Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian was lying in front of the computer desk, holding a pen with a serious face, and writing attentively.

Song Qingchun thought that Su Zhinian was working and did not disturb him. He stood at the door for a while and then quietly pushed open the door, carrying the coffee, and walked in.

There was a thick carpet on the floor of the study, and she stepped on it without making any noise.

Closer, Song Qingchun saw that Su Zhinian was recording something on a book, writing smoothly, without any pause, and writing almost in one go.

Song Qingchun stared at the pen in Su Zhinian's hand for a while, and his eyes moved to his face.

He stared at the nib intently, his face quiet.

From her perspective, his eyelids were drooping, and his eyelashes were a little distorted.

Song Qingchun dismissed his lips in disdain, but secretly marveled at the bottom of his heart. A man with such long eyelashes is really perverted!

When he didn't know what he thought of when he was writing something, his lips curled up suddenly.

Song Qingchun's eyes widened suddenly, staring at such Su Zhinian, and his heart was stunned.

This was the first time she had known Su Zhinian for so many years and saw him laugh.

In her perception, in this world, the best-looking person in the world is definitely Enang. Every time she sees his smile, she feels as if she has seen the sunshine.

But she didn't expect that Su Zhinian just curled her lips, she actually saw the warmth from the iceman who was always cold, although it was not as bright as Enan, but it was like the sun in the early winter, warm and melting , Which makes people very comfortable.

Su Zhinian drew his pen and habitually leaned against the back of the office chair. Then he saw Song Qingchun standing in front of his desk, not far away.

His expression froze, and he blurted out, "When did you come in?"

Song Qingchun hurriedly withdrew his sight on Su Zhinian and explained softly: "I made coffee."

Su Zhinian only saw the porcelain cup in her hand.

"I knocked on the door. No one answered. I walked in myself." Seeing no unpleasant reaction on Su Zhinian's face, Song Qingchun walked to the desk and placed the coffee in front of him.

"En." Su Zhinian responded, seeing that the book on the table was still spread out, and immediately stretched out his hand, closing it quickly.

His movement led Song Qingchun to look away. She just glanced at the cover and recognized that it was the diary she had found in Su Zhinian's bedroom. Writing a diary? It's really a diary of Su...

Su Zhinian saw that Song Qingchun had been staring at her diary, and she coughed a little unnaturally, and then asked: "Is there anything else?"

Song Qingchun hurriedly shook his head: "It's alright."

Su Zhinian thought that Song Qingchun shook his head and said that it was all right, so he would leave the study in a funny way. stand up.

Su Zhinian looked at it for about two minutes and saw that Song Qingchun was still standing in front of his desk without any sign of leaving, so he frowned and asked again: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Song Qingchun continued to shake his head, his face innocent.