After all, Song Qingchun didn't hold back, sobbing out of her voice.

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Su Zhinian is also in this restaurant, but he is in the box upstairs.

Although it was a weekend today, I still met with a customer, originally booked in a newly opened high-end resort in the suburbs, but he heard the calls of Song Qingchun and Qin Nannan and knew they were about to eat here today, so he asked the secretary The location is also selected here.

He arrived a little later than them. When he walked through the lobby, he took a look at the table where Qin Yinan and Song Qingchun were, but did not expect Tang Nuan to be there.

This customer, he only made an appointment for the Song company, he didn't dare to neglect, so he didn't dare to pay attention to Song Qingchun's movements frequently while eating, but occasionally took a gap and listened to their chat content a little, know It was Tang Nuan who apologized to Song Qingchun.

The warm breeze in the box was very full, half of the meal was half hot, and he took off his coat. When hanging his clothes, he used his inertia to pay attention to Song Qingchun, but did not expect her to cry.

The voice is very low, very slight, like covering your mouth, deliberately suppressing it.

Su Zhinian stood in front of the hanger for an instant, until the secretary shouted to himself, he recovered and walked back to the dining table, but then began to be a little absent-minded.

I don't know what happened to her. She cried more and more sadly, and finally whined.

Su Zhinian fidgeted, and finally couldn't help but interrupt the customer's excitement and walked out of the box.

Standing in the corridor, carefully recognizing the direction from which she cried, walked along, and then went to the door of the bathroom on the second floor. The cry was clearer and came from downstairs.

Su Zhinian didn't take the elevator and pushed open the safe passage beside the toilet, stepped on the stairs downstairs and turned into the toilet.

He stared at the female bathroom with the door closed for a moment, then closed his eyes, controlling the crying girl inside to open the frivolous door.

Because she was controlled by her consciousness, she had stopped crying, but her face was covered with tears, and her eyes were red.

Su Zhinian felt a dull pain in her heart, and then stepped into the women's bathroom, closed the door backhand, and pulled her into her arms.

He only wore a thin shirt, the tears on her face touched his chest, the wetness passed through his skin, and passed into the bottom of his heart, so that he could not restrain him and hugged her more strongly. .

In fact, this was not the first time. When she was crying sadly and helpless, he appeared beside her and gave her a hug.

In the five years she let him get away, as long as she could hear every time she cried, he would always come to her and hug her like that.

She was never a person alone, but she was accused by him and did not know.

Her happiness, he never participated, her sad, he will always be.

Su Zhinian held Song Qingchun for a while, and then took her head out of his arms. He gently wiped away the tears on her face with his hands, and then lowered his head, his lips trembling extremely kissed. Kissing her wet eyelashes slowly pulled her out of his arms. He touched her head with some compassion and distress, and opened the door behind him and went out.

He controlled her mind to lock the door back before turning back out of the bathroom and back upstairs.