Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

After a while, Su Zhinian turned his head and took the MP3.

"Mr. Su, that meeting will be..." Cheng Qingcong had just spoken halfway through, suddenly stunned. She stared at Su Zhinian's red eyes for a while, and replaced the words she had just said half, with other words: " ...Will it be changed to tomorrow?"

"Well." Su Zhinian lowered his head, looked at the MP3 in his palm for a while, and responded gently.

"So Mr. Su, if it's fine, I'll go out first."

Su Zhinian was not talking. Cheng Qingcong picked up the mess that had just been collected from the ground and walked out of the meeting room.

Su Zhinian stood in front of the window for about ten minutes, turned around, walked out of the meeting room, did not return to his office, directly entered the elevator, went downstairs, and drove home.

He was at the entrance, changed his shoes, and slowly went upstairs. He was tired, but instead of going to the bedroom, he entered the study.

He sat in a chair, pulled out the MP3 from his pocket, stared at it for a while, then said that the MP3 was linked to the stereo, and pressed the on button.

The familiar music sounded, which was his favorite "We are all forgotten".

After the song that lasted more than four minutes stopped, the next song continued, and it turned out to be his favorite "We are all forgotten."

Su Zhinian frowned, picked up the MP3, clicked on the catalog, and found that there was only this song "We All Have Been Forgotten".

Su Zhinian shook violently with MP3's fingertips.

It turned out that he had many times, many times when she saw her on the street from a distance, and saw her listening to music with headphones, he thought she had listened to many songs, but did not expect that she listened from beginning to end. It’s only this song.

Su Zhinian felt that his heart seemed to be gripped severely by something, and it made his breathing difficult.

He leaned on the back of the chair and sat stiffly for a long time before slowing down.

He stretched out his hand slowly, entered the password on the side cabinet, and opened it. After searching for a long time, he found a very old file bag.

The file bag contained seemingly fierce evil spirits and monsters. Su Zhinian stared at it for a long time before opening it with his fingertips, and then slowly pulled out the files inside.

He looked pale when he saw the first sentence of the first paper of the document.

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Song Qingchun didn't know where she should go, she only knew that she had to escape where Su Zhinian was.

She got into a taxi indiscriminately and casually reported a place name. It took about an hour before the car stopped.

She turned her head slowly, glanced out the window, and later realized that she was in a hurry and reported to Houhai.

She paid the fare and got off.

At this time it was not dark, Houhai was sparsely populated and extremely quiet.

Song Qingchun walked aimlessly along the lake.

She didn't know how long she had been walking until she finally stopped when she was tired and couldn't move.

There were many people gathered there, some old people sitting and chattering, some children playing shuttlecocks, and several men and women singing while holding guitars.

Song Qingchun found a stone that was relatively far away from the bustling and sat down.

She stared at the shining lake in the distance, and the words he said to her rang in her ears.

——I'm really sorry, I will not treat you as her again in the future...