Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

And wearing a sweater, you put on a sweater. Why did you put on your hat? The zipper kept pulling down on the top, revealing two deep eyes.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian with a weird look for a while, then turned around and hurriedly asked Su Zhinian: "Mr. Su."

Su Zhinian didn't say anything, just stared at her eyes for a while, then turned around lightly, walked into the next bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

Song Qingchun has long been accustomed to Su Zhinian treating herself as air, and she shrugged and went downstairs indifferently.

Su Zhinian leaned on the door and listened to Song Qingchun's footsteps as she walked away, slowly raising her hand.

The pen that he originally held in his hand was cracked by his pinch due to too much force, and some metal shells stuck in his palm and was stained red with blood.

Because he hit Tang Nuan with his thoughts, he also had palm prints on his face, so he stayed in the villa all day.

When Song Qingchun came home, he was drawing a design in the study. Perhaps because it was still too early, he heard her go back to her bedroom.

Today, she is very quiet, unlike in the past, she doesn't talk to herself or make some noise because of tossing other things.

He didn't pay much attention, just paid attention to her for a while, and continued to focus on the design, but just a few strokes, I suddenly heard her sobbing sound.

At first the voice was very soft, he thought he had heard it wrong, so he stopped writing, and then found that she was crying louder and louder, like how sad it was.

Without thinking about it, he walked out of the study holding a signature pen. As soon as he walked to the door of her bedroom, he heard her sobbing and shouted the words "Enan", and then he stopped at the door. .

He's stupid. Who can make her cry in this world with so much pain, besides the man named Yinan Qin?

He should be jealous and angry, but he listened to her crying, but found a dull pain in his heart.

It didn't take long for her to cry, but for him, it was long and painful.

He nearly failed to control himself several times, rushed in to give her a hug, comfort her, but he was not qualified, he could only force himself to stand still, listening to her crying, exhausting all his strength And clenched his fists.

Su Zhinian slowly raised his hand and pulled out the sliver of the pen in his palm. The blood bleed more fiercely. He pulled a tissue from the side and pressed it randomly on the wound. He pressed hard. He could clearly feel that the pain in the wound was deep and sharp, but it still couldn't beat the pain in his heart.

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After finishing his dinner, Song Qingchun went upstairs to knock on Su Zhinian's bedroom door: "Mr. Su, dinner is ready."

After a while, Su Zhinian's faint tone came: "Come upstairs."

Song Qingchun "Oh", went downstairs, found a tray, and brought the dinner upstairs.

Su Zhinian's bedroom didn't turn on the light. The first reaction when Song Qingzhen stepped in was to reach out to the switch on the wall. She hadn't touched it yet. Su Zhinian's voice came coldly in the dark room. : "Don't turn on the lights."

Song Qingchun withdrew his hand and brought the food into the bedroom by the yellow light of the corridor and put it on the coffee table.