Song Qingchun ran down the stairs all the way, only to relax.

Why was she so stupid, even if she saw palm prints on his face, she couldn't say it...Fortunately, she just ran fast, and if she was slower, he might be so angry that he might have died Now...

Song Qingchun patted her chest and entered the dining room. She sat at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and was just preparing to eat. As a result, she saw that the arm holding the chopsticks was all blood.

Song Qingchun suddenly threw away the chopsticks and began to check her body. She looked back and forth several times to make sure she was not injured.

So, the blood on her wrist...

Song Qingchun raised his head subconsciously and looked at the ceiling... Just Su Zhinian had just grabbed her wrist... Was his hand hurt?

Song Qingchun also thought of the slap print on Su Zhinian's face. Although the light in the room was very bad, she was not very accurate, but she could still tell it. His face was very swollen.

What happened to him today?

Song Qingchun sat in the dining chair for a while and shook his head vigorously.

What happened to him, what does it have to do with her?

She and he haven't gotten acquainted with it yet, and need her to worry about him so much!

Yes, she doesn't need to worry!

Song Qingchun nodded vigorously, then stood up, walked into the bathroom, washed the blood on his wrist cleanly, and then returned to the restaurant, sat at the table, picked up the chopsticks, and no one ate it. rice.

Song Qingchun just took a few bites and stopped.

Anyway, he and she are also considered, although she has some resentment against him at the bottom of her heart, but he seems to be seriously injured, she just ignores it, it seems not good?

After biting the chopsticks for a while, she raised her head, glanced at the ceiling, then continued to lower her head to eat, took a few bites, and then looked up at the ceiling again. So many times, Song Qingchun finally put the chopsticks down And entered the kitchen.

He signed a contract with her, and in these hundred days, she was responsible for his food, clothing, food and living, so he was injured and she should take care of him.

Song Qingchun touched two eggs while thinking, and boiled them in white water.

Song Qingchun stood in front of the gas stove for half a minute, then turned back out of the kitchen, went to the bedroom upstairs, took a coat, put it on his body, and walked out of the villa.

When Song Qingchun came back, the white-water egg was already cooked. She took the egg out and soaked it in cold water for a few minutes before reaching out to try the temperature. When it was right, she peeled off the egg shell and put it in In a small dish, upstairs.

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Perhaps Xu hasn't touched a woman for a long time. Su Zhinian, who has always been indifferent, even felt that the flames in his body could not be extinguished after Song Qingchun left for so long.

Finally, he went directly to the open-air balcony and blew the cold wind of winter.

The temperature of minus a dozen degrees gradually pushed back the heat in his heart.

He looked at the white snow that hadn't melted away from the top of the building not far away, listening to the various fine sounds made by Song Qingzheng, the sound of the induction cooker opening, the sound of boiling water, the sound of her going up and down the stairs, and her running out of the villa The sound of footsteps...and then the volatile mood gradually calmed down.

Only ten minutes after she left the villa, she trot all the way back.