Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Cheng Qingcong took the door of the conference room consciously after everyone was done.

In the huge conference room, only Song Qingnian and Su Zhinian were left.

The large screen in front has been turned into a lock screen because no one has manipulated it for more than time, and "Su's Enterprises" of various sizes are floating on it.

Su Zhinian sat quietly in the seat for a moment, slowly stood up, walked to the big screen, picked up the remote control, pressed the key, and then threw the remote control on the conference table, accompanied by a crisp sound His eyes fell calmly on Song Qingchun, whose chest was undulating with anger: "Speak, come and talk to me."

She had already opened the door and photographed the gift box in front of him. Why was he always clever? Why didn't she know the purpose of her coming to him?

But the first sentence he said to her was not to explain how the gift box came from, but to ask her what to talk about?

The anger in Song Qingchun's chest was suddenly lighted to the extreme by Su Zhinian. She took a step forward and grabbed the gift box that had just been photographed on the table by herself. After smashing it, he gritted his teeth and scolded: "Su Zhinian, you are a liar!"

The man stood casually and elegantly without dodge.

The gift box flew across his ears, hit the big screen behind him, bounced back, and fell to his feet.

Facing Song Qingren's angry scolding, he stooped and picked up the gift box.

As soon as he stood upright, Song Qingchun unzipped his bag and unzipped the contents of it onto the conference table, then picked up the ticket and threw it over Su Zhinian. , Continued to scold angrily in his mouth: "You are a big liar!"

The air ticket was light and thin, and Song Qingjun used a lot of energy, but still did not smash Su Zhinian's body, but when there was still some distance from Su Zhinian, it fell lightly on the desktop in front of him.

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the words on it, his expression was still calm and confused.

Song Qingchun grabbed the clothes that had been rubbed into two groups, and walked to Su Zhinian, vigorously on his desk spreading out in front of his eyes, trembling his fingertips while igniting his skirt, while igniting Su Zhi Nian's shirt: "Blue, red, green, yellow... When I was painting next to Japan Square, the paint I used was on your clothes!"

Song Qingchun pulled out the ticket from under her clothes and shook it hard against Su Zhinian: "The day I came back from Japan, you also came back from Japan, and it was the same flight as me!"

"When I was in Japan, I also received a call from your secretary, Miss Cheng, asking me where you went..."

Song Qingchun raised her eyelids and firmly asked Su Zhinian's dark and deep eyes, and asked: "...you were in Japan those days, right?"

Su Zhinian nodded his eyelids and said nothing.

"When I was in Japan, you were in Japan, and you followed me all the time, didn't you?"

"Okay...you don't talk, it doesn't matter, what about this?" Song Qingchun threw the ticket on the conference table, grabbed the gift box held by Su Zhinian and continued to press.