Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun tried hard to turn a blind eye, dried her long hair, wiped off her skin care products, and lying on the bed-ready to go to sleep, the afterglow of the corner of her eyes still inadvertently glanced at the phone screen.

The call happened to be cut off, and Song Qingchun saw 26 missed calls displayed on the screen, all from that phone number.

She has been calm and quiet for more than thirty days. How come suddenly, things about him have frequently appeared in her world?

To be fair, she really didn't want to make herself related to him anymore. To be precise, she was a little afraid that she was related to him again.

Song Qingchun stared at the screen for a while, and finally pulled his eyes back, then turned off the lights, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

When a woman comes to the moon, she is easily tired. Song Qingchun wants to sleep at more than nine o'clock, but because of the call from that number, she closes her eyes and the ringtones around her ears.

Song Qingchun flipped anxiously, touched the phone, and pressed the shutdown button.

She knew that her own practice was just self-deception, but she still did it.

But, just one second before the phone screen is dark, Song Qingchun saw that number and sent a text message to herself: "Miss Song, I am at your door, and will wait until you answer the phone and come out to see me."

Song Qingchun dropped her mobile phone and covered her face with the quilt. She lay flat for half a minute, but she still opened the quilt hard and got out of bed.

She walked to the window and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows. The cold wind in the autumn greeted him. Song Qingchun shivered, and then she really saw the person standing under the street lamp at the entrance of the Song family.

On such a cold day, she only wore a professional attire... her feet were constantly pacing, and she raised her hand to her mouth from time to time, blowing a sigh of heat.

Song Qingchun's hand squeezed his fist hard and turned back to the house. She went to the dressing room to change her clothes and took her wallet and mobile phone down the stairs.

As soon as Song Qingchun walked to the door, Cheng Qinglian, who was standing by the road, saw her, a smile burst on her face, took a step, and hurried towards her: "Miss Song, you are finally willing to come out and see me Now."

Song Qingchun squeezed her lips and didn’t mean to walk out of the iron gate. The voice of the opening appeared a bit cold across the railing: "Miss Cheng, what are you doing with me this late?"

"I..." Cheng Qingcong looked around. She had a lot to say to her, but she was a bit confused, but she didn't know where to start. Can't two people just talk about each other like this?

Cheng Qingcong thought about it and said, "Miss Song, shall we find a coffee shop nearby and sit down and talk?"

Song Qingchun lowered his eyes and silent for a moment: "What is the matter, just say it here?"

Seeing that Song Qingchun really didn't mean to come out, Cheng Qingcong bit her lower lip and finally compromised: "Okay."

Song Qingchun ripped the corners of her lips. Afterglow in the corners of her eyes, she saw Cheng Qingchun's fingers reddening from freezing. Before she could speak, she pulled the iron door open and walked out: "There is a coffee on the left of the community ?"

Cheng Qingcong froze for a moment, only to realize that Song Qingchun agreed to the proposal he just went to the cafe, and immediately smiled and said, "Yes."