Su Zhinian didn't seem to hear Song Qingchun's words, exactly like Song Qingchun, who had just confessed, and said to himself: "...... Even, a little touched. ”

Song Qingchun opened her mouth, this time she couldn't even call out his name, and the blood in her whole body seemed to be frozen, standing still.

"You're beautiful, you're smart, and you're from a good background...... It's a very good girl...... But ......" Su Zhinian stopped, staring at Song Qingchun lightly, as if he was thinking about what to say next.

Although he had just said so many beautiful words and praised her for a lot of goodness, Song Qingchun's tears flowed slowly, and she knew that his words were just the comfort of the scene.

In the face of her tears, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, he probably thought about a lot of words, and probably felt that it was inappropriate, and he never said it.

There was silence between the two of them for nearly five minutes, Su Zhinian's eyelids drooped, and then he spoke, "...... Sorry ......"

When the word "apologize" settled, his eyelids lifted and aimed at her eyes, looking more calm and calm: "...... I don't like you. ”

I don't like you......

Song Qingchun had two lines of tears on his face, staring at Su Zhinian's handsome facial contours in a daze for a long time before slowly replaying these words in his mind.

I don't like you...... I don't like you...... I don't like you......

Song Qingchun clearly felt that the strength in her body was drained little by little with the fluctuation of this sentence in her brain, it was obviously a hot summer, but her hands and feet were cold as if they were in a cold winter.

It was the first confession in her life, and the first time she had been rejected in her life, and she stared at him blankly, not knowing how she should react to his rejection.

Her brain went blank, and even the tears she was shedding forgot to flow.

There was silence at the table again, an awkward and silent atmosphere.

After a long while, Su Zhinian saw that Song Qingchun didn't say anything for a long time, so he opened his mouth again: "I don't like it now, and I won't like it in the future." ”

After speaking, Su Zhinian didn't even give Song Qingchun time to digest, so he directly raised his hand, called the waiter, and said, "Check out." ”

It wasn't until the waiter came over with the consumption bill that Song Qingchun came back to her senses in a daze, and her tears fell down one after another like pearls with broken threads, and even in the end, she didn't control her emotions and sniffled softly.

Su Zhinian knew that she was crying, but she didn't show anything, she just took out her wallet smoothly, handed it to the waiter, swiped the card, entered the password, signed, and then nodded indifferently in the face of the waiter's "thank you".

Then he stuffed the invoice into his wallet, then into his pocket, then bent down to pick up the car keys on the ground, and stood up from his seat as if he was about to leave.

He took two steps towards the dining table and the aisle in front of the dining table, but finally couldn't hold back, turned his head and glanced at Song Qingchun, the girl was crying pear blossoms with rain, and the tip of the pen was red, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

Su Zhinian tensed the corners of his lips, turned his head, thought for a moment, left a "goodbye" with indifference, and raised his long legs.