Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun was amazed by Su Zhinian's sudden words. When she recovered, Su Zhinian walked a long distance.

In the restaurant, Song Qingchun brought the good porridge to Su Zhinian, then took a pair of chopsticks and put it in front of him.

Su Zhinian sat at the dining table, facing the face of Song Qingchun's future, his expression did not change a little.

Song Qingchun, who had already been suppressed by the atmosphere, passed through. When Su Zhinian moved the chopsticks, he immediately said, "I'll take my luggage upstairs."

Su Zhinian blew a little hot porridge down his eyes, then hummed slowly.

Song Qingchun had left her luggage and it was already past seven o'clock. She stepped into the restaurant and had not spoken yet. Su Zhinian, who had heard the movement, raised her eyelids and looked at her, then tapped her chin on the position opposite her. And motioned her to sit down and have breakfast.

Song Qingchun stood still.

Su Zhinian frowned slightly, and looked up at Song Qingchun again, thinking she didn't understand what she meant, and when she just wanted to speak, she heard Song Qingchun's voice: "Mr. Su, you finished your breakfast, Just put it directly on the table, and I will pack it up when I come at night."

Su Zhinian didn't say anything, and the movement of Jiacai paused. He seemed to know the meaning of Song Qingchun's words, staring at the porridge in front of him for a while, before glancing at the wall clock on the wall, it was already seven o'clock. very.

Song Qingchun continued: "Mr. Su, if you are fine, I will go first."

Su Zhinian still did not speak, but his expression obviously became a little cold.

Song Qingchun didn't respond to Su Zhinian's thoughts, thinking he was the default, so he said again, "Mr. Su, goodbye..."

Song Qingchun's words were not settled yet. Su Zhinian's chopsticks suddenly snapped and placed him heavily on the table.

Song Qingchun was so frightened that she stopped talking. Even though Su Zhinian’s expression remained unchanged, Song Qingnian knew that he was not happy. She remained silent for a while before she spoke again: "You said it, seven o'clock in the evening I’ll be here at seven in the morning, it’s already ten in ten..."

Yes, this was what he said, but it came out of her mouth, but it made him feel hot for no reason.

Su Zhinian suddenly grabbed the porcelain bowl in front of him and threw it fiercely towards the ground.

A small half of porridge was left in the bowl, splashing everywhere, and some of it fell on Song Qingchun's hair.

Because of his reaction, Song Qingchun lost the rest of her words to her lips. She instinctively took a step back, and then took another two steps forward. She squatted down and started to sort the broken pieces on the ground.

The fire in Su Zhinian's chest was burning more fiercely. He stared at Song Qingchun, who was squatting on the ground, for about two seconds, and suddenly said with a voice in his voice: "Aren't you going to go? What are you doing there? ?"

Song Qingchun's hands shook, his fingertips were scratched by porcelain, and blood beads quickly appeared.

Su Zhinian's voice suddenly became more infiltrating: "Not yet fast!"

Song Qingchun did not have any pause this time. Without looking at Su Zhinian, he stood up and walked away.

Su Zhinian listened to Song Qingchun's stepping footsteps, and his body suddenly became weak. This feeling of powerlessness caused some pain in his heart somewhere deep in his body.