Before the imaginary heart-rending pain came, Su Zhinian opened his eyes abruptly and sat up from the bed.

He gasped for breath, looked around his surroundings, saw that it was a familiar ornament, and knew that he had the same nightmare as he did at noon.

His pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, and beads of sweat were rolling down his cheeks on his forehead.

He leaned unsteadily on the head of the bed, and waited until his fluctuating mood returned to normal, and then he first picked up the phone on the bedside table and glanced at the time, two o'clock in the morning.

He woke up from the dream again, completely lost his sleepiness, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a shower, found a set of home clothes at random, and walked out of the bedroom.

The night was very quiet, and he could clearly hear the sound of Song Qingchun's breathing as he slept, long and even.

He went downstairs first and poured himself a glass of warm water, and after drinking it in one gulp, he went back upstairs, he did not go back to his bedroom, but gently pushed open the bedroom next door.

There was only a dim sleep light in her room, probably enough for the heating in the middle of the night, and she kicked off most of the quilt, and put her phone to her ear, and the signal light turned on from time to time.

Su Zhinian first covered the quilt for her, then picked up the mobile phone in her ear and gently put it on the bedside table next to her, then sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and stroked her cheek, staring at her sleeping face thoughtfully.

From noon today to now, in just twelve hours, he was able to have two nightmares about her.

It's just that the first one was that she had an accident, and the second one was that he had an accident to save her.

And the most amazing thing in the dream is that when he saw her in danger, his first thought was to control her mind and let her dodge, but I don't know why, at that moment, his superpower failed, no matter how much effort he tried, she just stood in place and was indifferent, and then he had to give up and control the driver, the result was the same, the car did not slow down, nor did it change direction, and always hit her straight.

He has always had a strange feeling in his heart for the past few days, and now he has two nightmares in a row, does this represent some kind of suggestion?

hinted to him that Song Qingchun's life would still be in danger, and he would have an accident for her?

So he was flustered for the past two days, not because of work, not because of his mother, not because of her, but because of himself?

Thinking of this, Su Zhinian pursed her lips silently and forcefully, and the hand on her face gently rubbed her eyebrows.

If everything is really as he had a hunch in his heart, when she is in danger, he is willing to exchange himself for her safety without hesitation.

No matter what his end is in the end, as long as she can live, as long as she is good, it will be fine......

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's eyes, as if there were wisps of uncomplaining warmth surrounding his eyes, which became extremely soft at this moment, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and the corners of his lips were filled with a hint of a shallow smile.

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The next day, Su Zhinian went out early as usual and went to the company.

The morning was very busy, and lunch was not eaten until two o'clock in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, Dior's new product launch conference invited him to participate, so he didn't even have time to breathe, and after eating, he set off directly to the venue in Dongcheng.