Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

She will smile when she hears good, and frowns when she hears bad.

Sometimes there will be others around her, and it is inevitable that she will be asked a sentence: "What's wrong?"

She shook her head and smiled, then answered: "It's fine."

Then as if it was really okay, she continued to talk, laugh, or step away with her friends, but no one knew that every time this happened, she would always be in the bottom of her heart and asked herself, what is wrong with her?

But later, Song Qingchun still saw Su Zhinian.

Although only once.

That day, her work was very busy. Just after the meeting in the morning, she grabbed a loaf of bread at lunch and hurriedly drove to the golf course in the eastern suburbs with her assistant, interviewing a film emperor who had just returned from a grand prize abroad.

The weather on that day was exceptionally good. The sky was blue and white, the sun was shining, and the air seemed to stand still, even without the breeze.

When she arrived, the film emperor also happened to be there. It was still ten minutes away from the agreed interview time, but it still started in advance. At the end, it was 25 minutes earlier than the estimated time, and the time was still sufficient. Song Qingchun It is suggested that the film emperor take some small videos.

The film emperor has won several awards for several years, but he is not a bit of a slack. He is very easy-going. After hearing Song Qing’s request, he directly asked his agent to find a sportswear to change into, very patiently matching Song Qing’s It is recommended to take a few short videos.

After shooting the last video on the golf course, Song Qingchun shook hands with the film emperor.

As she and her assistant walked towards the parking lot on a soft lawn, a golf ball flew under her feet.

She stopped her foot in shock, bent over and picked up the golf ball, and her name came in front of her: "Song Qingchun?"

She looked up suspiciously and saw Dono, dressed in black sportswear, standing in front of her with a golf club about two meters away.

"It's really you..." Don Nuo walked in and took the towel hanging from his neck, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said, "It's a coincidence."

"What a coincidence." Song Qingchun raised the golf ball in his hand: "Your?"

"Yes." Donno responded, as if he was afraid that someone might think his technology was rotten, and then added: "I was just playing around, but I was too careless and flew away..."

Song Qingchun smiled with a lip, just handed the golf ball to Donno, and heard a familiar cold voice not far away: "Did the ball be found?"

Song Qingchun's fingertips shook instinctively, and the golf ball almost fell to the ground. She barely stabilized her strength, and slowly put it into the palm of Donno, before turning her head and looking at the sound source.

This time it was no better than last night, she saw him more clearly.

He wore a sportswear of the same style as Dono, but it was white. He didn't hold anything in his hand, and laid it leisurely in his pocket. There was a baseball cap on his head.

Compared to normal days, he always has a serious suit and leather shoes, which makes him younger and more energetic.

He still had the expressionless facial paralysis, his brows were clear and his expression was weak.

Under the bright sunlight, his fair skin was like white jade without any flaws.

He seemed to be thinner than the last time she saw him before she moved out of his house, with a slightly sharp chin, but still thrillingly beautiful.