Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun went downstairs, poured coffee into the toilet, washed away, washed the coffee cup, and wiped his hands. Then he took out the bank card that Su Zhinian threw into his pocket.

Black card... The deposit in the card must exceed five million before the bank will give it to the card.

In other words, there are at least 5 million base cards in this card... Just to eat, drink and live, and give her a 5 million card? It seems that Su Yiyuan is not generous, but generous, not human.

"However, why are his passwords all those six-digit numbers? Shouldn't they be? Mobile phones? Computers? Safes? Are they all?" Song Qingchun turned to his face while talking to himself. Then, when scanning to the place on the back of the card, the line of sight is fixed.

In the signature column, the name of the head of the household is usually written, so that when swiping the card, the signature is used for proofreading.

However, the card that Su Zhinian gave her also had three words written in the signature column, but instead of the three words "Su Zhinian", it was... "I'm sorry".

When I saw the word, I knew what I had just written, and the brushwork was very new.

The strokes are smooth and the dragons and phoenixes dance, which is Su Zhinian's handwriting.

Therefore, the main purpose of his card is not simply to give her money for food, clothing, housing and transportation, but the words "sorry"?

Is he apologizing for the bad temper when he called tonight?

No wonder when he just gave her the card, he saw her not picking it up and stuffed it directly into her pocket. Then she moved back to the desk in such a hurry and panic, and slammed her out of the study room without giving her a chance to respond. ...

Apparently she was miserable by him tonight, but she looked at the three words and was depressed for the night, somehow getting better, and even the softest place in her left chest became warm and warm.

The proud and indifferent man even apologized to her!

Song Qingzheng stared at the "I'm sorry" on the bank card, and raised his lips subconsciously with a soft smile.

The bottom of her eyes has a very delicate background flowing, making her very pretty.

Song Qingchun took the bank card for a long time, and then went back to his mind. Then he collected the card and re-supplyed a cup of coffee into the study according to Su Zhinian's taste.

Su Zhinian threw a high-rise house at night and came back to find her. He is now working overtime for a conference call. When he saw her coming in, he raised his hand and made a "hush" gesture.

Song Qingchun didn't disturb him, put down the coffee cup lightly, and then turned to leave, she seemed to remember something, the movement was still very gentle to pick up his pen, torn a piece from his table Sticky notes, wrote and painted on it twice, and pasted on the coffee cup before crouching away.

Su Zhinian finished the conference call more than two hours later.

He turned off the computer, and the first thing was to uncover her sticky note on the coffee cup.

The three words of Juanxiu are written on it: "It's okay", is it in response to the "Sorry" on the signature column at the back of his bank card?

Su Zhinian's lips raised, and his eyes became extra gentle, the light inside was swaying like water waves.

Tired, at this moment, the smoke disappeared.

He leaned on the chair in a particularly calm and beautiful mood, picked up the cold coffee, and drank it bit by bit.