Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian was afraid of her freezing illness, hesitated a bit, or drove the car out of the corner, and then pretended to be an encounter, and slowly stopped the car when passing by her.

Su Zhinian fell into the car window, and there was cold wind drifting into the car mixed with snowflakes. It just fell on the leather seat and was melted into drops of water by the warm air in the car.

Song Qingchun lowered her head and called a taxi to her mobile phone, not even noticing that there was a car parked in front of her.

Su Zhinian opened her mouth and wanted to call her. After thinking about it, she closed her mouth, untied her seat belt and got out of the car.

Su Zhinian was facing the snow and circumventing the front of the car. He hadn't walked in front of her. She seemed to perceive something, and suddenly looked up at him.

Su Zhinian's footsteps stopped suddenly.

The wind was getting wilder and the snow was getting bigger and bigger. He and she looked like they were frozen, staring at each other across a large area of ​​snowflakes.

A sharp whistle not far away, the disturbed Song Qingchun recovered, she would stare at his sight, and quickly jumped to the side of the phone booth that had been covered by snow to white, before she hesitated whether to call him When greeting, Su Zhinian took a step and approached her closer.

Song Qingchun subconsciously gave way when he was about to reach herself. She wore high-heeled shoes. The snow on the ground was frozen and the soles of the feet slipped. The whole person slanted and slanted to the side.

Su Zhinian quickly stretched out her hand and helped her: "Did you sprain your foot?"

Normal people will say some words of concern at this time, but the vast majority of people will say "Is it okay?", "Are you okay?"

But Su Zhinian said, "Did you sprain your feet?"

The simple words represent his concern and heartfelt......

Song Qingchun's mood was a little confused, she instinctively pulled her arm away from Su Zhinian's hand, and took two steps back, opened the distance from him, and only dangled her eyes. In reply: "Thank you..."

Song Qingchun paused for a moment, wanted to say something, but felt that there was nothing to say, so he wanted to go away, but the words "I'm going first" hadn't had time to speak, ignoring her thanks. Su Zhinian, asked: "Are you waiting for the bus?"

When Song Qingchun came to her lips, she had to replace it with one: "En."

"Where to go?"

Where does she go have anything to do with him?

Su Zhinian seemed to see through Song Qingchun's thoughts, and seemed to feel a little embarrassed about this question, so he said again: "It's not easy to get a taxi, please take my car."

"No..." It's really difficult to get a taxi. She waited almost an hour on the roadside, but even if she waited any longer, she was not so willing to take his car.

Song Qingnian's refusal was not finished, and Su Zhinian's voice came again: "It's snowing so much, and it's getting dark."

Because of the snow, it was indeed dark early, and the location is remote... Song Qingchun froze for a moment, and then nodded: "If you are really convenient, please send me to the nearest subway station. ."

"Okay." Su Zhinian finished speaking, and took two steps backwards. He habitually extended his hand to help Song Qingchun pull the door of the passenger seat, but his fingertips just touched the handle. He said softly, "I'll sit back."

PS: This is a make-up. There are 8000 words tonight. My little nephew’s birthday, I need to have a meal before I can write it back. For my hard work, remember to cast a monthly ticket on the next page? The monthly ticket is about to be exceeded~