Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

I have contacted him with text messages every day these days, but I didn't feel much missed. Until she just saw the black card, she suddenly wanted to see him...want to see him.

This kind of thought became stronger and stronger in Song Qingchun's heart. At the end, she suddenly closed her wallet and started the car quickly as if she had made a decision. She dropped a car at the intersection ahead and rushed Su Zhinian's villa opened. ?

In the past, when Song Qingzhen went to see Su Zhinian, he would arrange an appointment with him in advance on the text message.

This time it was really just an unexpected accident. Until Song Qingchun stopped the car at the gate of Su Zhinian's villa, she remembered that she had not greeted him.

But everyone was here, so I couldn't go away... Song Qingchun thought about it for a moment, and found a reason for himself. He turned off the car and got out of the car and walked to the door.

Song Qingchun knew the password of Su Zhinian's villa, but still ringing the doorbell first, but no one answered after several rings.

Song Qingchun seemed to think of something. He touched the phone and glanced at the time. It was just seven o'clock. I was afraid that Su Zhinian was still on the way from get off work.

This is not the day when he had a contract with her. Although she knew the password, she could not enter the room when he was not there.

But fortunately, she just found herself a reason to come over without saying hello in advance, so when he came back, she lied to him and said that she had just arrived and was about to ring the doorbell and saw his car driving... …

Song Qingchun, who arranged everything in his mind, stood for a while at the door and returned to the car.

Song Qingchun opened the car music, and then lowered his driver's license a bit, lying half on it, playing games and looking at the road behind him through the rearview mirror.

Time passed by unconsciously, and at eight o'clock in the evening, Su Zhinian's car shadow did not appear.

Shouldn't it be so unfortunate that she came to see him for the first time without saying hello, right?

But she sent him a text message in the afternoon, he hasn't returned yet...Song Qingchun frowned, staring at the phone screen with some embarrassment, thinking about whether to send a text message to Su Zhinian again.

While she was hesitant, the phone in her palm shook and a message popped up on the screen.

It was sent by Su Zhinian. When she asked him about the weather in the United States in the afternoon, "What's the weather?"

With Su Zhinian's text messages, Song Qingnian didn't need to struggle anymore, he just typed a few words on the screen directly, and sent the past: "Not yet home?"

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This is probably Su Zhinian's busiest day since 2016. Two customers were received in the morning, three meetings were held in the afternoon with almost no interval, and a very important partner was entertained in the evening.

Even the short text message he just pulled from the dinner table and returned to Song Qingchun on the way to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Su Zhinian felt the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket. After he solved it, he washed his hands and then touched the mobile phone and glanced at the text message: "Not yet home?"

He subconsciously tapped on the keyboard: "No, things are a bit tonight..."

When the text message hit here, Su Zhinian's movement suddenly stopped.