Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian dropped the pen, leaned directly on the office chair, raised his hand, and squeezed some tired eyebrows.

The diary spread out on the table, and on the other page, a whole piece of paper was written densely.

"December 20, 2015 (in fact, it is already 1 o'clock on the 21st), there are stars and no moon.

Today, it was hard to go home early, and I received a call from Tingting on the road. I was very happy, but when I got home, I heard very unhappy words. She didn't want her to see Qin Yinan, but she was afraid that she was not happy and let her go.

I didn't think about going to the Jingcheng club, but I thought she was there and still went.

At first it was a bit regretful, but then I was glad to be here.

Because she said: From reality, I will not like Qin Yinan anymore.

Then, he laughed in front of a room, but after laughing, he felt very selfish.

Clearly knowing the secret five years ago, it made her unworthy to like her and unworthy to be with her, but still, or selfishly, hope she would not like others.

I am a selfish to shameless person.

In many cases, I really hate my inherent superpowers, because superpowers make my world free from self-deception and deception, only the cruel and naked truth.

However, tonight I am very lucky that I have this super power, because a very bad thing happened to Ting Ting tonight, but fortunately, it was finally solved successfully.

The only regret is that, seeing her wearing wet clothes standing by the lake, I can't step forward and put on a dress for her. "

In the next bedroom, Song Qingchun whispered again.

"I want to eat Jinling... I haven't eaten it for a long time. When Song Cheng was there, I went here every time I drove him to dinner. Unfortunately, Jinling is too expensive. Well...but I really want to eat..."

Su Zhinian rubbed her eyebrows and paused.

Want to eat Jinling? That is to eat Jinling...

Su Zhinian held out his hand, took the phone on the desktop, and dialed Cheng Qingcong.

Cheng Qingcong was probably awakened from a dream, and his tone was a little confused: "General Su, what's the matter?"

"What is my itinerary next Monday?"

"General Su, please wait." As Cheng Qingcong's words settled, Su Zhinian heard her turn on the computer. After about a minute, Cheng Qingcong's voice came again: "Are you in Hong Kong next Monday?" "

Hong Kong? Su Zhinian frowned: "What about Tuesday?"

"It's also Hong Kong..." Cheng Qingcong asked with some doubts, "General Su, have you forgotten? You are going to Hong Kong for a business trip next Monday and Tuesday, and we booked a ticket for tomorrow night."

"Oh." Su Zhinian responded, remembering that there was indeed such a thing, and then paused for a moment, saying, "You changed the ticket to tonight, we will fly to Hong Kong tonight, and the return ticket is set to Tuesday Morning, I have something to do on Tuesday night."

"Okay, President Su."

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Song Qingchun, who slept too late last night, didn't sleep enough, and his head hurts a bit. When he went to work, he was always listless.

When I went to the pantry to pour coffee in the afternoon, I heard people chatting. Song Qingchun realized that Tang Nuan didn't come to work today and took sick leave.

I don't know if I was hurt by the incident at the Beijing Club last night, or I was really sick... Song Qingchun took a sip of coffee and left without concern.