Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

How many nicknames did she give him?

The people in the computer video suddenly stopped talking, and paused for a long time, before they were a little unsure. "Oh my God, am I right? Mr. Su, did you laugh?"

Su Zhinian first "huh?", and then turned to look at the mirror aside. Through the mirror, he saw himself inside, his eyebrows stretched, his lips lightly hooked, and his soft look was unreasonable...

Su Zhinian seemed to be hit by acupuncture points, and was instantly frozen.

"I'm not mistaken, you even laughed..." The English from the computer again, surprised the God of Su Zhinian, he didn't say a word, just raised his hand and closed the computer, and then just He stood up and stepped in front of the mirror in a hurry.

In the mirror, although the smile is not as obvious as it was just now, he can still vaguely recognize that he is smiling.

He stared at the mirror carefully for a long time before raising his hand and touching his face.

When he touched the corners of his slightly curled lips, his fingertips were extremely trembling.

Yeah, he laughed... Even he couldn't remember, how many years he hasn't laughed...

Not to mention JONY, who just had a video with him, even if he was himself, if he didn't recognize it again and again, he would think that he was dazzling...

In fact, he didn't really want to make her so difficult.

Only five years ago, after he drunkenly slept with her, she wished that he would never have any intersection with him forever.

Even if she had to face him for the Song dynasty now, besides doing her duty well, she was as far away from him as she could.

He just wanted to communicate with her...but...he didn't expect that she made him laugh...

Song Qingchun... Song Qingchun, that woman, how many surprises should he bring to him... Will she stop?

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After Song Qingguang cleaned the first floor, she was exhausted. She went to the second floor and cleaned the second bedroom where no one lived. Then she went to the study next door.

Su Zhinian is no longer in front of the desk, but is standing on the open-air balcony of the study.

The snow was still falling down, he only wore a thin shirt, the wind was blowing, some snow fell on his body, but he didn't feel cold at all, standing still With.

Song Qingchun rubbed the floor on her side, and at the same time she glanced at Su Zhinian from time to time, and then couldn't help but secretly think in the bottom of her heart: Was it cold outside?

When Song Qingchun wiped the floor halfway, she went to the bathroom to wash the rag again, and then came out. Su Zhinian was still standing on the terrace and did not come in.

After finishing the remaining half of the floor, Song Qingchun glanced at the terrace before leaving the study room. Su Zhinian still showed no signs of entering the house. She hesitated for a while, and finally said nothing. Closed the door of the study with a loud voice, and went to Su Zhinian's bedroom.

She slept in Su Zhinian's bedroom last night. When she left in the morning, she didn't help him make the bed and was messed up.

Song Qingchun first hugged the quilt on the side sofa, spread the sheets, and then picked up a pillow that was kicked on the ground by herself. She arranged it and sorted out another pillow. The result was a corner similar to a book. , Exposed.

Song Qingchun pulled out curiously, only to find that it was not a book, but a book.