Su Zhinian stepped into the elevator, and the waiter asked politely: "Sir, how many floors are you going to?"

Su Zhinian replied lightly: "First floor."

The waiter nodded at Su Zhinian with a smile, held out his hand and pressed "1", and then pressed the elevator's shutdown button.

The heavy metal door closed slowly and descended. When reaching the fifth floor, Su Zhinian suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ear. It was Song Qingchun's voice, a very weak moan-groan.

Su Zhinian frowned heavily and tried her best to listen, but she could no longer hear Song Qingnian's voice. Su Zhinian hurriedly raised her left hand and pressed "4" several times quickly and forcefully.

The elevator reached the fourth floor, stopped, the elevator door opened, Su Zhinian stood in the elevator, motionless.

The waiter turned his head a little puzzled and smiled: "Sir, may I ask you to..."

"Don't talk!" Su Zhinian said sharply, interrupting the waiter's words with a stern tone and no politeness.

The waiter made a subconscious step back.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Su Zhinian's ear heard Song Qingchun's weak voice again: "It hurts...um..."

Su Zhinian quickly reached out and pressed the close button.

The elevator descended to the first floor, Su Zhinian waited for the waiter to speak, and left quickly.

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Song Qingchun squatted next to Su Zhinian's car, her hands covering her lower abdomen, and her mouth made low and weak pain from time to time.

The humid wind after the snow blew ragingly, with the biting cold, her body shivered and shivered.

When she was in high school, she suffered from dysmenorrhea due to body cold. Later, Song Menghua found an old Chinese medicine doctor, prescribed Chinese medicine for her, and adjusted it for a long time before removing the problem.

Counting this, it also takes about four or five years. She hasn't had any pain in the coming month. It may be that she has been frozen outside recently. Today, she has been standing in the snow for so long, and the cold in her body has increased. When she was in trouble, tonight, her abdomen suddenly swelled up.

The pain became more and more acute, and she almost fainted.

Song Qingchun doesn't know how long she can last, but no matter what, she has to wait for Su Zhinian...

Another gust of wind blew, lingering with residual snow, falling on Song Qingchun's body, and some snowflakes, along her neck, fell into her clothes. Her cold body couldn't help but curl up even more.

When Song Qingchun's people were in a trance, suddenly a low voice came from his head: "What are you doing here?"

Song Qingchun opened his eyes subconsciously, and a pair of black male leather shoes jumped into her eyes. She paused before raising her head in a hurry, and saw Su Zhinian, who was wearing a black coat, standing with her hands in her pockets. In front of him, he looked down on himself from the top.

She finally waited for him...

Song Qingqiang cheered up, endured the pain in her lower abdomen, stood up tremblingly, and when she was about to stand up, another cold wind blew, and her abdomen followed a bitter pain, letting her The legs shivered, and the man nearly fell to the ground.

She hurriedly reached out and supported Su Zhinian's car door.

Looking at Su Zhinian, she was pale and scary: "President Su, I'm waiting for you. I'm here to find you. I hope you can consider taking over the Song's business..."