Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

In his impressions, this is probably the first time she has been curious about his things for so many years, including the year she has known her.

Has she been ignored for too long?

Such a simple curiosity moved him to contentment.

"I studied a little in high school in the third year." Su Zhinian paused and explained in more detail: "Boys are more interested in computers. At the beginning of the university, I also took electives. It is okay to learn."

Have you learned a little? Is it okay to learn?

Just toss out a game plug-in casually, is this okay? This is obviously possible!

In such an understated self-esteem, dear, you will have no friends, okay?

He can engage in plug-ins, indicating that his technology is very powerful, is that...

A thought suddenly popped up in Song Qingchun's mind. She hesitated and opened her mouth, and asked, "You will do the plug-in. If I delete the text message, can you recover it?"

"It should be possible." Su Zhinian pondered for a moment, and answered.

"How about after deleting the WeChat chat history?" Song Qingchun asked.

Su Zhinian replied: "Also."

Song Qingchun's eyes were stained with joy: "That means, deleted emails can also be recovered?"

When Su Zhinian heard this question, she had a premonition that she knew what Song Qingchun was going to do.

In fact, what he should have thought of long ago, that he controlled Qin Yinan's consciousness and saved her would definitely make her unwilling to Qin Yinan.

However, the situation on that day was so dangerous that he wanted to hit Tang Nuan's face again, so he didn't do much analysis at all, and directly controlled Qin Yinan's ideas...

This is always the case all these years. He can be sad for her, but he can never be happy for her.

Because of her happiness, arsenic can make him fatal.

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's hopeful eyes. He couldn't bear to refuse. He remained silent for a long time, but finally nodded his head gently, saying, "It should be possible."

Song Qingchun’s eyes became extremely bright. She rubbed the back of her hand secretly and asked with a little caution: "So, can I ask you for a favor?"

Even if she didn't say it, he knew how busy she was asking him to help.

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes: "You said."

Song Qingchun bit her lower lip and said her request: "I deleted 99 emails a while ago. Can you help me recover those emails?"

He knew of the existence of the 99 emails, which was the first year she entered the army in "South of Qin" and contacted him.

Su Zhinian swallowed a spit, still a negotiable look: "I try."

Seeing that he agreed, Song Qingchun's eyebrows closed again. She hurriedly opened the webpage, logged in to her mailbox, and handed the computer to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian didn't say anything. After a while, he began to take action.

Song Qingchun stood aside for a while, then quietly walked out of the bedroom, went downstairs and filled some noon cooked desserts, and went upstairs.

When she pushed open the bedroom door, Su Zhinian had put the computer down, leaned against the bedside, staring out of the window.

He looked sad as if he had encountered something unhappy.

Song Qingchun couldn't figure out what was going on. Even when he saw his picture, his mood also became a bit low.