Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

"So..." Su Zhinian said, bending over slightly, grabbing her chin, and turning her head to the mirror beside the conference room.

Through the clean mirror, Song Qingchun saw herself inside, her body naked and naked, while Su Zhinian, who stood in front of her, was dressed neatly.

She is so embarrassed, and he is so noble... such a strong contrast is better than a thousand words in his mouth, like a loud slap, thrown **** her face.

He is interested in your body, but he is only interested in your body. If he really cares about you, how can he make you embarrassed by your clothes?

"...Do you understand now? I won't touch you when I'm awake... And you know that every time I touch you, it's unconscious and drunk, right? "

With his words, her tears fell one by one, falling to his fingertips.

His lips squeezed silently, and the expression on his face became colder and colder, and the words in his mouth were more cruel and decisive: "...that's all because you look like this. Tingting’s face, when I was drunk, I recognized you as her."

Song Qingchun bowed her head in embarrassment, her tears were like a broken pearl, and it fell even more fiercely. Even she sobbed quietly: "Don't say...I know, don't say it..."

Su Zhinian seemed to have not heard her words, and Zhang Zhanghe, who continued to be lukewarm, said, "To be frank, if it weren't for you to look like Tingting, I guess I didn't even bother to look at you... If you really want to be so cheap, it’s okay for me, it doesn’t matter. I don’t mind you sleeping for me. Anyway, your face like Tingting can comfort my heart...”

"I beg you, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it!" When Su Zhinian said that long paragraph, Song Qingnian kept mumbling this sentence.

But he never stopped and continued to say: "However, the premise must be said, even if I sleep with you, you are just a substitute for her..."

Song Qingchun, at a loss, suddenly raised her hand wildly, opened Su Zhinian's hand to pinch her chin, and then covered her ears fiercely, and continued to shout with a sharp voice: "Don't say it, do not talk!"

But his words, as if magnified indefinitely, still drilled into her ears.

"Don't ever dream of becoming my lover..."

Song Qingchun screamed suddenly, and then she jumped off the desk in a panic, picked up the clothes scattered all over the place, and put them on indiscriminately.

Su Zhinian stood aside quietly, watching her panic move with cold eyes, her brows were indifferent without any emotion.

Song Qingchun put on her clothes and didn't even look at Su Zhinian. She dropped her head on the table and stuffed her head into the bag, and stumbled out of the meeting room.

Su Zhinian, who was standing in the conference room, heard Cheng Qingchun's caring voice outside the door: "Miss Song? What's wrong with you?"

"Miss Song, be careful..." As Cheng Qingcong's words settled, Su Zhinian heard a sound similar to a person hitting a chair.