Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun clenched the rag in her hand and spent a lot of effort to find the voice barely: "Mr. Su, what are you doing?"

Su Zhinian paused for a moment before moving his eyes from the yoga blanket to Song Qingchun's face: "make a cup of coffee."

Then he looked at the yoga blanket again deliberately, before closing the gym door and leaving.

Song Qingchun breathed a sigh of relief, just preparing to raise her hand to pat her chest, the gym door was suddenly pushed open again, terrified that her breath was still intact, she hurriedly held her breath again.

"Without sugar and creamer." Su Zhinian threw the sentence, and once again slammed the door.

Song Qingchun stared at the door of the gym for three minutes this time, making sure that she wouldn’t be pushed away by Su Zhinian before she collapsed on the floor. She patted her chest and took a deep breath.

Living with Su Abnormal is too much for the psychological endurance of the postgraduate entrance exam. Maybe one day, she will be tossed by him...

Song Qingchun waited until her heartbeat stabilized, and immediately ran to the kitchen, making Su Zhinian a cup of unsweetened and creamer coffee at the fastest speed, and served it in the study on the second floor.

The door of the study was not closed. Su Zhinian sat at his desk with all his time, staring blankly at the computer screen, and there was a male voice talking in English in long form.

Song Qingchun stood at the door of the study and knocked gently on the door.

Su Zhinian turned his head slightly, raised his hand, and nodded at the seat next to his computer, then continued to look seriously at the computer screen.

Song Qingchun put down her coffee cup lightly and turned away quietly. When Song Qingchun was about to step out of the study door, Su Zhinian's voice came from behind her: "Wait."

Song Qingchun thought that he was talking to someone in the computer, and he wisely helped him take the door of the study.

"Song Qingchun..." As soon as the door was pulled halfway, Song Qingchun heard her name, and she turned her head subconsciously, and heard the man's soft voice, which came unhurriedly: "I have to be on time at twelve o'clock Sleep, now it is..."

Su Zhinian turned his head and glanced at the time on his wrist: "10:10, I will give you an hour and a half, 11:40. I will check the results of your cleaning on time. If something is not clean, you don’t need tonight. Go to bed."

No way? Also check?

Then she didn't clean the sanitary, perfunctory wishful thinking, isn't it all soaking up?

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian, completely dumbfounded.

Although Su Zhinian seemed to be concentrating on the computer screen and listening to the other party's speech, Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes remained on Song Qingchun's body.

He clearly saw the girl's face stunned for a while, and then looked like a grievous young wife, looking at him with a sad face, and then whispered, then there was a lot of reluctance. , Pouting, silently took the door and left.

After five minutes, Su Zhinian heard the cursing of Song Qingchun's teeth and teeth, and came from the downstairs: "No humanity! Great pervert! Sorrowful conscience! Clothes and beasts... asshole..."

"Su metamorphosis, Su Jie addiction, Su silence, Su Leng Xue..."

Su Zhinian listened and listened, and suddenly couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

In the morning, it was still Su metamorphosis and Su Jiehu, now it has become Su metamorphosis, Su Jiepi, Su silence, Su Lengbloo...