Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

When Song Qingchun said at the end, her voice was almost inaudible, her eyes dodge so hard that she didn't dare to touch Su Zhinian's face.

He could see that she was a little uneasy when she said that she opened a room with him.

Are you tired? So restless, how do you rest well?

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun, and after a while, the dark eyes moved gently, as if he thought of a good way, he put his hand on the front desk, his identity The card was taken back, and then he spoke softly to the lady at the front desk and said, "Only open the room with her ID card."

"But, sir, if two people are staying, they must register their ID cards." The lady at the front desk said.

"Um..." Su Zhinian paused, adding: "I know, just do what I say."

The lady at the front desk nodded and started to check in.

He only used her ID card to open the room, that is to say, she could only stay alone, then what about him?

Song Qingchun watched Su Zhinian stuff his ID card into his wallet. He seemed to be guessing something, and his eyebrows gently flicked up: "What about you?"

Su Zhinian did not rush to answer, but took a bank card, handed it to the front desk, and paid the money. Su Zhinian received the room card and handed it to Song Qingchun: "Go up."

Go up? Did he let her go up alone? Wasn’t she guessing that he would not live here tonight?

Song Qingchun didn't pick up the room card, staring at Su Zhinian with her dark and bright eyes, and asked again: "What about you?"

"I went to another hotel, you are tired, don't toss about it, stay here and rest, I will come back to pick you up again tomorrow morning." Su Zhinian casually put the bank card into the wallet, casually Back.

Sure enough, as she guessed...

He said he wouldn’t touch her anymore, and he could see her uneasiness, so he did it, right?

She proposed to stay in the hotel in order to let him rest, but he gave her the only room to live first.

Although his movements and tone were indifferent just now, Song Qingchun still clearly felt his thoughtfulness and concern from her behind his indifference.

At the gas station, Song Qingchun's mood when he saw the piece of paper rolled again violently in his chest.

Her breathing became unstable, staring at Su Zhinian for a while, then suddenly reached out, grabbed his wallet, pulled out his ID card, and handed it to the lady at the front desk: "Trouble Check in for him too, thank you."

After talking about Song Qingchun, he turned to Su Zhinian and said seriously: "Either stay here or I will go to another hotel with you."

One said not to live, and the other to live... The lady at the front desk was a little embarrassed. She looked at Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun, but she dared not make a decision.

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingjun's serious face for a while, before turning to nod at the receptionist gently.

Along the way back to the hotel room, Song Qingchun's face was always red, and she had no conversation with Su Zhinian.

Although it is a double bed room, there is a small living room.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Qingchun rushed into the bathroom. When he came out, Su Zhinian sat quietly on the sofa in the small living room. On the empty coffee table in front of him, he placed a thick black leather booklet.