Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

I didn't know how long I slept like this. Song Qingqing vaguely noticed that the warm palm on her back disappeared. She frowned slightly, and touched the bed unconsciously.

The originally sunken mattress has become flat, and the residual temperature after being seated on it remains.

Her eyebrows were wrinkled more and more, and in a state of half asleep and half awake, she continued to touch around randomly, and she never touched Su Zhinian's person. The long and curly eyelashes twitched gently and slowly. Open.

The bedroom was very quiet. There was no other light source except the dimly lit sleeping lamp beside the bed.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains two meters away are not drawn. Through the bright glass windows on the entire wall, you can see the dazzling lights of Beijing city at night.

Embracing the quilt, Song Qingchun slowly sat up and looked around the large bedroom of nearly 40 square meters, without seeing Su Zhinian.

What about others? Left, or?

Song Qingchun subconsciously looked at the bedroom door, then opened the quilt and got out of bed.

On the floor of the bedroom, there was a thick carpet, which was soft and silent.

She walked to the door of the bedroom, just preparing to put her hand on the doorknob, separated by a red carved solid wood door, Song Qingchun heard a low voice from outside the door.

"Mr. Su, I don't quite understand what you mean, so decent, why do you want to recycle my shares in high amounts?"

Although the voice was deliberately suppressed very low, Song Qingchun could still recognize it. This is the voice of a middle-aged man.

"Mr. Yang, the price I gave you is three times higher than the market price. I advise you to sign it. As for the reason, I think you know better than me." Song, the middle-aged man who spoke back to me The familiar voice of youth, Su Zhinian's voice. He seemed to have been chatting with the man named President Yang for a while, and there was obviously a trace of impatience in the indifferent tone.

"Mr. Su, my nephew Yang Zheng did offend you tonight, but you see, you have also sent people into the hospital, and you are almost angry, there is no need to kick me out of Jinbi glory? I promise In the future, Yang Zheng will definitely not happen next time, so, you see, can you think about it again?"

It was the voice of the middle-aged man again. After listening to these words, Song Qingchun finally understood what they were talking about.

Yang Zheng is the one who bullied her in the box... and this President Yang is his uncle or a brilliant shareholder... And Su Zhinian is now kicking his uncle out of the brilliant shareholder meeting?

The person who responded to President Yang this time was not Su Zhinian, but Cheng Qingcong's voice, using her usual gentle and polite tone: "Excuse me, President Yang, please sign it."

Cheng Qingcong paused, and Song Qingchun couldn’t see clearly what was happening in the room outside, but she thought it was Su Zhinian who gave Cheng Qingcong a hint. Cheng Qingcong then said, "Mr. Yang, you sign now. It’s not too ugly. If you insist on not signing like this, I’m afraid it will be embarrassing when you wait.”

"Mr. Su, are you threatening me?" Mr. Yang's words haven't settled yet, Su Zhinian said with a slight tone: "Mr. Yang, you misunderstood, this is not a threat to you, This is threatening you."