Just like when she used to come back from work every day, the courtyard of Su Zhinian's villa was clean and tidy, and the house was spotlessly cleaned.

Downstairs, there are a few windows open, and the cool breeze in the evening, mixed with the breath of spring, blows the curtains constantly swaying.

Song Qingchun changed his shoes, threw the bag he was carrying on the coffee table, closed the window on the first floor first, and then went to the second floor, the door of Su Zhinian's bedroom was open, and the inside was still the same, everything was placed neatly, as far as the eye could see, there was no mess and clutter, and even the smell of the air wafting in the room was the faint fragrance that he was used to.

Song Qingchun returned to her bedroom, the day she left, the messed up dressing room had been tidied up, and even the clothes she had changed had been washed and sorted and hung in the cupboard.

Song Qingchun casually picked out a light home clothes to put on, and went downstairs to prepare dinner as before.

After the light four dishes and one soup were ready, Song Qingchun walked out of the restaurant and glanced at the time, a quarter past eight.

She turned on the TV and sat on the sofa waiting for Su Zhinian to come home.

The TV series she chased a while ago happened to be finale today, and I didn't watch several episodes in the middle, but I could understand it, but before I knew it, the time was half past nine, and Su Zhinian hadn't come back yet.

Song Qingchun was a little hungry, so he didn't wait for Su Zhinian anymore, so he went to the restaurant to have a simple dinner, and then covered the rest of the dishes with plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator.

I went to the gym on the first floor, jogged for half an hour, wiped the sweat off my face with a towel, went to the restaurant and poured a glass of warm water, after drinking, went upstairs to take a shower, take care of my skin, and lay down in bed - it was already eleven o'clock, and it was still quiet downstairs, without any signs of a car.

Song Qingchun casually strolled around Taobao, and when he quit, the time on his mobile phone had become 0:31 on March 9.

In less than twenty-four hours, her contract with Su Zhinian expired.

Before going to sleep, Song Qingchun dialed Su Zhinian with the mentality of trying, but the phone was still turned off.

Very early the next day, Song Qingchun woke up, she ran to the window first, and glanced downstairs, it was empty.

After she finished washing up, before going downstairs, she deliberately turned to the door of Su Zhinian's bedroom to take a look, and it was exactly the same as the picture she saw when she came back last night.

He didn't come back all night......

Song Qingchun was not in the mood to prepare breakfast, so she casually heated up the leftovers from last night, filled her stomach, and went to the hospital, but stayed until noon, Song Qingchun left again, before returning to Su Zhinian's villa, she took a trip to his company, asked the front desk, and only then did she know that Su Zhinian was not in the company.

Back at the villa, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and Song Qingchun was passing the time while waiting for Su Zhinian.

Same as yesterday, until she had dinner last night, when dinner was cool, everything was packed in the refrigerator, and she lay on the bed after taking a shower and preparing to fall asleep, Su Zhinian still did not appear.

The bell rang at midnight, March 10 arrived, and according to the contract, Song Qingchun could pack up his things now and leave Su Zhinian's villa immediately.

She sat in the chaise longue in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of her bedroom, never moving.

The night was getting deeper, and she couldn't hold it anymore, so she fell asleep in the tuise longue.

Song Qingchun didn't sleep well all night, and when the first rays of sunlight hit her face in the morning, she woke up.