Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

"What brand? What color? Do you remember?"

"Buick..." The staff thought for a while and said, "It looks like Buick, the car is yellow."

"Where did you go?" Qin Yinan asked while stepping on the accelerator. The staff's "right turn" had just arrived in his ears. He had controlled the steering wheel and turned right onto the highway.

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Song Qingchun ordered an alarm at 9:30 in the morning, but because she didn't sleep all night, she didn't wake up by the alarm.

Later she was still in her sleep, dreaming of Su Zhinian and a woman kiss-kiss-wrap-mian.

At the beginning, she still held a good attitude towards the show, and she didn't care to appreciate the scene of Yi-Ning-Spring-Light.

But at the moment when she admired the hottest moment, the woman who turned her back suddenly turned slowly towards her.

In her dream, she also dreamed of what the woman would look like, but when she saw her face clearly, her heart tightened fiercely, and people woke up from the dream.

Holding the quilt, Song Qingchun sat up violently, first patted his heart vigorously, and then slowly turned his head, facing the side mirror, confirming that he had seen her face and she had just dreamed When she saw that Su Zhinian's face-mian-chao-kun was exactly the same, she was terrified and closed her eyes again.

Hell, how did she sleep in the daytime, and even dreamed about what she and Su Zhinian did?

It must be because of last night...

With Song Qingchun's thoughts, her mind immediately came up with Su Zhinian pressing her down-under-body -, a kiss kissed on her face, and then her face, red like a fire, has been Extends to the small root of the ear.

Song Qingchun shook his head fiercely, throwing those cluttered thoughts into his mind, and then picked up the phone, and found that he had shut down automatically when there was no electricity.

Song Qingchun got out of bed, charged up her mobile phone, and glanced at the clock on the wall before entering the bathroom. It turned out to be half past eleven.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was the activity of Song's enterprise, it seems that the company can't go...

Song Qingzheng went into the bathroom while thinking about how to explain to the director about the morning absence.

In the process of taking a bath, Song Qingchun thought of many excuses, but when standing in front of the sink, brushing her teeth, she saw her luo exposed on the skin through the mirror in front of her, with red dots all over her head The excuse of how to explain to the Taiwan Director originally turned out to be an uncontrollable picture of her and Su Zhinian.

It wasn't until she swallowed the toothpaste in her belly as she swallowed subconsciously, she shook her head again, shook all the pictures out of her mind, then lowered her head to flush her mouth with red face .

When Song Qingqi went downstairs and went to the restaurant to find water, he saw a note left by Su Zhinian on the refrigerator door.

A few simple words, the handwriting is smooth, the dragon dances.

"Breakfast is in the incubator."

Song Qingzheng stared at the note, and became soft and tender without her own awareness. With a smile on her lips, she stuck the note to her pajamas and walked to the incubator In the past, I brought Su Zhinian's breakfast to the dining table and sat down to eat it.

Song Qingchun was a little bit, starting from Su Zhinian's villa, went to the club where Song's corporate activities are located.