Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingqing stared blankly at the director for a moment, and suddenly understood what was happening, and bent his lips and smiled at the director: "Take some medicine, sleep for a while, a lot better, I think there is still some work to be done Handle it and come over."

"Then you have to pay attention to rest. If you are uncomfortable later, go home from get off work early."

"Thank you, Director."

Song Qingchun waited for the director to pass by before carrying her bag to her office.

At this time it was noon break, many people were lying on the table and going to bed in the morning. Occasionally one or two colleagues got up and poured water into the pantry. When they walked forward with Song Qingchun, they would greet her friendly.

Tang Nuan sat at his desk, seemingly staring at the computer to deal with work, but in fact, Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes kept watching Song Qingchun until she entered the office and closed the door before she closed her attention. Came back.

She carried the bag beside her to the front, opened it, stared at the small medicine bottle that was quietly inside, and thoughtfully looked.

...

Sitting on the office chair, Song Qingchun first pressed the switch of the computer, then touched the phone out of her pocket, found a text message, and clicked in. Sure enough, as the director said, she saw the leave message sent by her.

It was distributed at 4:58 in the morning.

At that time she was asleep...So was Su Zhinian holding her mobile phone to help her take the leave?

Since he was taking advantage of her while she was asleep, why did she leave her and leave, why did she ask for leave again and tell the waiter not to give her a package too soon?

In his self-contradictory approach, is there a woman in her heart, or is she not?

In the magnificent suite, Song Qingchun spent a lot of effort to calm down her mind and became confused again.

Just like last night, the two little men in her heart started fighting again.

She was too tired last night and took the medicine again. The two children had not yet got a result, but she fell asleep first.

But now, she didn't have a bit of sleepiness. The two little men were playing around in the heart. They never scored a victory or defeat. At the end, she was about to torture and collapse.

Song Qingqi got upset and walked around the office. Just when she was crazy and wanted to pull her hair off, the office door was knocked.

Song Qingchun took a deep breath and tried to keep calm on the face. After sitting on the office chair, he said, "Go in."

It was her assistant who pushed in the door to report to her this week's work summary.

At first, Song Qingchun could listen to a few words. Later, her thoughts drifted to Su Zhinian, and she could only hear the assistant chattering around, but she didn't know anything about what she said.

In fact, the assistant reported that the work time was not short, but she felt extremely difficult. Finally, when she saw the bouquet of flowers on the desk, she pulled a rose flower, broke the petals, and meditation in the heart. : He likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me, he doesn't like me...

...The last petal is: He doesn't like me.

Doesn't he like her? If he liked it, how could he force her to take birth control pills so cruelly?

but……

If it was changed before last night, Song Qingchun would not have this luck.