Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian held Song Qingchun along the way, she was extremely unreliable, struggling to jump from his arms, and still accusing him with chatter in her mouth.

Su Zhinian read from her heart that apart from anger, only he was a big liar.

Although he was confused by her inexplicable manners, he was still very indulgent when she struggled and hugged her more tightly, so as not to accidentally fall from his arms.

How distressed, how angry, but also magical, the anger that rises from him, the anger in her chest every time she resisted his arms, and he held her tightly every time, , Began to dissipate little by little.

When Su Zhinian put her on the passenger seat of the car, squatted in front of Song Qingchun, and checked her soles, her chest, which was about to explode, calmed down completely.

Su Zhinian got in the car and started the car to send Song Qingchun back to the Song family, but she said she was going to his villa.

He paused, not even speaking, and her eyes began to shed tears again. He had to start the car in compromise and drove towards his villa.

When passing a 24-hour pharmacy, Su Zhinian stopped the car, and when he came back, he took a ointment in his hand. After he got in the car, Song Qingnian saw clearly that it was a smeared ointment.

Did you buy the wound on her sole?

Song Qingchun bowed his head, and obviously when he saw such a move in the past, he would warm his heart and sulked in pain.

When Su Zhinian turned the steering wheel and drove on the main road, Song Qingchun, who was sitting next to him with his head down, suddenly whispered, still cursing his words: "Su Zhinian, you fool!"

Su Zhinian flicked the finger of the steering wheel and looked directly at the road directly in front of him. There was no noise, but there was a trace of innocent across his eyes.

Why is he stupid?

She seemed to know what he was thinking in her heart, lowered her head, and murmured again: "Su Zhinian, I have never seen anyone more stupid than you in my life! You are simply stupid! Silly home! Silly! ..."

Song Qingchun couldn't think of an adjective for a while, he stumbled, and then said angrily: "...silly!"

Really silly... how could he treat a woman so well?

Even if the woman was herself, she couldn't bear to see how good he was to her.

Su Zhinian was scolded by her and opened her mouth, trying to defend herself, but when she saw her like a bunny with red eyes, she swallowed back the words that came to her mouth again.

Forget it, silly, silly, she is in a bad mood, let her vent...

Su Zhinian's silent indulgence quietly softened Song Qingchun's heart and gradually stabilized her emotions.

He stared at the road ahead and drove the car, she nestled in the seat, staring out the window quietly thinking about her thoughts.

As the car was about to reach the door of Su Zhinian's villa, Song Qingchun's cell phone suddenly rang.

After hesitating for two seconds, she pulled her eyes out of the window, pulled out her phone from her pocket, glanced at the text message on the screen, her lips squeezed, and then unlocked the screen, saying: "Okay, I Go now."

After the text message was sent successfully, Song Qingchun turned his head, facing Su Zhinian's profile, and said, "Stop the car."