Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian's heart giggled, and turned his head subconsciously toward the stairs.

Su Zhinian, who didn't pay attention to the movement in the house, held the phone silently for a moment, as if he noticed something, suddenly he took a step and rushed towards the stairs and strode the meteor.

Su Zhinian stepped on the stairs, and just turned around, she saw Song Qingchun, who was sitting on the second floor corridor.

The girl's fair face was soaked with tears, her eyes were loose, her lips were pale, and her fragile appearance was astonished.

Su Zhinian's pace stopped slowly.

The mobile phone in his hand has not been hung up yet. The airline customer service is urging: "Hello, sir, are you still here? Sir, may I still have to book your ticket? Sir? Sir?"

Su Zhinian slightly pulled back some wisdom, dropped the still stiff mobile phone in his ear, without looking at the screen, he just hung up.

The whole villa fell into a strange silence for a moment. There was no other movement except Song Qingchun's little sobbing.

Time ticked by, the sunset outside the window went down, and the night gradually came. When Wanjia's lights were on, Su Zhinian walked upstairs to Song Qingchun with a stiff step.

Nine steps, Su Zhinian walked for as long as five minutes.

He stood in front of Song Qingchun, staring down at her crying stare for a while before crouching slowly.

Did she hear it? She must have heard it, otherwise how could she cry like this? Over the years, he has been working hard to cover up the nightmare, rather she hates him rather than letting her know. After all, let her know...

An indescribable panic swept over Su Zhinian's body so unexpectedly, his eyes turned around in a panic for a while, before swallowing hard with a spit, slightly moved his lips, and the voice was hoarse. And dry: "Youth..."

He just shouted her name and he didn't know what to say.

When she heard his voice, she cried even more. He hesitated for a long time, raised his fingertips, and gently touched the tears on her face.

He wanted to help her wipe her tears, but his touch made her tremble abruptly, and then looked up at him.

She stared at the bottom of his eyes, with fear, confusion, shock, despair, and absurdity... In the end, the dark and moist eyes were covered by a hopeful light. She seemed to have caught some life-saving straw. Generally, he suddenly raised his hand tightly, grabbed his arm, and raised his head, asking: "Su Zhinian, those I just heard are deceptive, right?"

Su Zhinian's fingertips were so stiffly paused, he looked at her small face full of expectations, feeling his heart seemed to be stabbed fiercely, the pain roared indiscriminately.

"Su Zhinian, you were just telling your mother a joke, right?" Song Qingchun looked like a wounded beast, with dark eyes and a helpless light flashing.

Su Zhinian didn't start off in a hurry, and some could not bear to look directly at her eyes.

"Su Zhinian, you are not my father's son, are you?"

"Su Zhinian?"

"Su Zhinian...?"

"Su Zhinian, are you really my dad's son?"