Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian is like not hearing Song Qingchun's words. Just like Song Qingchun who just confessed, he said by himself: "...even, I was a little touched."

Song Qingchun opened her mouth. This time he couldn't even shout out his name. The blood in her body seemed to be frozen by the ice, still.

"You are very beautiful, very smart, and you have a good background... a good girl...but..." Su Zhinian stopped, staring at Song Qingqing faintly, as if pondering what to say next .

Although he just said so many beautiful words, and desperately praised her a lot of good, but Song Qingchun's tears slowly flowed down, she knew that his words were only comfort of the scene.

In the face of her tears, his eyebrows were calm. He probably thought a lot of words, maybe he felt wrong, and he never said anything.

The two people were quiet for nearly five minutes. Su Zhinian's eyelids drooped, and then he said, "...I'm sorry..."

When the sound of "apology" was settled, his eyelids lifted up and aimed at her eyes, how frankly and frankly he said: "...I don't like you."

I don't like you...

Song Qingchun hung two lines of tears on his face, staring at Su Zhinian's handsome face for a while, then slowly replayed these words in his mind.

I don't like you...I don't like you...I don't like you...

Song Qingqing clearly felt that the energy in her body was floating in the brain with this sentence, and it was drained little by little. It was obviously a hot summer, but her hands and feet were cold as if it was in a cold winter.

This was her first confession in her life, and the first time she was rejected in this life. She stared at him blankly, not knowing how she should react to his rejection.

Her brain was blank, and even the tears she was streaming forgot to shed.

There was silence again on the dining table, the atmosphere was awkward and silent.

After a while, Su Zhinian saw that Song Qingchun didn't say anything, and then he said again: "I don't like it now, and I won't like it in the future."

After finishing the speech, Su Zhinian didn't even have time to digest Song Qingchun. He directly raised his hand, shouted the waiter, and said, "Checkout."

It wasn't until the waiter took the consumption slip that Song Qingchun recovered with a stunned look. The tears were like broken pearls, and they continued to fall down. Even at the end, she didn't control her emotions and spoke softly. Sniffed his nose.

Su Zhinian knew she was crying, but she didn't show any performance. She just took out her wallet smoothly, handed it to the waiter, swiped the card, entered the password, signed it, and then nodded indifferently to the waiter's "Thank you" .

Then he stuffed the invoice into his wallet, put it in his pocket again, and then stooped to pick up the car key on the ground, stood up from his seat, and looked like he was leaving.

He took two steps toward the dining table and the aisle before the table, and finally he couldn't hold back. He turned to glance at Song Qingchun. The girl's crying pear blossoms were raining, and the nibs were reddened.

Su Zhinian stretched her lip corners, not to start, thought for a moment, and left a "goodbye" indifferently, and raised her long legs.