Who is she talking to?

Su Zhinian frowned, changed her shoes steadily, and staggered into the living room before seeing a mobile phone in her hand.

It turned out to be calling... Su Zhinian's slow-reacting brain hadn't thought of wondering who Song Qingnian was calling, he already knew who was calling her.

"Brother Enan, if you drink so much, let's stop chatting and rest early."

Su Zhinian's body stiffened, and his footsteps stopped in place.

Qin Yinan... It turned out that she was calling Qin Yinan... She refused to take his ride, just to send Qin Yinan home, she took care of Qin Nan safely and returned to his villa , Still calling him...

A fire burst quickly from Su Zhinian's heart, burning a strong acid and astringency.

He fixed his eyes on Song Qingchun and saw a warm and soft smile on her face, sweet and glutinous, with a sly smile: "I know, brother Enan, I'm going to sleep too ..."

Su Zhinian's fist clenched violently. He felt a certain part in his left chest, which was painful and swollen, as if it would burst at any time, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He stared at her flowery smile and narrowed his eyes sharply, controlling her hand holding the phone and releasing it suddenly.

"Well... goodbye, Enan... late..." Song Qingchun's tone was soft and he was just about to say the last word "An", holding the phone's hand, and suddenly opened it, and the phone was straight from her palm Fell heavily on the marble floor.

Soon, Song Qingchun blinked her eyes and recovered. She first glanced at the empty palm of her hand, then lowered her head, and saw that the phone screen was completely broken, and the phone on the phone had been dropped. hang up.

Did she just shake her hand? Actually dropped the phone on the ground?

Song Qingchun frowned, and when she bent down to pick up her phone, the remaining light in the corner of her eyes swept behind her, and she didn't know when she was standing.

Song Qingchun threw a shocking spirit all over her body, and then suddenly turned around, seeing Su Zhinian standing tightly with her lips about half a meter away.

When did he go home? He was standing behind her without saying a word, it was almost terrifying...

Song Qingchun took a deep breath, and then stabilized her mind. Then she noticed that Su Zhinian's face was very unsightly, staring straight at her without any slight temperature, which was scary and cold.

Song Qingchun swallowed a spit instinctively. She tried to suppress the tension rising from the bottom of her heart, gently pulled her lips towards Su Zhinian, and spoke cautiously, saying: "Mr. Su, are you back?"

Su Zhinian ignored it, staring at her without blinking.

When he had dinner with her in the evening, he was okay, how could this be the case now?

Song Qingchun's heart was looked up and down by Su Zhinian. She subconsciously clenched her fist, smiling at him reluctantly, and said, "Mr. Su, what are you going to drink?"

Su Zhinian still didn't respond, but Song Qingchun clearly felt that his pupils were contracting rapidly, and a strong breath hit her, causing her breath to tighten violently. Shivering slightly: "Would you like to take a bath first? I'll give you hot water?"