Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

At that time, she didn't feel much, just thought he was busy, sometimes speaking for an hour or two on the phone... But now, she listened to his faint familiar tone, and even missed it in her heart.

Often when he is busy, she will entertain herself, either running or running in the gym, or just chasing the drama on the sofa... that is the life, in fact, it is very boring to think about, but she does not know Why, now I really want to relive the old beauty at that time.

A faint desolation flooded Song Qingchun's chest. She stood at the door of the study for a long time. Until Su Zhinian hung up, she raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Go in." Su Zhinian's simple and simple voice came soon.

Song Qingchun pushed the door open, and when he walked in, he saw Su Zhinian dialed another phone out, probably there was really something urgent for the company to deal with. He pointed at her and pointed to her on the sofa before she even sat down. , The phone was answered, he had to wait for her to make a slight gesture, and began to say something with shares and profit.

Song Qingchun didn't disturb Su Zhinian. She sat on the sofa and looked around Su Zhinian's study. She realized the reflection of Su Zhinian on the floor-to-ceiling window.

His sitting posture is very elegant, holding the phone in one hand and the mouse still pointing at the other hand from time to time, as if he is busy with two purposes.

When she lived in his house before, it was not that she had not looked for him when Su Zhinian was busy.

She clearly remembered that once she played a game herself, she couldn't get through it, so she held her computer and asked him for help. At the time, she was just like now. He was video chatting with a foreigner. Minutes, but she was impatient waiting on the sofa.

But today, she is also sitting on the sofa, but there is some hope that he can continue to make this call, until it never hangs up, until the world is so wild, so that she can stay in his home for a long time.

No matter how much Song Qingchun hopes, Su Zhinian eventually hung up.

Su Zhinian put down his phone, his hands crackled on the keyboard for about a minute, then leaned on the seat, raised his hand, rubbed some brows of pain, and after a moment, he looked at Song Qingchun : "Wait a long time?"

Song Qingchun shook her head at Su Zhinian, even though she didn't want to say goodbye anymore, she began to pull her lips at Su Zhinian and said, "It's not early, I have to go."

"Wait a moment." Su Zhinian put down her slender fingers that fell on her eyebrows, and touched the doubts in Song Qingchun's eyes, and explained quietly: "Your clothes haven't dried yet."

Song Qingchun blinked his eyes, before thinking that before he went upstairs, he seemed to hear the rumbling sound on the first floor, but he didn’t pay attention to what was the sound. It turned out to be the washing machine... her dirty clothes, he helped Did she wash it?

Song Qingchun didn't know what he was really happy about. In short, his heart suddenly became sweet and warm.

She "oh" snorted, her lips curled uncontrollably, and then said another sentence: "Thank you."

Su Zhinian made a hum, didn't speak, and didn't continue to be busy anymore.

Song Qingchun looked at him quietly while thinking secretly in his heart: Is he busy with work?