you have to look at the schedule before you can make a decision!"

"Does he think he is the President?"

"Just kidding, is Miss Ben so casual to invite guests to dinner? Do you want to hold it like this!"

Song Qingchun slammed the door of the bedroom, lying on the bed violently, leaning against the delicate crystal lamp of the ceiling, lengthened his nose, and muttered: "Su big card!"

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Su Zhinian in the study room, listening to Song Qingchun's self-talk, his eyebrows were stained with a spoiltness that he didn't even notice. He took a signature pen and just marked it on the document. He suddenly heard the next door. Song Qingchun came from the bedroom: "Oops, forget!"