Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun felt that her head was about to explode. She stomped on the floor like crazy, and clutched her hair desperately.

When she was almost on the verge of collapse, the door of the study was suddenly opened, and Su Zhinian's elegant and faint voice came: "Make a cup of coffee."

"Oh." Song Qingchun stood hurriedly, and dumbfounded, seeing Su Zhinian's eyes floating towards the shirt he was holding, hurriedly hiding his clothes behind him, nodded again, and said : "Got it, Mr. Su."

Su Zhinian didn't speak. His eyes looked at Song Qingchun's face with a little inquiry and puzzlement before he nodded slightly and returned to the study.

Song Qingchun took a deep breath and pressed down on the unsteady mood in his heart, biting his lower lip and lowering his head, staring at the blood-stained shirt he was holding for a while, and finally quietly took the shirt Hidden in his bedroom.

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The door of the study was open, and Song Qingchun didn't go in directly, standing at the door and knocking on the door.

Su Zhinian stared intently at the document in his hand, without raising his head, and said a word lightly: "In."

Song Qingchun walked lightly to the desk, and just before placing the porcelain cup in his hand, Su Zhinian reached over.

Song Qingchun put the porcelain cup in his hand.

"Thank you." Su Zhinian returned the words flatly, and handed the porcelain cup to his mouth. His eyes were always on the document, and the other hand didn't stop, holding a pen, and quickly on the paper. Write and paint.

Su Zhinian took a sip of "coffee" and found that the taste was wrong, and frowned casually.

He hadn't spoken yet, and Song Qingchun's tone came softly: "Mr. Su, you are injured, you need to take a good rest, and you won't be able to sleep at night with coffee, so I made you a glass of milk."

Su Zhinian's pen tip shook violently and marked a long line on the document.

This was the first time she had asked him since he lived in his house.

In the past, it was always what he asked her to do, and she did what she did in a proper way. She never mixed any of her thoughts and emotions. Even once, he was uncomfortable in his stomach and made her make boiled meat slices. She They did it as usual, and when he saw him, he was holding a pan-ache in his stomach and pointed at the boiled meat slices. She didn't respond anymore, and he gave him a dish of indifferent expression.

Song Qingchun saw Su Zhinian for a long time, and thought he was not happy because of his goodness, and said, "Mr. Su, you are Dr. Xia's command..."

"En." Before Song Qingchun finished his speech, Su Zhinian gently "huh", and his hands returned to normal, writing words on the documents, while slowly drinking like coffee. With milk.

Song Qingchun didn’t go where she stood, and when Su Zhinian’s work stopped, she said again: "Mr. Su, I’ll change your wounds, Dr. Xia said. medicine."

"Okay." Su Zhinian put down the pen in his hand and pointed behind him, indicating that Song Qingchun stood over.

During the most ambiguous days of the first three days, Dr. Xia changed the medicine. Even after three days, most of the wounds were healed. However, when Song Qingqing uncovered the gauze, she still felt a little shocked.