It took about half an hour before Cheng Qingcong turned back to Su Zhinian's office.

Song Qingchun watched her come in, immediately put down half of the magazine she was reading, and pushed away the things on the sofa next to her, instructing Cheng Qingcong to sit.

Cheng Qingcong sat firmly on the forefoot, and Song Qingchun followed his foot with an opening: "Who did Su Zhinian buy those gifts for?"

Cheng Qingcong squeezed the phone in his palm hard, avoiding the glance of Song Qingzhen’s hope and expectation, inadvertently biting his lip, and then his face was filled with a polite and gentle smile. He opened his mouth and said, "Of course, those gifts are all bought for the people whom President Su likes!"

Nonsense, she also knows that she bought it for Su Zhinian's favorite!

Song Qingchun secretly slandered in the bottom of his heart, and then slightly opened his tone, not anxiously, and asked: "I know it is the person he likes, I mean, who is the person he likes?"

Cheng Qingcong innocently shook his head at Song Qingchun: "I don't know, President Su doesn't like others to investigate his private affairs, and he never told me about his private affairs."

"That's it..." Song Qingchun's eyes were full of regret, and his voice became a lot lower: "I thought you knew..."

She knows, but Big Boss just called her to ask her to send him an email, and she told her not to talk to her about his feelings.

Although his tone of speech was very weak, he simply passed a few words and passed by, but after following him for so long, she understood that those words contained warnings.

Seeing Song Qingchun’s loss, Cheng Qingcong felt a little guilty in her heart. She lowered her head and stayed quiet for a moment before raising her head. She stared at Song Qingchun and said something obvious, trying to ease the stiff atmosphere: “But Although I don’t know who the person Mr. Su likes, I know that person must be very important to Mr. Su."

I don’t know if it’s because the expectation fell short. Song Qingchun showed some interest in Cheng Qingcong’s words. She slightly pulled the corner of her lips and casually “hmm”, perfunctory.

The atmosphere seemed a bit stagnate again. Cheng Qingcong stared at Song Qingchun for a while, then suddenly remembered one of the past events and couldn't help but said again: "In a winter about two years ago, I and President Su I went to the United States for a business trip. It was snowing in the United States that day. The client I had to see was postponed to the next day because of something. So I accompanied Mr. Su to work in the hotel. On that day, Mr. Su was in a bad mood. I drank too much in the restaurant of the hotel, I helped him back to the room, he kept shouting Tingting in his mouth."

Speaking of this, Cheng Qingcong had a distressed expression on his face: "I was a little unkind at that time. I was curious about Dr. Su's drunkenness. I asked him a question, is Tingting the person you like? Do you know how he got back to me? ?"

Song Qingchun was interested, turned his head and looked directly at Cheng Qing's eyes.

Cheng Qingcong smiled lightly, staring at the sight outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and became a little erratic. About three seconds later, he said: "He said, no, she is not the one I like, she is the one I love."

Deep love and liking... both express one's feelings for another, but liking may be due to interest, but deep love is a lifetime.

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