Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Throughout the dinner, Song Qingchun was like a full-fledged little maid, standing at the table in every step of the way, waiting for Su Zhinian to fill up the soup without the soup, and add it without the meal.

When Su Zhinian was eating on the way, she was expected to glance at Song Qingchun. The girl lowered her head as soon as she came into contact with his eyes. He stared at her for a while, but when he reached his mouth, he didn’t say it and continued to turn. Head, eating silently, letting her stand aside and watch him eat.

After finishing dinner, Su Zhinian left the restaurant directly and turned into the restroom.

When Su Zhinian came out of the mouth, he glanced into the restaurant and saw Song Qingchun alone, sitting alone at the huge dining table, eating his leftovers with his head hanging cold.

On weekdays, he was sitting alone at the dining table, and he did not feel empty.

Perhaps because she was too thin, he thought she was a little pitiful.

Su Zhinian stood staring for a while, before turning around and leaving.

After finishing his meal, Song Qingchun cleaned up the kitchen and dining room, then held the cut fruit tray and walked carefully to the living room.

The TV was still on and advertising was being broadcast. Su Zhinian took a document in his hand but did not go to see it. He looked sideways at the window, as if thinking of something, and frowning slightly.

Song Qingchun put the fruit tray on the coffee table and reminded in a small voice: "Mr. Su, fruit."

Su Zhinian's long eyelashes flashed twice, and then slowly turned his head, his face lightly nodded at Song Qingchun, and turned his attention back to the document he was holding.

The room is very quiet. Except for the very subtle sounds from the TV, only Su Zhinian's hands made occasional sounds when he turned through the paper.

Su Zhinian did not read the document for a long time, and turned his head to the window again.

The lights are on, and the windows are like a mirror, clearly reflecting the scene inside.

He saw Song Qingnian leaning on a wall far away from him, lowering his head and looking at his mobile phone.

She should be chatting with people, her fingers kept pressing the screen of her mobile phone, and her lips twitched from time to time.

She may have been standing for a long time in a posture, and was a little tired. When she changed her posture, she raised her head and her eyes just swept towards the window. Su Zhinian took her one step before turning her head quietly, turning gently He glanced at the file in his hand, and then stared at the dense black words on it for a while, and suddenly spoke, and said quietly, "Make coffee."

Probably because the room was quiet for too long, Su Zhinian suddenly came out with four words, which made Song Qingchun a little bit unresponsive. She raised her head and stared at him confusedly for a while. Speaking of "Oh," he stuffed his phone into his pocket and entered the restaurant.

Song Qingchun walked up to Su Zhinian with the coffee, and just wanted to bend over the coffee table, but the man stretched out her hand.

Song Qingchun hurriedly handed over the coffee cup to Su Zhinian.

When Su Zhinian took the coffee cup, he accidentally touched Song Qingnian's fingertips. Song Qingnun's hands shivered, and coffee spilled out more than half, falling on Su Zhinian's trouser legs.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Su." Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian's face in fear and hurriedly placed the coffee cup on the coffee table, pulled a paper towel, and wiped it off his leg.