Resurgence...... Donald's statement is a mistake in itself.

Before he and Song Qingchun had time to burn, they were completely extinguished by a secret he discovered, so where to start with the resurgence?

Between him and her, it has always been his wishful thinking.

Tang Nuo waited for a long time, but he didn't hear the slightest movement, and couldn't help but look at Su Zhinian through the rearview mirror, and saw the man with his head sideways, looking out the window, and the pain in his eyes seemed to be indissolvable in the middle of the night.

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The Capital Club was rebuilt a few years ago, buying a piece of land around it and building it into a small independent villa.

Qin Yinan booked Villa No. 8, and when Song Qingchun arrived, it was not yet half past eight, but there were already many people gathered in the villa.

Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan grew up together, and Qin Yinan and Song Cheng were not classmates all the way, so almost all the people Qin Yinan invited tonight knew Song Qingchun, and everyone saw her come in and greeted her one after another.

Song Qingchun took off his winter-proof clothes and stored them in the storage box, and then stood in the corner, looking at the crowd.

Qin Yinan had been in the army for three years, and his standing posture was much straighter than ordinary people, so Song Qingchun found him in the crowd at a glance.

He wore a black suit, held a tall glass in his hand, and was chatting with people, smiling on his face, and when others were talking, his expression seemed attentive, and sometimes he nodded in cooperation.

Qin Yinan like that looks particularly gentle, and the warm crystal light is quietly sprinkled on his body, making him warm and soft.

Song Qingchun, who said that he had put it down, still looked at it for a while, then lowered his eyes, adjusted his mood, took a glass of red wine from the hand of the waiter on the side, stepped on high heels, and walked towards Qin Yinan.

"Brother Enan." Song Qingchun stopped about two meters south of Qin, and called his name in a shallow voice.

Qin Yinan turned his head, saw Song Qingchun, and immediately smiled at her, then turned his head sideways, whispered sorry to the person he was talking to, clinked glasses and drank a breath of wine, then nodded slightly, and walked over to Song Qingchun.

Qin Yinan and Song Qingchun clinked glasses, continued to drink together, and shouted her name: "Song Song." ”

Song Qingchun smiled, and also raised the wine glass, before she could drink, Qin Yinan stretched out his hand to stop her, and the voice spoke, the same as before, with a hint of discipline: "You are not allowed to drink." ”

As he spoke, Qin Yinan took away the goblet in Song Qingchun's hand, beckoned to the waiter not far away, and then took a glass of juice from the tray brought by the waiter and stuffed it into Song Qingchun's hand: "You drink this." ”

When Qin Yinan just took away Song Qingchun's goblet, his hand touched her fingertips, Song Qingchun was like an electric shock, and his heart trembled violently several times, until Qin Yinan handed the juice to her, she came back to her senses, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Brother Yinan, I'm not a child anymore, I can drink." ”

"That's not good, the wine is too cold, it's not good for the stomach." Qin Yinan's words were still gentle, but his expression was stiff, like an adult training a child again.

Song Qingchun pouted, took it a little reluctantly, and took a sip.

Only then did Qin Yinan smile reappear on his face: "This is good." ”