Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun picked it up curiously, and seeing the content above, her expression instantly froze.

It was a high-speed toll sheet, and it clearly stated the points and where to go from the high-speed.

When Su Zhinian called her, didn't he say he was near the northern suburbs of the city?

Why did this fee bill start from the city of Beijing?

Song Qingchun hurriedly opened the phone's call record, and the time when Su Zhinian called herself was about 20 minutes earlier than the time on this charge list, that is to say, he was talking to her The city that came out after the phone call?

Song Qingchun stared at the piece of paper in her hands without blinking. Her eyes were quiet, but the bottom of her heart set off a storm.

So... Actually he didn't pick her up because he was close to her, but he came to pick her up specially?

Even... It takes at least four hours to drive from the city to the place where she lives without violating the rules, but he only spent more than an hour... so almost all the way Is it speeding all the way?

Song Qingchun thought that when he answered the phone with him, he had an emergency brake. She was still anxious at the time, and then he stopped to speak calmly before she let go.

Looking back now, she realized how dangerous the situation was!

Song Qingchun's fingers squeezing the paper began to tremble.

He was not very good to her. Most of his speeches were cold and indifferent. Even when he quarreled with her, he did a lot harder than her. Moreover, even if he reunited later, he I also exhausted all kinds of sharp and ironic words that made her as embarrassed as she could.

So in her heart, she always felt that he, like her, hated each other.

But she didn't expect that he should be tonight...

Song Qingchun's heart was completely chaotic.

The door of the car was suddenly pulled open, and Song Qingchun recovered, she quietly nipped the piece of paper in her palm, looked up, and looked at Su Zhinian.

The man's eyes glanced at her indifferently, with a tone of speech, without any emotion: "Don't sleep?"

Song Qingchun nodded and said nothing.

Su Zhinian re-started the car and drove the highway back to Beijing.

Song Qingchun's mind was all about the piece of paper. She struggled for a long time in her heart, and finally she couldn't help opening her mouth and asked, "Where did you pick me up from the northern suburb of the city?"

Su Zhinian stared at the road directly ahead with a squint, and said calmly, "Yanglin Resort."

Su Zhinian turned the steering wheel and changed a lane, overtaking a big car, and then may feel that his answer was too boring, so he continued to add a sentence: "This afternoon, President Zhang of Luyang is here. play golf."

Song Qingchun "Oh", but whispered silently in his heart, lied, and clearly came out of the city!

con man! Su liar!

After Song Qingchun's stomach was sullied, his eyebrows could not help but wrinkle, and there was doubt in his heart. Why should he lie to her?

Song Qingchun couldn't help staring at Su Zhinian through the rearview mirror.

The street lights on both sides of the expressway swept his face, and lined his side like clouds, making it more perfect.

However, there was a hint of fatigue on his face, probably caused by long-distance high-speed driving.