Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun didn't sleep soundly. After a while, she woke up once. When she saw that Su Zhinian hadn't come back, she sighed in relief and continued to close her eyes. She didn't know how many times she repeated so many times. The sound of the car came.

Perhaps because the emotions were too tight, Song Qingchun's ears would occasionally have the sound of the car moving. She opened her eyes and saw whether the lights were shining directly on the window when she distinguished whether she had auditory hallucinations again. On, the light is strong and dazzling.

Song Qingchun was almost conditioned, and people suddenly stood up from the sofa. Through the window, she saw the car slowly stopping. Su Zhinian got out of the car and threw the door backhand, rushing towards the house step by step. Coming.

Song Qingchun's heart beat faster and faster. She stood stiffly, holding her breath, staring at the door without blinking.

Until Song Qingchun heard the sound of the door lock entering the password, she quickly recovered and hurried to the entrance.

Song Qingnian hadn't had time to open the door yet, Su Zhinian had already pushed the door in.

His hair was a little messy, probably for a long time, people were tired, and the chin line was stretched tight, making him look more indifferent than usual.

Song Qingchun just glanced at Su Zhinian in a hurry, then quickly squatted down and took a pair of slippers before him: "Are you back?"

Su Zhinian changed her shoes without saying a word. Not to respond to Song Qingchun's words, she didn't even look at her. When she was a transparent person, she went directly upstairs.

Su Zhinian spent only a minute from entering the room to returning to the bedroom, but in this minute, Song Qingnian didn't know how much cold sweat came out of his back.

Su Zhinian's return made Song Qingchun completely sleepless. She looked for a mobile phone from the sofa and glanced at the time. It was already six o'clock in the morning.

Song Qingchun felt nervous for one night and relaxed at this moment.

There is still an hour, it is seven o'clock... that is to say, there is an hour, she can not stay with him under the same roof... And in this hour, she can use it for breakfast As an excuse to avoid Su's thoughts...

Last night's dinner was still intact and kept in the incubator, but Song Qingchun not only recooked the breakfast, but also boiled the millet porridge, which took a long time. When the breakfast was ready, it was already 6.45.

There are only fifteen minutes left...

Song Qingchun painted ink in the kitchen for another five minutes before going upstairs to knock on Su Zhinian's bedroom door: "Mr. Su, breakfast is ready."

Su Zhinian still didn't speak, just across the door, Song Qingchun heard footsteps approaching, and then the door was opened.

Su Zhinian changed to a casual home wear, should have just taken a bath, the body of the bath is very heavy, the smell is very good, it is that kind of elegant and light fragrance.

He still didn't speak, rubbed her directly, and went downstairs.

Song Qingchun followed behind him and kept a certain distance.

When Su Zhinian walked to the penultimate step, she saw the pink suitcase against the wall, her footsteps paused a little, and she noticed a crumpled sofa.

Su Zhinian frowned slightly, and suddenly turned around, looking at Song Qingchun behind him.

Song Qingchun was so shocked by Su Zhinian's sudden movement that his fingertips tremble, and then he saw the man pointing at a door next to his bedroom upstairs, and said in a light tone: "You live in that room."