Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun stepped forward, the restaurant door was not closed, she saw Su Zhinian standing inside with her head down, and was taking medicine from a white medicine bottle.

The pill fell into the palm of his hand, and he didn't count it. He stuffed it directly into his mouth, reached out the glass in front of him, and swallowed it.

Because there was a distance, Song Qingchun could not see the words on the medicine bottle, but when Su Zhinian raised her hand and filled the medicine in her mouth, she saw clearly in his palm that the pills were piled like hills Full of palms.

What medicine is he taking? How to eat so much?

Song Qingchun's eyebrows flicked for a moment, and she stepped into the restaurant.

Suddenly aware of the dynamic Su Zhinian, he turned instinctively toward the doorway. At the moment when he saw Song Qingchun, there was a slight panic in his eyes, but soon, the slightest panic was caught. He suppressed it forcibly, and his deep eyes became consistent with calmness and indifference. He hesitated and asked, "Not yet asleep?"

Song Qingchun yelled, and looked down at Su Zhinian's hand holding the medicine bottle.

Su Zhinian was slightly trembling by Song Qingwang’s fingertips, and moved his palm gently, covering the white medicine bottle as much as possible, and then cleared his throat, as if covering up something, and actively opened his mouth. : "Drink... drink water?"

The stumbling of Su Zhinian's speech caused Song Qingchun to look at his face again. He had a graceful look and a dull complexion, still the kind of noble and elegant appearance, but she didn't know why, she always thought him Weird, but she couldn't tell where else...

Su Zhinian saw that she did not respond, so she took a cup of water and helped her take a cup of warm water and handed it over.

"Thank you." When Song Qingchun took it, he glanced at Su Zhinian's hand holding the medicine bottle again, then drank the water and asked, "Where are you uncomfortable? How do you take so much medicine?"

"Um... a little cold..." Su Zhinian gave an explanation, then paused and pointed to the upstairs: "I went up, I have to get up early tomorrow."

Song Qingchun nodded, swallowed the water in his mouth, and said, "Good night."

"...An..." Su Zhinian finished, and wiped Song Qingnian's shoulder, left the restaurant, and went upstairs.

The room was very quiet. Su Zhinian's footsteps were particularly clear. After a while, she seemed to step on Song Qingchun's heart, making her heart heavy.

Song Qingchun slept late last night, and woke up the next day later than usual. In the morning, there was a meeting in the company. Song Qingchun quickly washed himself and hurriedly carried his bag and ran downstairs.

Su Zhinian had not yet left, sitting in the restaurant with Song Menghua for breakfast.

The breakfast was very rich. Because of the time, Song Qingchun didn't have much thought to taste. He drank a bowl of porridge indiscriminately and put down the bowl. When he was just about to get up and say goodbye, Su Zhinian suddenly pulled a document from behind. , Pushed in front of her.

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian in surprise, and the **** just left the chair slowly fell back.

Su Zhinian, who had encountered her doubts, didn't have any meaning to explain. She took a pen from her pocket, put it on the document, and said two words: "signature."

Sign, what sign?

Song Qingchun opened the document, only to realize that it was the share transfer letter of Su Family and several real estate in a good location in Beijing.