In the past, Su Zhinian would stop Song Qingchun from drinking.

But this time he didn't.

He quietly leaned on the door of the villa where Song Qingchun lived, looked at the heavy snow in front of him, and listened to the sound of Song Qingchun drinking as if he was drinking boiled water.

Her alcohol consumption is still so bad, she is drunk, but she doesn't stop, and she still holds the phone and calls the front desk to deliver wine.

Su Zhinian only asked the waiter to deliver the wine once, and it was forbidden to send it a second time.

Song Qingchun inside was completely drunk into a puddle of mud, she muttered a lot of things to herself, and scolded him while muttering.

The drunkenness caused her to be delirious, and her words were reversed, and at the end she giggled and sang as if she were very happy.

Song Qingchun tossed for most of the night before he stopped.

Su Zhinian waited until she breathed a long breath and fell asleep completely, and then returned to the room she opened.

The day after the heavy snowfall, the weather was surprisingly good.

The sun shines brightly on the resort, the red plum and white snow, and the impact of colors makes the whole world beautiful like a dream.

Su Zhinian got up on time at eight o'clock, and after eating early, he appeared at the door of Song Qingchun's villa as usual.

Drunk, she hadn't woken up yet, he leaned against the wall, stared at a few children not far away, and waited quietly.

It wasn't until ten o'clock that there was finally movement in the villa.

Song Qingchun woke up, because of the hangover, which caused a severe headache, and let out a short muffled snort.

She lay on the bed for about fifteen minutes, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

The sound of running water sounded, and it took nearly half an hour before it stopped, and then there was the sound of bottles and cans opening and closing, and Su Zhinian, who had lived with her for a hundred days, knew that it was her daily skin care.

As the sound of rustling clothes ended, the villa fell into an eerie silence.

Su Zhinian raised his wrist and glanced at the time, it was already eleven o'clock, according to the previous practice, Song Qingchun was afraid that he was going to call for food.

However, until 11:45, Song Qingchun still did not make any movement.

Just when Su Zhinian thought she was asleep again, he heard her footsteps coming downstairs.

The clatter of slippers got closer and closer to the door, Su Zhinian habitually stood up straight, walked around the wall on the side of the villa, and hid.

The door of the villa opened, and Song Qingchun did not step on the steps to leave as before, but turned his head directly and looked at the place where Su Zhinian was standing.

She stood at the door for a moment, didn't close the door of the villa, and walked over to Su Zhinian.

With a hangover, her face looked a little pale, her hair-dried was casually draped behind her head, and the cold wind blew and flew around.

She looked at him quietly for a moment, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Shall we talk?" ”

"Okay." Su Zhinian nodded, looked at the surrounding ice and snow, and then looked at her without a coat, and then said: "It's cold outside, do you want to go inside first?" ”

Song Qingchun said "um", turned around and walked back to her villa, she didn't close the door, Su Zhinian knew that she wanted him to go to her room to talk.

When Su Zhinian entered the house, Song Qingchun was already sitting on the sofa, she probably had a headache, and her fingers were rubbing her left temple.