Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

After coming out of the bathroom, Song Qingchun first went to the hotel's supermarket to buy some things before returning to the chess room.

Su Zhinian is no longer here. The card player changed two other classmates. Song Qingchun put the purchased items in the corner of the mahjong table. He said sorry to Tang Nuo and President: "I have For other things, you have to go first, and then the two of you will be invited to eat some other day. Today, please order something else."

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When it came out of the hotel, it was already dark, and there was light snow.

Song Qingchun didn't drive when she came. She took the subway. The suburbs at night were extremely cold. She wrapped her clothes and walked towards the subway station on the west side of the hotel.

After walking for more than 100 meters, Song Qingchun's footsteps stopped gradually. Although there was still a distance, she still clearly saw that there was a car parked in front, Su Zhinian leaned against the station, Holding the car key in his hand, and pressing it from time to time, the lights kept flashing.

He should have been standing for a while, a thin layer of snow fell on the roof and shoulders, and there was a layer of tide in his hair.

He was staring at the dark night in the distance, because he was looking sideways, she could not see his eyes, but she saw a sorrowful smell from him, like something was sad , Sad.

Is he waiting for someone here?

Song Qingchun grabbed the sleeves, and subconsciously wanted to bypass him, but before she could move, he turned his head, then he stood up, came over to her, stopped in front of her, asked : "Return to the city?"

He didn't wait for her answer, he said three more words: "I'll take you."

After a moment, as if afraid of her rejection, he raised his wrist in front of her, pointed to the time on the watch, and said, "It is already seven o'clock, and your time belongs to me now."

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Su Zhinian sent Song Qingchun home, but did not leave.

In fact, on the way back, Song Qingchun also thought of this possibility, but when it really happened, she was still a little nervous.

Entering the house, she took the slippers for Su Zhinian, helped him hang up his suit, and then went to the kitchen.

After the dinner was cooked, she went upstairs and shouted Su Zhinian. When he had dinner before, she was on the sidelines, but today she still found an excuse to have a stomachache and went upstairs back to the bedroom.

Song Qingchun didn't know what time Su Zhinian used dinner. When she was ink upstairs for an hour, there was no one else in the restaurant.

The food was already cold. She had no appetite and did not heat it. She just drank a small half of the rib soup with a little temperature left, and then started to clean up the restaurant and kitchen.

Back home from the suburbs, it was nine o'clock, and when Song Qingchun stopped, it was almost eleven.

She did not hurry upstairs, lying on the balcony of the restaurant, staring at the heavy snow outside for a long time before going upstairs.

The villa was very quiet, the study lights were on, and there was a faint voice from Su Zhinian, probably having a conference call again.

Song Qingchun was lying on the bed after bathing, playing with her cell phone all the time. She wanted to wait for Su Zhinian to return to the bedroom before going to sleep, but leaning on the head of the bed, she couldn’t bear it until she finally got confused. sleep.

Probably because of Su Zhinian's home, Song Qingchun didn't sleep well, and had nightmares at night.

It's not actually a dream, but it reminds me of the past that I was always afraid of.