Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian was sitting by the bed. The gentle breath on his body continually floated into Song Qingchun's nose, and the string that made her heart tight for a long time suddenly broke, and the whole person fell into it gradually. In my sleep.

In the short time that accompanied Song Qingzhen falling asleep, Su Zhinian tuned into a silent mobile phone and came in more than a dozen calls, all from Cheng Qingshang... He knew that it was those shareholders who were standing outside the door of the suite In the process of urging Cheng Qingchun, Cheng Qingchun had no choice but to urge him.

He relied on his hearing beyond ordinary people and heard the voices of those outside the door clearly.

"Miss Cheng, please trouble General Manager Su. It's almost one o'clock in the morning. We have been waiting outside for two hours."

"Yes, Miss Cheng... call again..."

Cheng Qingcong: "Everyone is really sorry, I have made several calls, but President Su has not answered them."

"Miss Cheng, if President Su stayed in there overnight, wouldn't we have to stand by the door all night?"

...

Su Zhinian heard this, lowered his eyes, pulled out his mobile phone, and tapped a few times on it. After a minute or so, there was a clear voice in his ears outside the door.

Cheng Qingcong: "President Su texted me."

"what?"

"Can we go back for now?"

Facing everyone's inquiries, Cheng Qingcong seemed to have difficulty speaking, hesitated for a while, and then returned only 15 to 10: "Su said that he is now coaxing Miss Song to sleep, let everyone continue to wait."

"Did you make a mistake? Just to coax a woman to sleep, and let us all stand here to dry up with us?"

"It's a bit too exaggerated, right?"

"What's the urgent matter, do you have to hold a shareholders' meeting tonight, won't it work tomorrow?"

...

Those protests fell in Su Zhinian's ears, and did not arouse the slightest wave at all. He still stood beside Song Qingchun without a hurry, coaxing her to sleep.

The girl was terrified. Although she fell asleep quickly, she slept all the time.

Su Zhinian raised her hand and patted her gently twice every time she noticed an uneasiness in her heart.

I don't know how many times such a move has been repeated. Song Qingchun finally fell asleep. She seemed to have had some sweet dreams, and her lips were raised gently.

Su Zhinian raised his wrist and glanced at the time. It was already half past two in the morning. He sorted out the crumpled clothes, got up, walked out of the bedroom lightly, and tried to put the movement to the lightest door. Then, he walked to the door of the suite, opened the door, and let in a group of people who had been waiting for hours outside.

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At first, Song Qingchun really slept very hard, always dreaming of being crushed by the man under the scene.

But every time there was panic in her heart, someone was always leaning on her ear, patting her back gently, and the tone was low and soft: "I'm here, don't be afraid, be good, Stop thinking, sleep..."

Then she was calmed down again by that coaxing sound and fell into a deep sleep.

In her sleep, she could always feel that there was a hand on her back, which was large and warm, which made her very intimate and even couldn't help smiling.