Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Qin Yin paused, and said: "...if we go to France, we can also go to Provence to see lavender..."

When Qin Yinan's sentence sounded, Song Qingchun's ear happened to think of the sentence she said to Su Zhinian: "... of course I have to turn to Provence to see lavender..."

Song Qingchun’s fingertips began to exert uncontrollable force. At this time, she happened to be holding a dress in her hand, and the delicate workmanship fabric was slightly wrinkled by her.

The little girl who received them couldn't help but remind: "Miss, sorry, the clothes can't be grasped so hard."

"Miss?"

"Miss?"

The girl shouted several times, and Song Qingchun didn't respond. She looked at Qin Yinan who was standing sideways.

Qin Yinan came over, held out his hand, took Song Qingnian's wrist, and gently pulled the clothes away from her hand: "Song Song?"

Song Qingchun swiftly looked back. She glanced at Qin Yinan. Then she realized that she had lost her gaze. She smiled apologetically and said, "I'm fine." Not waiting for Qin Yinan. When she spoke again, she turned around and went on to see the next piece of clothing. While looking at it, she slowly answered Qin Yinan's previous question: "Rome."

Qin Yinan froze for a while before he realized that if Song Qingchun was referring to honeymoon, go to Rome.

In his memory, Song Qingchun didn't like Rome? How could she choose this place?

Qin Yinan glanced at Song Qingchun's profile in wonder, "Don't you dislike Rome?"

"I don't like it..." Song Qingchun took a long white diamond-encrusted dress, held it in front of her, and compared it to the mirror. She continued faintly: "...but don't you like it?" ?"

"I?" Qin Yinan smiled dumbfounded. He took the suit matching Song Qingchun's long white dress and compared it in front of him: "When did I say I like Rome? Why can't I remember? "

Song Qingchun put the white dress back on the hanger, squinted at Qin Yinan, and continued to take a dress without thinking too much. While comparing, he said, "Yinan, what am I doing? , When you emailed me, you told me more than once that you like Rome."

Song Qingchun felt that the dress in her hand was not bad at the moment, and she signaled the little girl to try it on.

Qin Yinan asked the little girl to get a matching one and kept up with Song Qingchun: "Song Song, what kind of mail are you talking about? When did I send you an email?"

Song Qingchun, who was about to enter the dressing room, stopped.

Before she turned her head, she heard Qin Yinan say, "I don't have any impression at all?"

What Song Qingchun originally wanted to say was stuck in her throat in an instant. She stared at the misty Qin Yinan for a moment, making sure that he didn't seem to be lying. Somehow, she groaned inexplicably and frowned. Say: "That was the year when you joined the army, and I sent an email every once in a while..."

Qin Yinan still had that unknown expression.

Song Qingchun's eyebrows were even more wrinkled, and she felt an unspeakable feeling, crawling all over her back. She swallowed a spit and continued to speak more straightforwardly: "That's the mailbox number, it's the mailbox what."

PS: This is my mailbox, please don't send me harassment emails! thank you all!