Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Fengrun Group held a small party in the club tonight.

Su Zhinian simply entertained in a circle and took a chance to walk to a relatively quiet balcony.

The snow had stopped, and at a glance through the window, the entire Beijing city was white.

In fact, he didn't want to participate tonight, but when he heard Song Qingchun said to the taxi master, "Could you keep up with the car with the number plate ending in 00", he thought about it and finally chose this Home club.

She is the VIP of this club. Presumably, at this moment, she is waiting for him to come out on the sofa in the lobby of the club.

Su Zhinian was a little curious, what is the woman doing at this moment?

Su Zhinian shook the goblet in his hand, took a sip of red wine, and then focused all his attention on hearing.

Various sounds rang in his ears, brake sounds, subway sounds, train sounds, airplane sounds, radio sounds, music sounds... and various kinds of people speaking.

"It's snowing, it's so cold, I don't want to go out, so we don't make an appointment tonight, let's talk about it another day..."

"Husband, I'm almost out of the subway, where are you waiting for me?"

"I don't want to break up with you, will you give me another chance, OK? I really can't lose you..."

...

In so many voices, Su Zhinian did not hear Song Qingchun's voice for a long time.

Su Zhinian waited for a while, still did not wait for Song Qingchun's voice, but waited for the three words "Song Qingchun".

"Mr. Zhang, when I first entered the club, I saw you talking to a young woman at the door. She looks pretty. Who is it? Your new lover?"

"No, it's from Song's company, Song Menghua's daughter, named Song Qingchun."

"Song Menghua's daughter? What did she do with you?"

"She has no money and wants to enter my club, and ask me if I can get accustomed to the VIP that I have done here for several years."

Su Zhinian frowned slightly.

Song Qingchun is not the VIP of this club?

Afterwards, he remembered Mr. Zhang's tone with a bit of disgust and abandonment: "She doesn't look at the current Song's enterprise anymore? I thought she was the former Song Jiaqianjin. If I want to enter my club, I haven't cleared my identity..."

Su Zhinian flashed a ruthless stare in his eyes, and his face was a little scary.

President Zhang continued to ridicule: "Also let me be accommodating once, is she worthy? If I don't think she looks good, I'm too lazy to take care of her..."

Su Zhinian's eyes narrowed abruptly, standing not far behind him, Mr. Zhang, who was talking about Zheng Huan, said suddenly, holding the right hand of the wine glass. He didn't know what was going on. The glass was smashed into pieces, the broken glass plunged into his palm, and there was blood flowing instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the whole room was filled with a cry of crying, "Ah-it hurts, it hurts -"

"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter with you? What kind of glasses are you squeezing?"

"I don't know what's going on, just now, for a second, my whole person got out of control somehow...ah, pain, pain, pain... Call me a doctor..."

Su Zhinian ignored the chaotic scene completely, just inserted his right hand into his trouser pocket and walked out of the room with a cold face.