Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian said nothing, and went straight to the bathroom.

Song Qingchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that his mother was here this time, he didn't blast her out.

After washing his hands, Su Zhinian stepped into the restaurant. The mother and Song Qingnian were seated. The two of them didn't know what to say, and there were smiles on their faces. When Song Qingnian saw him, the smile on his face Obviously a little convergence.

Su Zhinian opened a chair casually and sat down. His mother immediately handed him a bowl of soup. He also pointed at the two dishes on the table and said, "This soup and these two dishes are made by youth. Of it."

Su Zhinian took the soup bowl instead of drinking it, but put it directly on the dining table next to it, then picked up the chopsticks and ate a dish made by Su Su.

At the dinner table, Su Mu chatted with Su Zhinian for a while, and with Song Qingnian for a while. The atmosphere was not embarrassing. It was only after eating halfway that Song Qingnian found out that Su Zhinian didn't drink the soup. I didn't eat those two dishes. From beginning to end, he just ate the two dishes made by Su Mu.

Su Mu seems to have discovered this problem. She asked Su Zhinian why he didn't drink soup. When he saw that his son didn't respond, he sandwiched a piece of pork ribs from Song Qingnian and placed it in Su Zhinian's bowl: " The ribs made by youth, you taste it, it's not bad."

Su Zhinian nodded indifferently, and continued to eat gracefully and calmly, but at the end of the meal, Song Qingchun clearly saw that only the ribs Su Su clipped to him were left intact in his bowl Here, Su Zhinian seemed to notice that Song Qingzheng was looking at himself. He turned his head slightly and collided with her line of sight. He didn't care. He took a chopstick and gently dialed it. The ribs were thrown into the trash can.

Su Zhinian stood up and walked out of the restaurant indifferently.

Song Qingzheng stared at the rib in the trash can and grabbed the shirt with a little force.

He said... Let her never die in front of him in her life.

Now, she appeared in front of him, he still has a thousand and ten thousand ways to divide her.

Song Qingchun originally thought that after having dinner, Su Zhinian returned to the bedroom. When she was alone, she went to talk to him.

She thought that if Su mother was there, he would always listen to her words patiently.

However, Su Zhinian, like knowing the abacus in her heart, had eaten and even sat in the living room with her mother watching TV.

Time passed slowly, and at nine o'clock in the evening, Song Qingchun knew that she should ask to leave.

But she finally saw Su Zhinian, and it was a waste of time, really unwilling.

Song Qingchun struggled for a moment, and just wanted to take the initiative to ask Su Zhinian if he had time. Can he talk to himself? Su Zhinian suddenly held up his mobile phone and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

Su Zhinian made a long call, and by 10:30, there was no sign to hang up.

Su's mother was obviously a bit sleepy. Even though Song Qingchun was not reconciled, she continued to rely on her thick-skinned face, and she left with some frustration: "Aunt Su, it's not too early. I'm going."

"It's a little unsafe for a girl to go back to the city, and she wants to go back to the city. Wait a minute and let him take you back together..." Su's words didn't finish, Su Zhinian answered the phone suddenly He turned his head, clutching the handset of the phone, and threw a lukewarm sentence: "I will not return to the city tonight."