"Song Qingchun, you are really brave enough!"

"After I warned you, I dare to appear in front of me three or five times!"

Song Qingchun's shoulder just twitched gently, and there was no other reaction. He just stood on the spot with his eyes closed, and asked himself, "General Su, can we talk?"

"Talk?" Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun and squinted her eyes, as if he heard some ridiculous jokes, and there was a bit of ridicule on her face, and the words spitting out of her mouth were still harsh and sharp: "You acted as I said Is it fart?"

"I don't want to see you even when I see you. Do you think I will have anything to discuss with you?"

Su Zhinian gave a heavy sense of oppression when he didn't say anything on weekdays. At this time, he turned his face, and the imbued spirit was too strong, as if he could be killed at any time.

Standing in front of him, Song Qingchun looked calm and calm. In fact, there was a layer of horror on her apex, and her palm was clenched with fear of being covered with a layer of wet sweat. She tried to maintain her tone. 'S gentleness: "Just delay you a little time, is it okay?"

Su Zhinian did not speak, staring at Song Qingchun's eyes without blinking.

His eyes were sharp and sharp, and Song Qingchun's heart trembles.

The atmosphere in the room became a bit deadlocked.

Such a stalemate, even when Su Zhinian was angry, came to make Song Qingchun harder.

In fact, Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's time, but it was only one minute, but this minute made Song Qingnian feel like it has been a long torment after a century.

When Song Qingchun was about to bear it, Su Zhinian suddenly moved her body, leaning on the sofa behind her, her eyes still staring at Song Qingchun tightly, her tone of voice, and her anger had not completely subsided: " Last time you stopped me in the company, what did you tell me?"

Su Zhinian raised his hand and nodded his head, as if thinking about something, and then said: "Let me give you five minutes? Right?"

The topics before and after Su Zhinian changed too fast. Song Qingchun couldn't keep up with the rhythm. People froze for a moment and said to Su Zhinian: "Well? What five minutes?"

Su Zhinian didn't pick up Song Qingchun's words, and continued slowly: "I still remember it wrong? Not five minutes, four minutes? Three minutes? Or two minutes?..."

When Song Qingnian talked about it in Su Zhinian, he reacted instantly.

Does he agree to the rhythm to talk to her?

"It's five minutes." Song Qingchun's eyes lit up with hope, and she hurriedly interrupted Su Zhinian's words: "The last time I told you was to give me five minutes."

"Okay, I'll give you five minutes." Su Zhinian put his arm on the arm of the sofa and put his hand against his head, posing with a relaxed look.

I don’t know if it was because Su Zhinian was too difficult to reach before. At this time, I suddenly agreed to talk, but it made Song Qingchun’s brain a bit down. The previously prepared abdominal draft was all forgotten in a flash. She stood in Su Zhi Nian was silent in front of her for a while, and she didn't open her mouth to say a word.

Su Zhinian was not in a hurry, so he waited calmly, his other hand struck the glass coffee table rhythmically, making a clear sound, and after a while, he said, "Also Four minutes left."