Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

She wiped her wrists with wet wipes. How did she hold on to it?

Cheng Qingcong stared at Song Qingchun and waited for a while to see that she still didn't make any move, so he spoke again, repeating the reminder of the number of times tonight: "Miss Song?"

"Ah?" Song Qingchun suddenly raised his head and looked at Cheng Qingcong for a moment, watching her say nothing, just staring quietly at his palm, so he looked down at him and found Cheng Qingcong The wipes handed to myself, I don't know when she had been squeezed into a ball.

She smiled at Cheng Qingcong a little embarrassedly, then unfolded the wipes, wiped her wrists indiscriminately, and threw them aside.

She absently picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat, but the chopsticks prodded into the bowl, and even a grain of rice was not caught, it was stuffed into her mouth.

What happened to Miss Song? Obviously, the wrist that was burned by the lion's head should be wiped, but the other hand was wiped? The chopsticks didn't catch anything, so she stuffed it in her mouth, but she seemed to be unaware of it, and was still repeating this move...

Cheng Qingshang, who has corrected many of Song Qing’s mistakes tonight, stared at Song Qing in front of him, and was embarrassed to correct it.

After a while, Song Qingzhen realized that she was having problems again. She smiled at Cheng Qingcong a little, and then explained in a small voice: "I just thought about something else, I'm sorry ..."

Cheng Qingcong smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

Song Qingchun continued to smile, and then lowered her head. She looked at the dishes on the table, and she had no desire or desire to eat. All she thought about was the things in Su Zhinian's private room upstairs.

She held the chopsticks, sat dry for a while, then put the chopsticks down, raised her eyelids, and said to Cheng Qingchun: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I will accompany you?" Cheng Qingcong said, and would stand up.

"No need." Song Qingchun just wanted to go out alone.

Cheng Qingcong could see that Song Qingchun was in a bad mood tonight, afraid of wanting some private space, so he nodded thoughtfully: "You can call me at any time if you have something to do."

"Okay." Song Qingchun took the bag and got up and walked out of the box.

Song Qingchun really didn’t know where she was going to come out of the box to ventilate, so she walked along the long corridor with full speed, aimlessly walking forward, when walking in front of the elevator, She stopped abruptly, there was someone next to him who was about to go upstairs, the elevator door opened, and she walked into the elevator casually. After that person pressed the floor, she also randomly pressed a number, followed by The person who got on the elevator together got off the elevator first, and she was the only one left in the elevator. When she stopped, she realized that she had come to the floor where Su Zhinian's box was located.

Strange, why did she come here?

Standing at the entrance of the elevator, Song Qingchun thought quietly for a moment, looked at the direction of Su Zhinian's box, hesitated for a moment, and turned back to the elevator.

She raised her hand, first pressed the elevator's close button, and then pressed the elevator's open button again, and the elevator door kept opening and closing, closing and opening under her action, repeating how many times, Song Suddenly, when she didn't know how many times the elevator door was opened, Youth walked out of it. She turned around almost without any stay and walked towards Su Zhinian's box.