Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun pulled out curiously, only to find that it was not a book, but a book.

It looks a bit like a diary...

The book is very thick and the cover looks a bit worn, like it has been used for a long time.

Song Qingchun looked at the diary in a circle, and there was a doubt in his heart. Should Su Zhinian not be such a big person, still writing a diary?

He is a man and has no human touch. What diary will he write?

Shouldn't it be boring and boring, what did you eat today, what was the running account bought today...

Song Qingchun thought of this, could not help but whispered a little, then turned to look at the closed bedroom door, hesitated, or opened the book.

On the first page of the book, only three words "Su Zhinian" were written.

Those three words were neatly written, and the brushwork was a bit green, which was very different from the signature of his current dragon and phoenix dance. It is estimated that he wrote it as a child.

The diary was filled with more than half of the book, and Song Qingchun flipped through it and found that the handwriting was more and more mature from the first to the last...

"I really didn't expect that Su's perverted person has kept his diary for so many years? Should I call him Su's diary in the future..."

Song Qingchun whispered in a whisper, and then turned a page, looking at it.

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Su Zhinian turned back to God when he heard the three words of "Su Diary". He didn't respond to the meaning behind her three words for a while, and there was a touch of himself in his eyes. Unconscious indulgence.

Did she give him another nickname?

Su Zhinian's idea was not settled yet. He heard Song Qingchun's voice, and it came very softly: "Three lives have the luck to meet you and marry you in your lifetime..."

"Is it written by Su Di? What a beautiful sentence..."

Su Zhinian heard this, and then suddenly reacted to what Song Qingchun was looking at. He narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and then quickly turned around and walked back to the study, straight to the door.

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In the year of the third year of high school, Song Qingchun didn't copy Su Zhinian's homework very much. She still remembered his handwriting at that time, so when she looked at the page that the handwriting opened, she recognized that it was probably Su Zhinian. Diary written in high school.

There are several diaries on that page, each of which is very short, especially the first one, with only one sentence.

"Sansheng had the luck to meet you and marry you in his lifetime."

As Song Qingchun read aloud, she clearly felt her heartbeat miss a beat.

"Is this written by Su Diji? What a beautiful sentence..." Song Qingchun just wanted to continue to say something. The diary in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and then she stood beside the bed without moving. Move it.

It took less than thirty seconds for Song Qingchun to blink his eyelids lightly, then recovered, and then stared at the diary on the ground, frowning tightly: Was she just reading the diary? Why did the diary fall to the ground?

Song Qingchun looked blank for a moment before bending down and picking up her diary again. Then she continued what she said just now: "I didn't expect him to write such literary words..."

Song Qingchun said, and then turned over the diary: "It seems that he can be called Su Wenyi in the future..."

"What are you doing?" Song Qingchun's fingers just opened the cover of the diary, and the bedroom door was suddenly pushed openly, and Su Zhinian's cold tone came.