Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Police-Cha retold the situation in detail, probably because the case was finally settled, and I was in a good mood. Before hanging up the phone, I also said to Song Qingchun: "Congratulations, Miss Song, from now on You can stop worrying."

Song Qingchun, who heard the news early in the morning, was in a good mood and was not saved. She smiled and returned a "thank you", and then hung up the phone happily.

I glanced at the time, it was seven o'clock in the morning, but Song Qingchun, who only slept for two hours, was completely unconscious by the police-watching phone call. She got up to wash, went downstairs to prepare breakfast, and then called Su Zhi Read.

While eating breakfast, Song Qingchun spoke to Su Zhinian about the phone call from police-cha.

Su Zhinian never answered the words, sitting on the seat opposite her plainly, eating elegantly, silently and eating early.

"...I've seen some abnormal fan stories on TV before, but I always think it's only there on TV, I didn't expect it to exist in reality... Anyway, things are fine, I'm finally Liberated..."

"I really want to suffocate recently. I decided that I would go to work at the company tomorrow. I have to dress up and go shopping..."

Speaking of this, Song Qingchun started to count the things she wanted to buy on her mobile phone recently.

"...The latest POLA is easy to use, as well as eye cream and Dior's new bag..."

Su Zhinian, who had been hanging down her eyes, slowly raised her eyelids and looked at the girl opposite.

Her fingers were green and tender, and her eyebrows were full of excitement and joy. The sound in her mouth was like a lark, and it was pleasant and moving.

Su Zhinian stared at the picture in front of her, for a moment, silently sighed in the bottom of her heart, then dropped her eyes, solved the porridge in the bowl with the fastest speed, and said to her The first sentence after getting up this morning: "The company has a meeting at nine, let's go first."

"Uh?" There was a chattering chatter about Song Qingchun, and Su Zhinian's words were suddenly stunned. When she recovered and was preparing for "Oh", Su Zhinian had got up and walked out of the restaurant .

Song Qingchun took a spoon and stirred the porridge in the bowl. Through the open restaurant door, you could hear Su Zhinian going upstairs and going downstairs. Then the door was closed and the car started.

Until the sound of the car disappeared, Song Qingchun's eyes slowly fell directly opposite him, staring at the bowl Su Zhinian used, and his brows lightly wrinkled.

Is it her illusion? Su Zhinian just now seems to be a bit wrong there.

Forget it, don't want to, anyway, he is always like this, his character is uncertain and inexplicable...

Song Qingchun thought for a while, but did not think there was something wrong, so he shook his head and bowed his head to drink porridge.

But the mood is far less pleasant than just now.

After eating breakfast, back to the upstairs, Song Qingchun's mood became more and more depressed.

She thought it was due to the physiological period, did not think too much, and drew a simple makeup to the vanity mirror, then she carried the bag and went out of the house.

I don’t know if it’s been a long time since I went shopping. Song Qingchun’s fighting ability is particularly strong today, and I didn’t return home until five o'clock in the evening.