Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun froze for a moment before he noticed that the skirt on his body was dirty and unsightly.

No wonder when she just went to the supermarket to buy things, so many people looked at her...

As soon as Song Qingchun blushed, she took over the T-shirt from Su Zhinian's hand, lowered her head and yelled, turned and stepped on the stairs, and ran upstairs.

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When Song Qingnian moved away from Su Zhinian's house, she almost took away her clothes. Su Zhinian went upstairs to find it for a long time, only to find the largest T-shirt, but no matter how big it was, she wore it on Song Qingnian's body. It was just barely covering her hips.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Song Qingchun dragged down several times, before slowly walking downstairs.

Su Zhinian tilted her legs and sat leisurely on the sofa while watching TV. Hearing her footsteps, she raised her head inertially, glanced at her, and then her eyes stuck to her exposed two After a long time on the white and slender long legs, he forced himself to pull his eyes back, stood up without a word, and took the lead into the restaurant.

Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun were still sitting in their original positions.

Probably due to habit, Song Qingchun gave Su Zhinian the soup and handed him chopsticks and rice.

The two people at the dinner table had never had any conversation. They had been silently eating their own meals, but the two people looked at each other from time to time. It was just that when he looked at her, she was eating her food. When looking at him, he lowered his eyebrows to drink soup.

This kind of picture is like the scene when she was responsible for his food, clothing and shelter.

Except for the occasional crisp sound of chopsticks touching a porcelain bowl, the entire restaurant is exceptionally quiet, but the atmosphere is not as embarrassing as it was when Su Zhinian's bedroom was quiet at noon. Instead, there was a touch of warmth and beauty.

After eating, Song Qingchun, as in the past, naturally started to tidy up the dining table.

Su Zhinian originally helped, but when he was wiping the table with a rag, he inadvertently raised his head through the open restaurant door and swept to Song Qingchun who was standing in front of the sink.

She bent halfway, her t-shirt was moved up a lot, her hips were looming.

He stared at the picture for a while before realizing what he was doing, and his pale face quickly hung a light red.

He hurriedly took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes again, he forced himself to stop looking in that direction, but he kept aiming where he kept aiming and aiming, and there was an impulse and irritability that could not be said. He began to roll rapidly from his body, making his breathing a little bit heavier. He was afraid that he would really go crazy when he stayed again. He simply put down the rag and turned away from the restaurant.

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Song Qingchun came out of the restaurant at half past seven.

The TV in the living room is off, and the ads of Jiaduobao are playing, but Su Zhinian is gone.

He left her for dinner, she no longer lives in his villa, at this time she, Yu Qingli should all say goodbye to leave.

Song Qingchun stood for a moment in the living room before striding slowly and went upstairs slowly.

Su Zhinian's bedroom door was open, no people were inside, and Song Qingnian went directly to the study.

Before reaching the door of the study, Song Qingchun heard the low voice of Su Zhinian coming from inside.

Such a picture can't be more familiar...

When she used to live in his villa, she heard him talking on the phone and working almost every night.