Netizens are right, when her confession was rejected, when she ate the contraceptive pill given by Su Zhinian, she lost not only confidence, but also self-confidence and courage.

In the afternoon, she didn't think about going to Su Zhinian for a showdown to ask for clarification, but no matter how strong this thought was, her courage was limited to the two unanswered phone calls and a text message that went and went.

His former rejection and cruelty finally made her a coward in love.

With a bottle of wine in his stomach, Song Qingchun still lacked a little bit of courage.

Three bottles of wine entered the stomach, Song Qingchun was drunk for seven points, and he still didn't have the courage.

Four bottles, five bottles, six bottles...... It wasn't until Song Qingchun finally got himself completely drunk and couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, that the whole person stood up from his seat all of a sudden, shouted to the waiter to settle the bill, and then staggered out of the restaurant, leaned on the street lamp on the side of the road, stretched out his hand, and swayed wildly against the road in front of him for a while before a taxi stopped in front of her.

Song Qingchun stretched out his hand and pulled the car door several times, but she didn't open it, and finally the driver came down and helped her open the car door.

She climbed into the car in a daze, and as soon as she leaned on the back of the car, she closed her eyes.

The taxi driver asked her where she was going several times, and she opened her eyes in a daze, stared at the brightly lit road in front of her for a long time, and then whispered softly: "What time is it?" ”

"It's half past eight."

"It's so late?" A hint of panic appeared on Song Qingchun's drunken and hazy face, because she was drunk, her tongue was a little knotted: "Master, you hurry up and send me to Yonghui Flower Garden, I must get home before seven o'clock, and I still have to make dinner...... If it's late, he'll be upset......"

“…… Not happy. Song Qingchun muttered twice, and closed his eyes again.

The taxi driver heard the words "Yonghui Flower Garden" clearly, started the car, and sent Song Qingchun over.

Because she didn't say the specific villa number, the taxi driver just parked the car at the door of the community.

"Miss, it's here."

Song Qingchun slowly lifted his eyelids, turned his head sideways, glanced at the carved four words "Yonghui Flower Garden" on the stone not far from the car window, immediately pushed open the car door, and staggered down.

"Miss, you haven't paid the fare yet."

"Oh." Song Qingchun stopped in a daze, didn't even ask how much it was, directly took out a few pieces of money from his bag, threw them in through the window.

"Miss, you've given too much."

As if he hadn't heard the taxi master's words, Song Qingchun turned around and walked towards the community.

Song Qingchun walked for about half an hour before he came to the door of Su Zhinian's villa.

Without knocking, she raised her hand, entered the code for the door, and pushed the door in.

She walked along the long gravel path to the door of the house, and was about to raise her hand to enter the code for the door, but the door was opened from the inside.

Song Qingchun paused, slowly turned his head, and looked at the person standing at the door.

Su Zhinian stood with the light in the room with her back, and she looked hard for a long time when she was drunk, only to realize that his eyebrows were frowning.

Was he upset because she was coming back late?

Song Qingchun smiled softly at Su Zhinian, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I'm late to come back." ”