Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

"This time I come back, I will never leave again, I will take good care of you in the future..."

There was a "click" sound in the meeting room. Everyone looked down at the sound and saw Su Zhinian holding the signature pen in his hand.

The room fell into a strange silence again, but it was only a minute, and everyone did not respond to Su Zhinian, and once again focused on the director of the marketing department.

The marketing director's voice once again spoke, obviously without the initial confidence, and even the speed of speech accelerated a lot, like wishing to end his comment immediately.

"Okay, Enan, let's stop talking about those unhappy things. I have a birthday a few days. Have you prepared a birthday gift for me?"

"Of course, who's birthday gift is missing, and you will not be missing."

"I knew Brother Enan was the best for me..."

Su Zhinian suddenly stood up from the seat, everyone's heart contracted with a sudden, the marketing director said half of the words, and choked on his throat, and he looked at Su Zhinian's expression. Crying, can this be a good time?

The marketing director shuddered and said, "Su..."

Before the last "total" word was spoken, Su Zhinian suddenly kicked off the chair behind him. When the upper floors of a room were all transparent air, only a few words were left. Face walked out of the meeting room.

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Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan chatted at the Western restaurant until six in the evening before checking out.

Qin Yinan originally proposed to have dinner with Song Qingchun, but Song Qingchun thought he would go to Su Zhinian at seven o'clock, so he found an excuse to quit.

After coming out of the western restaurant, Qin Yinan first helped Song Qingchun stop a taxi. Song Qingnian first reported the address of the Song family to the master. After saying goodbye to Qin Yinan Road, he waited for a distance from the car. Song Qingchuncai changed the address of Su Zhinian's villa to the master.

At the gate of Su Zhinian community, it was only 6:40. Perhaps it was because of the south of Qin. Song Qingchun’s mood was unreasonable. She paid the fare and hummed an old song many years ago. Shaking to the door of the house, and just like playing, deliberately pressed a number for the password, and waited for the sound of the door lock opening, then it pushed the door open and walked in.

When Song Qingchun changed shoes, the singing voice in her mouth also increased in tone. She bypassed the entrance and just wanted to throw the bag in her hand to the sofa. Then she saw Su Zhinian holding a document in her hand. , Like an emperor, sitting on the middle of the sofa with legs crossed.

Song Qingchun's movements were still for a moment, and even the humming sentence in your mouth, "You are like snow, poignant and farewell", followed with abrupt halt.

It was less than seven o'clock, Su Zhinian, who was in the right place, went home...

Song Qingchun blinked, making sure that she had read correctly, and hurriedly stood honestly, restored the appearance of Lady Wen Jing, and said hello to Su Zhinian, saying: "Mr. Su, are you back?"

Her words seemed to be given to the air, and there was no response at all.

Song Qingchun carried the bag to the hanger on the side, hung it up properly, and then turned his head: "Mr. Su, I am going to prepare dinner now."