Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

He is always the kind of face with a paralyzed face, and the delicate facial features are placed on the perfect outline of the line, just like a work of art of a ghost and a sword. Even if there is no expression on his face, it still has a fatal attraction. When people look at it, they can no longer look away.

When he approves the document, his eyebrows are sometimes raised and sometimes stretched; when he makes a decision to the employee in front of him, his finger will occasionally rotate the signature pen twice quickly, and occasionally he will lift up and habitually press the temple; he When flipping through the documents, his movements will be very slow, and his eyes will obviously follow his own movements, transitioning from the previous page to the next page.

Song Qingchun has seen how many people work, but she has never seen a person before. At work, she can be so charming.

It turned out that in this world, there is a kind of person who is full of style and behavior, and is full of temptation and confusion.

The sound of talking about things in the office completely disappeared from her ears. She stared at Su Zhinian and slowly looked at the stunned god.

After not knowing how long, Su Zhinian may have remembered Song Qingchun, or she may have noticed her sight. When she placed a newly signed contract on the table, her eyes floated over Song Qingchun. .

Song Qingchun came into contact with his eyes, lowered his eyes subconsciously, and with a bit of haste in the bag from Cheng Qingliu, he took a magazine and opened it and pretended to look at it.

She stared at the magazine for a long time without seeing anything in her heart. There were several voices in her ear talking about some issues such as merged funds, but only Su Zhinian's voice fell into her ears.

His voice is very light, and his tone is the same as that of others, giving him a very clear and indifferent, no ups and downs, no emotions, but the pleasant but pleasant sound makes people have the illusion of listening to the wonderful sounds of the world.

Hearing the last, the colorful pictures on the paper in front of Song Qingchun, in her eyes, were all in a trance-like manner when they looked like Su Zhinian at work.

Song Qingchun was only when Cheng Qingcong came into the office again and brought her a cup of milk tea, then she pulled back the distracted thoughts, and said to Cheng Qingcong with a daze of "huh?"

"This is sugar. If you feel unsweetened, you can add it yourself." Cheng Qingcong did not have the slightest impatience, and his temper was very gentle, and he continued to repeat what he had just said.

"Thank you." Song Qingchun said a thank you, only to find that in Su Zhinian's office, only three people, he and her, and Cheng Qingshang were left at this time. Those who had just talked about the matter, I don't know when they were all gone. .

"You're welcome." Cheng Qingchun's eyebrows turned back, and before leaving, he also took Song Qingchun with the rest of the breakfast out of the office.

Su Zhinian's office is exceptionally sound-proof. Only he and her are left. Apart from the buzzing noise of the air purifier, there is no other noise.

In Su Zhinian's villa, Song Qingnian and Su Zhinian got along so quietly, but somehow, at this time, she felt a little nervousness in her heart.

She bit her lip corner and looked at the magazine. The afterglow in the corner of her eyes flew to Su Zhinian's body frequently without her own awareness.

Su Zhinian was very quiet. After being busy for such a long time, he seemed to be tired, and he still concentrated on the documents piled on his desk.