Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun couldn't help but sigh gently, and then slowly walked forward while thinking about how to speak at home.

She was worried, and people seemed a little absent-minded. She didn't notice a car at all. She drove to her side very quickly, and then stopped with an emergency brake.

Su Zhinian got off the car, backhanded the door, strode meteor in front of Song Qingchun, stretched out her hand without a word, pulled her wrist, and dragged her to her car.

Song Qingchun whispered, only to see the coming person clearly, she subconsciously blurted out his name: "Su Zhinian, what are you doing?"

Su Zhinian ignored her words, pulling the car door blankly, throwing her into the car with one hand, and then closing the door heavily.

Su Zhinian got on the car, did not look at Song Qingchun, stepped on the accelerator directly, and the car slid out smoothly.

There was no conversation between the two, and the atmosphere in the car seemed a bit dull.

Song Qingchun was sitting next to Su Zhinian, she could clearly feel the clear breath from him.

He just blasted her out of the house so desperately now, but now he dragged her into the car again... What does he mean?

Song Qingchun couldn't help but glanced at Su Zhinian through the rearview mirror.

The man's right hand was inserted in his pocket, and his left hand rested casually on the steering wheel. His handsome face was cool, his expression was cold, and his delicate lips were tight and somewhat impersonal.

The car stopped again at Su Zhinian's villa.

After extinguishing the fire, Su Zhinian ignored Song Qingchun, got out of the car and entered the house.

Su Zhinian's door was not locked, and Song Qingchun couldn't understand his meaning. After sitting in the car for a few seconds, he got out of the car and followed into the house.

Su Zhinian was sitting on the sofa in the luxuriously decorated living room, holding a stack of blank paper in his hands.

Although she walked into the house lightly, he seemed to be disturbed by the sound of her footsteps, raised his head slightly, and glanced at her coldly, then pointed to the next sofa.

Song Qingchun knew that Su Zhinian meant to let herself sit. She hesitated and walked over without sitting.

Su Zhinian stared at the blank paper in his hand for about three minutes, then picked up a pen from the side, signed it, and then dropped the contract on the coffee table in front of Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun first glanced at Su Zhinian before looking down at the paper, only to find that it was originally a blank document he had given to Su Zhinian and hired him as the CEO of Song's enterprise.

The signature column below clearly writes the three big characters "Su Zhinian".

He signed... This means that he agreed to take over the Song's enterprise?

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian with some incredible, with a slight tremor in his voice: "You...agree?"

Su Zhinian said nothing.

Song Qingchun stretched out his hand to get the document, but Su Zhinian suddenly reached out and pressed the document before the fingertips touched the document.

Song Qingchun raised his head again and looked at Su Zhinian, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Su Zhinian did not hurry to speak, but took the file away, leaning lazily on the sofa, looking at Song Qingchun’s puzzled eyes, his voice slowly rising: “As long as I take over the Song’s enterprise, whether it’s What kind of requirements can you agree to?"

This is the original word she just told him.

Song Qingchun paused, nodded and said, "Yes."