Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

There is only Song Qingchun in the office. She has come here in the morning and has never appreciated it.

Su Zhinian's taste, like his people, is simple but without losing the atmosphere. The office outfit looks ordinary, but it is full of exquisiteness.

His office is very large, and there is a big tree that grows to the top of the house in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. There is a hanging chair underneath, probably used for decoration.

This kind of picture looked familiar. Song Qingchun stepped forward and touched the hanging chair with her hand. She tilted her head and thought for a while, but did not figure out where she had seen it. She sat on the hanging chair and shook it for a while. , I walked to Su Zhinian's desk, sat on his office chair, selected two turns, and picked up the signature pen he placed on the table. It was heavy, but it felt good, but Song Qingchun couldn't bear it. I found a blank piece of paper, learned how Su Zhinian signed it, and wrote a few words on it, then put the pen down and walked to the bookcase about three meters long behind me, and placed the documents behind the glass. It is very neat, and there are many domestic and foreign masterpieces and some books on economics. The following are the rows of cabinets. Song Qingchun pulled them one by one, but did not expect that when he reached the seventh, A cabinet was pulled open.

Song Qingchun froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to push it up, but in the end he glanced uncontrollably, but saw that it was filled with various gift boxes.

And from the signs on those gift boxes, it can be seen that many of them are world-class brands.

God... Does Su Zhinian have a gift collecting habit? And the collection is so luxurious, the price of these things is estimated to be calculated, it is worth eight digits, right?

Song Qingchun was a little curious about what was inside, but couldn’t help but take out the top brocade box and opened it. It was found that it was a whole set of jewelry. Under the illumination of the office crystal light, the diamonds were scorching and brilliant.

It's so beautiful... Song Qingchun couldn't help but took a bracelet and compared it on his wrist, and found that the size was completely suitable.

But why has she never seen this brand of jewelry?

Song Qingchun flipped the back of the box, glanced at the name, and then opened Baidu for a search, only to realize that this turned out to be a century-old shop specializing in processing in Hong Kong.

One day if she went to Hong Kong, she must go shopping... While Song Qingchun was thinking about it, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Cheng Qingcong came in.

Song Qingchun hurriedly took the bracelet off her wrist, put it back in the box, and then closed the cabinet.

Turning around, she smiled embarrassingly at Cheng Qingcong and explained: "I was looking at the bookcase, and I accidentally pulled it open and saw it."

Cheng Qingcong gave her an irrepressible smile, and then said, "I have ordered lunch, and it is estimated that it will be delivered in an hour and a half. Do you want to drink something now?"

"No, thank you." Song Qingchun shook his head, turned his head, glanced at the cupboard full of gifts, and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Miss Cheng, those things were bought by Su Zhinian for collection. ?"

"No." Cheng Qingcong thought of Su Zhinian's instructions to himself, and when he saw that Song Qingnian had the meaning of chatting, he pointed to the sofa. After sitting down with her, he continued to say: "These are all gifts that President Su bought. ."