Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

"I really hope to see you, I hope you will."

Song Qingchun sent this text message, thinking that he would not see himself later, would it be inferiority? Looks ugly? Or very poor? Or is it disabled?

Song Qingchun bit her finger for a moment and thought that this conjecture was quite possible. Then she continued typing on the keyboard and writing text messages: "You can rest assured that I am not the kind of superficial person, not because of appearance, money, or I don’t look down on a person because of illness, not to mention, you are so good to me, and I thank you for being too late."

After sending such a long string of messages, Song Qingchun yawned, put the phone aside, and just lay down with her eyes closed for a while, as if remembering something, she picked up the phone and sent the number. A text message passed: "Happy New Year."

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Su Zhinian carried a cup of hot tea, leaned gracefully on the table, and read the text messages sent by Song Qingchun carefully, one by one.

In fact, he was worried about whether she had a fever, so he sent out the words "Happy New Year" as a temptation, but he didn't expect her to send back text messages so quickly.

It was just unexpected that she noticed that the owner of the text message and the person who saved her were the same...

When Su Zhinian saw the last message from Song Qingchun, his lips could not help but rose.

Not a superficial person?

What was going on in her strange head? Do you think he is an ugly monster? Or poor diaosi?

Su Zhinian raised his head and looked at the beautifully decorated villas, and then his eyes fell on the porcelain.

It was his bid in Hong Kong with nine digits.

And his appearance... Su Zhinian turned his head and took a look at his glasses... without giving any opinion.

Su Zhinian finished drinking hot tea, sucked a stuffy nose, went upstairs, just turned off the bedroom lights, the phone in his palm rang again.

The text message she sent was exactly the same as what he sent to her, Happy New Year.

Happy New Year, Tingting.

At this moment, his heart became extremely soft and gentle.

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Successive deaths in succession made Song Qingqing's sluggish awareness that everything was not an accident, but a man-made one.

This also caused her not to dare to go out throughout the Spring Festival. Basically, all her friends' invitations to phone calls were politely rejected by her. She was honest and at home, playing chess and chatting with Song Menghua, doing nothing. In order to sleep lazy, brush Korean drama.

However, during this period, she would occasionally take out her mobile phone, click on the 11-digit phone number, and glance at the text messages he and she sent. It may be that this move was too frequent, and Song Menghua once couldn't help but ask her if she was Not in love?

She shook her head immediately to veto, but her face didn't know why it became a little burnt, and her heart rate became a little faster.

On the afternoon of the second day of the second year, Qin Yinan came to the Song family. One was to give Song Menghua a New Year greeting, and the other was to see if Song Qingchun had fallen into the water.

The time spent at home was too boring, and it seemed a bit long. Finally, in the afternoon of the fourth day, Song Qingchun should go to Su Zhinian's villa to be able to breathe outside, but she became a little embarrassed.

Wouldn't she be in danger again along the way to Su Zhinian's house?