Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Qin Yinan stretched out half of his hand, and he suddenly stood in the air. After a while, he reacted, turned his head, and looked in the direction that Song Qingchun was pulled up.

Su Zhinian only wore a white shirt. The style was simple and elegant. Perhaps because of the person who had just hit someone, the shirt was wrinkled. Even the buttons of the cuffs broke apart, exposing a small, strong arm.

His exquisite and three-dimensional face, the scary look of the cold ice, the faint brows, the looming beating of anger, the breath of the whole body, the violent seems to be dead at any time.

He is cold and indifferent on weekdays, which gives people a very difficult feeling. At this time, he is full of oppression under the anger, and his momentum is too strong, just a glance, it makes people feel the heart. A cool horror.

But even so, he still makes people look upset and hold his breath.

Qin Yinan thought that a colleague in the company pulled Song Qingchun, but did not expect to see Su Zhinian.

There was a trace of surprise in his eyes. It took a while for the expression to return to nature, and he said hello to Su Zhinian's polite opening: "General Su, why are you here?"

He and Su Zhinian have known each other for many years, but the relationship has not been particularly familiar, so it is very polite to meet and greet each other.

Su Zhinian just beat the courier brother so crazy, it took a lot of energy, and the breath was a little unstable.

He grabbed Song Qingchun's shoulder, as if he hadn't heard Qin Yinan's words at all, but just stared at Song Qingchun intently. After a while, he opened his mouth and asked, "Are you all right?"

The unpleasant breath in his body hadn't dissipated, and the tone of his mouth seemed slightly cold.

When Song Qingchun heard his voice, she frowned softly, and realized slowly that she was pulled up by someone, and her eyes rolled gently, facing Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian... Didn't he go to work? Why are people here?

Song Qingchun's brain was a little dazed for a while.

"Are there any injuries?" Su Zhinian asked again when she touched her eyes.

Su Zhinian didn't give her any time to open her mouth this time. She lowered her head directly and looked at her body. When he saw her clothes on her chest, he stretched out his hand and touched it without thinking. Her chest: "Is injured here?"

Despite his tone, he squeezed it gently, as if he didn't have any emotions, but his rapid speed of speech still revealed the anxiety in his heart.

Song Qingchun's face touched slightly by him, shook his head subconsciously, and took a step back, avoiding Su Zhinian's hand.

Su Zhinian felt uneasy. She continued to stretch her hand to her chest and repeatedly pressed it twice to make sure there was no wet tacky feeling. Then she completely relieved her breath and retracted her hand.

"Do you want to drink..." He continued to speak. As soon as he said a few words, a police officer-cha came to them, interrupted him, and said to Song Qingchun: "Excuse me, are you a victim? "

Song Qingchun soberly came over and saw that there was a policeman not far away-Zha was looking at his colleagues at the time, and the courier brother was also handcuffed.

Song Qingchun first nodded at the police officer who asked him questions before saying, "Yes, I am."