Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

After a while, Su Zhinian looked away and looked at the road ahead. It was not too much trouble. She answered all her questions one by one: "I have been to the hospital and hanged my needle for three days. , Have also taken medicine."

After a pause, Su Zhinian added another sentence: "Now it's almost ready."

"That's good." Song Qingzheng adjusted his sitting posture: "Isn't there any food at home? Wait a minute to go to the supermarket."

"Good." Su Zhinian had no opinion.

Song Qingchun was silent for a while, and then said, "I'm sick, do you want to have a light meal at night?"

Su Zhinian answered the word "good" again.

Song Qingchun didn't speak anymore, she tilted her head and looked out the window, seriously studying what she ate at night.

At the red light ahead, the car stopped, Su Zhinian turned his head, staring at Song Qingchun through the rearview mirror and looked quietly.

Once upon a time, when she was cooking, she no longer did what he said, what she did, but had her own ideas and decisions? And this idea and decision is still for his consideration.

The red light turned green, Su Zhinian withdrew his eyes, started the car, and continued to move forward. He stared at the road directly ahead like water, turning the magnificent warm background.

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All things are the hardest from zero to one.

Song Qingchun had Su Zhinian for the first time, and the second time.

When Song Qingnian arrived at Su Zhinian's villa on the fourth day of the fourth year, he had never been out of the house. Su Zhinian probably because the cold did not heal. It also happened to be quiet at home every day.

The seventh day of the first lunar month is the day to officially go to work after the Spring Festival. Song Qingchun learned the lessons of New Year's Eve. Where did she dare to take the subway or take a taxi alone, so on the evening of the sixth day of the first lunar month, she thought of the trouble Su Zhinian again.

Like last time, Song Qingchun asked Su Zhinian to ask him for help this time. He still agreed without any hesitation, but this time, Song Qingnian was chased and killed by Su Zhinian somehow. The antecedents and consequences are all repeated.

Su Zhinian knew these things earlier than she did, but when she said, he stopped all the work at hand and listened more seriously than any meeting.

On the morning of the eighth day of the eighth day, Su Zhinian did not let the driver pick him up, and personally drove the door of Song Qingchun out of the house.

As she approached the door of Song Qingnian Company, the girl became frequently distracted, as if she was worrying about something.

While Su Zhinian was waiting for the red light, he leaned his arm inadvertently towards Song Qingchun, and then he read the thoughts in her heart, knowing that she was embarrassed to trouble him the third time, and that was to let He came to pick her up at night, but he felt embarrassed, and even in his small head, he was wondering whether to find a strong and strong bodyguard for 24 hours.

Male bodyguard... When Su Zhinian read these three words, his expression did not move, but his eyelids jumped.

The car stopped steadily in the downstairs of TW's company. Song Qingchun rubbed his bags. Before getting out of the car, he asked him for help several times, but when he came to his mouth, it all changed: "That, thank you You... drive slowly... Bye, I got off first... goodbye..."

Song Qingchun finally pushed the door of the car and got out of the car. Before closing the door, she watched Su Zhinian stop talking again, and then shook her hand again. "Goodbye."