Su Zhinian didn't say a word, and went directly into the bathroom.

Song Qingchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that it was because his mother was there this time, so he didn't bomb her out.

After washing his hands, Su Zhinian stepped into the restaurant, his mother and Song Qingchun had already sat down, the two of them didn't know what they were talking about, they both had a smile on their faces, and when Song Qingchun saw him, the smile on his face was obviously restricted.

Su Zhinian pulled out a chair and sat down at random, and his mother immediately handed him a bowl of soup, and pointed to the two dishes on the table, saying, "This soup and these two dishes are made by youth." ”

Su Zhinian took the soup bowl, didn't drink it, but put it directly on the dining table next to him, then picked up the chopsticks, and ate a dish made by Su's mother.

At the dinner table, Su's mother chatted with Su Zhinian for a while, and chatted with Song Qingchun for a while, and the atmosphere was not embarrassing, but halfway through eating, Song Qingchun found that Su Zhinian didn't drink the soup, and he didn't eat the two dishes he made, from beginning to end, he just ate the two dishes made by Su's mother.

Su's mother seemed to have discovered this problem, and asked Su Zhinian why she didn't drink the soup, and when she saw that her son didn't respond, she sandwiched a piece of Song Qingchun's roasted pork ribs and put it in Su Zhinian's bowl: "The pork ribs made by youth, you taste it, it's not bad." ”

Su Zhinian nodded indifferently, and continued to eat elegantly and calmly, but when he finished eating, Song Qingchun clearly saw that only the piece of ribs that Su Mu gave him was left in his bowl intact, Su Zhinian seemed to notice that Song Qingchun was looking at him, he tilted his head slightly, collided with her gaze, and didn't care at all, took the chopsticks and gently flicked it, and threw the ribs into the trash.

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

Song Qingchun stared at the ribs in the trash can, and grabbed the placket of his clothes with his hand slightly.

He said...... Let her not appear in front of him in her life.

Now that she appeared in front of him, he still had a thousand ways to draw a line with her.

Song Qingchun originally thought that after dinner, Su Zhinian went back to the bedroom, and when she was alone, she went to talk to him.

She thought, with Su's mother here, he would always listen to her patiently.

However, Su Zhinian seemed to know the abacus in her heart, and after eating, she sat in the living room and watched TV with Su's mother all the time.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was nine o'clock in the evening, and Song Qingchun knew that he should open his mouth and leave.

But she finally saw Su Zhinian, so she wasted the opportunity, and she was really a little unwilling.

Song Qingchun struggled for a while, and just wanted to take the initiative to ask Su Zhinian if he had time, if he could talk to himself, Su Zhinian suddenly held up his mobile phone, walked to the balcony and picked up the phone.

Su Zhinian's phone call was very long, and by half past ten, there was no sign of hanging up.

Su's mother was obviously a little sleepy, even if Song Qingchun was unwilling, it was not good to continue to rely on it with a thick skin, so she proposed to leave with some loss: "Aunt Su, it's not too early, I'm leaving." ”

"It's a bit unsafe for a girl to go back to the city, and Zhinian wants to go back to the city, you wait a little longer, let him take you back with you......" Before Su Mu's words were finished, Su Zhinian, who answered the phone, suddenly turned his head, covered the mobile phone receiver, and threw a sentence lukewarmly: "I won't go back to the city tonight." ”