Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

I don't know how long it took before Su Zhinian blinked his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 11:58. Two minutes later, her birthday passed.

Su Zhinian turned her head and stared at Song Qingchun, who was sleeping deeply, her eyebrows blinked gently, then she lowered her head slowly, and her lips were stamped on her heart.

You know... know, how much do I want to be good to you?

However, I can't, and I dare not.

Su Zhinian's lips stayed on Song Qingchun's eyebrows for a while before leaving gently: "Tingting, happy birthday."

At the moment when his words settled, it was a new day.

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When Song Qingchun opened his eyes, the sky outside was already bright.

The weather was gloomy and the haze was heavy, as if it was going to snow again.

Song Qingchun glanced at the wall, it was just eight o'clock, and two hours before work, so he stretched his limbs lazily, yawned, and continued to drill into the bed. I touched my pillow... I didn't touch my phone.

Song Qingchun's brow was wrinkled, and she continued to touch it, but still didn't feel it. She sat up and saw that the pillow was pure white. She froze for a second, and then looked around her surroundings, her eyes suddenly opened maximum.

This is not her bedroom... this is Su Zhinian's bedroom... how could she be in his bedroom?

Song Qingchun froze for a second before thinking dumbly that she had waited for Qin Yinan in the Beijing Hotel yesterday for an afternoon, and finally got Tang Nuan's text message, then she drank too much...

Song Qingchun just recalled here, and he found himself wearing a white shirt for men through the mirror in front of him...

After she drank too much, she slept on Su Zhinian's bed, and then wore his clothes...

These cognitions jumped into Song Qingchun's mind one by one, and then she just jumped off the bed like an electric shock, whispered in her mouth: "Shouldn't be drunk last night, unconscious. At that time, was Su abnormally asleep?"

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Cheng Qingcong turned his head again, glanced at Su Zhinian who sat in the car before six o'clock, but he never let the driver drive, and then hesitated and couldn't help asking softly: "General Su, we are going to leave now ?"

Su Zhinian, who was dealing with the work of the notebook in contemplation, heard Cheng Qingcong's voice, raised her head lightly, and picked up the coffee on the side. As soon as she was ready to speak, Song Qingchun's voice came from her ear: "Shouldn't it be last night? When I was drunk and unconscious, was Su abnormally asleep?"

Su Zhinian shivered, coffee spilled on a computer keyboard.

Cheng Qingcong hurriedly pulled a tissue and handed it to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian didn't pick it up, and his mind was still immersed in what Song Qingchun just said.

Su metamorphosis...Is it his?

Seeing that Su Zhinian had no response for a long time, Cheng Qingcong held the computer to the front and wiped it up.

Su Zhinian stared at a bare tree trunk outside the car window and heard Song Qingnian's voice. After a while, the shattered thought passed over: "Hey, I don't have any traces... No pain below..."

Su Zhinian frowned lightly. He knew that the driver and Cheng Qingcong could not hear Song Qingchun's voice, but the ears still started hot.

"That man is so rude... That means I haven't been slept by him..."

Su Zhinian could obviously feel a bit lax in Song Qingchun's words. He pursed his lips and his eyes flashed a bit bleak.