Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

No wonder he lost so much weight, no wonder he has a fever...

Sometimes, the truest and deepest feelings often come silently, making people unaware.

But this kind of feeling of coming quietly is not really quiet, because it will prompt you to do something that you should not do.

It’s like Song Qingchun at this moment. She clearly understands Su Zhinian’s life and death. Pain and pain have nothing to do with me, but when she sees the takeaway on his table and the empty refrigerator, there is nothing wrong with it. Guan Ji left, but also removed all the takeaways on the table and Su Zhinian from the back door of the restaurant and threw them into the trash can. He also went to the supermarket and bought two carts. Su Zhinian's refrigerator was full of stuff, and finally he went to the kitchen to make Su Zhinian a large table of sumptuous meals.

Song Qingchun wasted an hour and a half in the supermarket. She was cooking, porridge and stew. When everything was about to toss, Song Qingchun took out her mobile phone and glanced at the time. It was already half past five in the evening. .

Song Qingchun almost collapsed. Without even thinking, he blurted out a national curse: "It's so late?"

She was thinking of taking Su Zhinian's infusion time to prepare everything for him, and then left silently. But I didn't expect that it would be so late when I was busy.

She stretched out a hand and broke her finger and counted: "Dr. Xia arrived at about 1:30. If the earliest press was to suspend the Su delivery at that time, the suspender at Su at 4:30 should be the latest. Finished..."

Song Qingchun thought that she had been in the kitchen all the time and turned on the smoking machine. The buzzing noise made her never hear any movement outside.

She frowned and couldn't help whispering: "Now this point, Dr. Xia must have left already?"

"However, shouldn't Su Takeaway go downstairs?" Song Qingchun's dark eyes suddenly filled with a layer of hope: "The smoking machine is so loud that if he goes downstairs, he will definitely hear it, and he will definitely come to the kitchen by then. Take a look..."

Song Qingchun bit her finger and analyzed, while staring at the porridge that had not yet been cooked, thinking about it, and then lowering the fire slightly: "While Su delivery has not been found, it is too late to slip away... …"

Song Qingchun said, she opened the kitchen door, ran out quickly, and when she was about to rush to the door of the restaurant, she seemed to remember something, and then folded back to the table, holding the pen and paper on it, While whispering, he wrote: "Porridge is in the kitchen, and it will turn off in about 20 minutes."

After writing, Song Qingchun quickly threw a pen, attached the note paper to the center of the table, and quickly ran towards the restaurant door.

She protruded her head first, looked around, and there was no one in the living room. Then she let out a long sigh of relief, and then walked tentatively towards the entrance.

When Song Qingchun walked to the sofa, she took her bag and took a deep breath. She was preparing to run out of Su Zhinian’s villa, and she heard slippers coming downstairs. sound.

Song Qingchun stiffened his body, turned his head instinctively, saw Su Zhinian put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked slowly down the stairs with a leisurely step.