Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

As Song Qingchun said, he stood by the table and walked out of the box door.

All the pictures in front of her were vague, she could not see the road clearly, her steps were vain, and people stumbled.

"Miss, be careful..." The waiter reminded and stretched out his hand at Song Qingchun, but her fingertips still touched Song Qingchun's arm, and Song Qingchun's feet caught the corner of the chair, and the person was strong. Really tripped to the ground.

The floor of the box was covered with a thick carpet, and it didn't hurt to fall, but Song Qingchun was lying on the floor with red eyes.

The waiter hurried forward, crouched down, and asked worriedly: "Miss, are you okay?"

Song Qingchun raised her head along the voice and answered what was asked, "What if I don't want to go to hell? Today is my birthday, I don't want to go to hell?"

Song Qingchun said, raised his hand, grabbed the waiter's shirt, as if holding the straw, and used extra force: "You tell me, how can I not go to hell?"

The waiter wasn’t sure what Song Qingchun’s “going to hell” meant, but she thought about it and thought it was more likely to go to work, so she said softly, “Miss, you I’m drunk like this today, so I can’t go to work anymore. Why not call the boss and ask for leave?”

Leave? Suddenly there was a layer of light in Song Qingchun's eyes.

"Yes, leave...I want leave..."

Song Qingchun nodded his head while holding the phone, and then looked at the address book for a while, and did not know which phone was Su Zhinian, so he handed the phone to the waiter: "Which is Su?" Perverted?"

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Near the end of get off work, Su Zhinian had an emergency meeting and returned to the office at nearly seven o'clock.

Su Zhinian sat tired on the sofa, raised his hand and rubbed his painful eyebrows. Inadvertently, the afterglow of his eyes glanced at a delicately packed cake box not far away.

Su Zhinian's movements stopped slightly, he stared at the cake for a while, and finally stood up slowly, walked over, and then looked at the fresh fruit cream cake inside through the transparent packaging box above, and walked up God.

With the knock on the door, the office door was pushed open, Su Zhinian frowned, turned around quickly, and saw Cheng Qingcong holding a document and walked in anxiously: "General Su, this The file needs you now..."

When Cheng Qingcong said this, he saw the cake next to Su Zhinian, and his words slightly paused. Then he continued to say steadily, "Sign the word."

Su Zhinian nodded his head lightly, took over the documents, and glanced casually at two eyes to make sure that there was no problem. Then he turned around, attached it to the desk, and signed it smoothly with a pen.

Su Zhinian handed the document to Cheng Qingcong. When Cheng Qingcong turned to leave, he suddenly said: "Wait."

Cheng Qingcong turned his head in surprise: "General Su, what do you command?"

Su Zhinian's lips squeezed tightly, silent for three seconds, and pointed to the next cake: "Take this out and throw it away."

On this day of the year, Su Zhinian would call her in the morning to tell her to order a birthday cake, and then let her throw it away at night.

Even though this situation has been experienced several times, Cheng Qingcong was still stunned for a while before nodding, whispering "Yes" and carrying the cake away.