Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun walked until about a hundred meters from Su Zhinian's car before stopping.

When she was just leaning against the street lamp and waiting for the car, her legs were uncomfortably shaking, and at this time, after walking for such a short distance, almost like exhausting all the energy in her body, even let her breathe become Something is hard.

Song Qingchun subconsciously supported an ancient tree on the side of the road, closed his eyes, took a few breaths, and then slowly turned around, leaning weakly on the trunk.

The message sent by the special car was still unresponsive and has been closed.

Song Qingchun felt that she was going away, and she was likely to faint here. She doubled the fare increase and called the car again.

The number of notifications for the number of special cars on the mobile phone screen has been growing madly, but no one has ever come to take orders.

Song Qingnian felt the virtual sweat coming out of her body and soaked her clothes. She held the mobile phone firmly and strongly supported her consciousness, thinking that even if she was going to faint, she would have to wait until Su Zhinian left, before she fainted.

Time was indefinitely pulled by her in discomfort.

The number of minutes on the screen of the mobile phone, but only moved five times, Song Qingchun felt that he could not sustain his torment.

When the number jumped for the seventh time, Cheng Qingcong finally came out of the revolving door of the "Beijing City Club".

Her pace is quick and capable, but Song Qingchun feels that it is far from enough. Her eyes are almost always stuck to Cheng Qingcong’s feet. When Cheng Qingchun walked to the car and pulled the car door to sit, Song Qingchun finally Secretly relieved.

Su Zhinian's car started slowly, as he got closer and closer to him, Song Qingchun knew that Su Zhinian might not look at her, but she still lowered her head.

About half a minute later, Song Qingchun thought that Su Zhinian's car had already passed. She slowly raised her head. She didn't expect to see his car stopped when she didn't know when and why.

It was only twenty meters away from her, and her vision just happened to see him sitting inside through the rear car window.

Perhaps because of the start of the car, he has stopped working, leaning on the back of the car with an elegant posture, drooping his eyes slightly, exuding a noble and indifferent atmosphere.

Song Qingjun actually wanted to take back his eyes when he touched Su Zhinian's face, but the high fever caused him to react and couldn't keep up with the brain's thinking. After a long delay, he controlled his head to turn around. However, before looking away from his face completely, he suddenly turned his head slightly and met her eyes.

Song Qingchun pursed her lips, and the movement was another meal.

Even though she is burning a little and can't tell the direction, she can still clearly capture the faint alienation from the bottom of his eyes.

Yu Guang in the corner of Song Qingchun's eyes saw Su Zhinian's driver put down his phone and restarted the car.

The eyes that he and she looked at were getting closer and closer to her. When the front of the car drove in front of her, her eyes were black, and the whole person could no longer support the planting on the ground.

The pain of falling to the ground made her snort. Before she fell into a coma completely, her eyes flew uncontrollably towards Su Zhinian in the car.

The man faced her fainted on the ground, his expression was very calm, and even looked at her originally, slowly turned away.