Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Women are always like this, no matter how bad the mood is, they will always be bought and bought and cured.

When Song Qingchun carried the big and small bags upstairs, he still hummed and sang lightly in his mouth, completely without the depression of leaving the house in the morning.

It was still early, she sat cross-legged on the bed-, unpacking today's trophies one by one, and then placed a good graphic, took a picture and put it in the circle of friends, and then put those things one by one.

After tossing these, it was already half past six, Song Qingchun washed his hands and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When he was busy, he didn't feel much. When he was busy, Song Qingchun walked out of the kitchen and looked at the completely dark night outside the window. The kind of lowness when he left in the morning spread again.

The room was very quiet. This kind of quietness made her mood even worse.

She used to stay in such a large villa alone, and she didn't feel anything wrong, but today, she looked at this magnificently renovated villa, how disappointing it looks.

She took the remote control and turned on the TV, which happened to be broadcasting a costume drama she had recently chased.

It was obviously the drama she was looking forward to on TV, but she couldn't watch it with a little interest, but at the end, she felt a bit boring.

The sound of the TV was opened loudly by her, but she felt that the room was more deserted and unpleasant than when it was quieter.

Song Qingchun threw the remote control aside anxiously, and then his eyes were pulled away from the TV. When he swept the floor clock, he realized that it was half past eight.

It's half past eight, why didn't Su Zhinian go home?

With this thought flashing through her mind, she also realized why she just felt that the villa was not pleasing to the eye.

It was because he was not at home... Actually a short time ago, when he was at home every day, he and her were in the Cold War, and there was no communication between them... so he was not there, and it had no effect on her, but how did she feel that way? Not happy?

Song Qingchun felt more and more depressed when she thought about it. She let out a long sigh of relief, and then stood up, holding her mobile phone, watching the time all the time, and started walking around the room nonstop.

At eight forty, but ten minutes, Song Qingchun felt very long.

She didn't know what kind of wind she was blowing. She even ordered Su Zhinian's WeChat. She raised her hand and typed a word on it, but she didn't send it out. She held her mobile phone and continued walking around the house. When the minute hand was approaching fifty, Song Qingchun secretly bit her teeth, holding her mobile phone, staring at the words he typed. After watching for a moment, she pressed the send button.

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Su Zhinian lay on the bed last night, listening to the movement of Song Qingchun in the next room, and did not sleep well all night.

When he was working in the morning, he couldn't calm down.

At first, he thought that it was caused by his decision to alienate Song Qingchun last night, but by noon, his heart began to panic, and even the blood in his body became turbulent.

This kind of panic gave him a very bad hunch, like hinting that something big was going to happen.

Even he carefully followed up the recent situation of his company and Song's enterprise, everything is running normally.

Not a company? What would that be?

...

Su Zhinian thought of his mother.