Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

The room became a bit quiet for a moment. Su Zhinian stood at the door of the study room without moving. His arm was still raised, and his hand held the posture that had just pinched Song Qingchun's chin.

He stood for a while before turning back into the study and sitting at the desk, as if nothing had happened, and turned on the computer.

His expression was calm from beginning to end, his finger sliding the mouse from time to time, and then he snapped on the keyboard quickly and typed a string of words, but when he was playing, he stopped without knowing how to raise his head and stared out the window. After a while, then his eyes fell on the sofa not far from the desk, where he kept quietly reading the documents he had frequently read in the past few days.

Donno asked, what kind of file is this, and you have been staring at it for a while now?

This document is the development information of Song's enterprise over the years.

This document was sorted out before Donno gave it to him.

More to say... This document was sorted out before Song Qingchun even found him.

Dono also asked, why don't you help her?

Yeah... why didn't he help her?

Because he was afraid... He was afraid that after he helped her, he would never see her again.

However, he didn't help her, and he would never see her again.

Before she left, he clearly heard her voice, she gave up and gave up begging him for the Song company.

In order to find him for help, she approached him for almost a month... In the cold winter, she waited for a month downstairs in his company. As long as he worked, he stood by the window and looked down. You can see her figure...

But from now on, he could no longer see her.

Su Zhinian felt that he thought a little bit more. He snapped his computer shut and walked out of the study.

Su Zhinian returned to the bedroom and saw her clothes, her bag, and the bed-on her mobile phone when he entered the door... he felt a little obnoxious, he rolled her things around indiscriminately, and then swept her from the balcony. Throw it down.

Last night, maybe it was her who was in the villa. He stayed in the guest room all night-Su Zhinian was lying on the bed-wanting to recharge, but the bed she slept on last night-on the bed Full of her breath, he drilled into his nose all the time, and he was upset and irritable, and finally lifted the quilt suddenly, and went downstairs angrily.

Walking out of the villa, Su Zhinian glanced at the lawn beside him, and Song Qingnian's things were scattered all over the place.

He pursed his lips, walked over, and stooped to pick up her things the same.

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Song Qingchun walked a long distance before his mood calmed down.

She found that many people on the street were looking at herself. She shuddered coldly before reacting slowly. In the cold winter, she not only didn't wear a coat on the street, she didn't even wear shoes, and her feet , As long as I don’t know when, I felt frozen.

Standing on the side of the road, Song Qingchun just wanted to stop a taxi, only to find that her bag and mobile phone were at Su Zhinian's house.

She turned to look at the direction of Su Zhinian's house, but finally did not go back to get it.

Her mood, which had just changed, became low again.

When she returned home, how would she tell her father and sister-in-law that she wouldn’t move Su Zhinian?

Presumably, my father would be sad to hear this news...Song's enterprise is after all his hard work...