I don't know how long it took, Su Zhinian blinked her eyelids and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already eleven fifty-eight, and there were still two minutes left, and her birthday had passed.

Su Zhinian turned his head and stared at Song Qingchun, who was sleeping deeply, his eyebrows blinked slightly, and then slowly lowered his head, and his lips were imprinted on the center of her eyebrows.

You know...... You know, how much I want to be nice to you?

But I can't, and I don't dare.

Su Zhinian's lips stayed on Song Qingchun's eyebrows for a long time before leaving gently: "Tingting, happy birthday." ”

The moment his words fell, a new day arrived.

-

When Song Qingchun opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was already bright.

The weather was overcast and the smog was heavy, as if it was going to snow again.

Song Qingchun glanced at the wall always, it was just eight o'clock, and there were still two hours before work, so he stretched his limbs lazily, yawned, and continued to drill into the quilt, and then habitually touched the pillow...... Didn't touch the phone.

Song Qingchun's eyebrows furrowed, and she continued to touch, but she still didn't touch it, so she sat up, and saw that the pillow was pure white, she was stunned for a second, and then she looked at the environment around her, and her eyes suddenly opened to the maximum.

This is not her bedroom...... This is Su Zhinian's bedroom...... How could she be in his bedroom?

Song Qingchun was stunned for a second, and then remembered that she had waited for Qin Yinan at the Beijing Hotel yesterday for an afternoon, but finally waited for Tang Nuan's text message, and then she drank too much......

As soon as Song Qingchun recalled this, he looked through the mirror in front of him and found that he was wearing a men's white shirt......

After she drank too much, she slept on Su Zhinian's bed, and then she was still wearing his clothes......

These cognitions jumped into Song Qingchun's mind one after another, and then she suddenly jumped out of bed like she was electrocuted, and muttered: "Could it be that when I was drunk and unconscious last night, I was slept by Su Pervert?" ”

-

Cheng Qinglian turned his head again, glanced at Su Zhinian, who sat in the car before six o'clock, but never let the driver drive, and then hesitated, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Mr. Su, are we going to leave now?" ”

Su Zhinian, who was concentrating on the work of the notebook, heard Cheng Qinglian's voice, raised his head lightly, picked up the coffee on the side first, and was just about to speak, when Song Qingchun's voice came to his ears: "Could it be that when I was drunk and unconscious last night, I was slept by Su perverted?" ”

Su Zhinian's hands trembled, and his coffee spilled on the computer keyboard.

Cheng Qinglian hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian didn't pick it up, and his mind was still immersed in what Song Qingchun had just said.

Sue Perverted ...... Is that his?

Cheng Qinglian saw that Su Zhinian did not respond for a long time, so he hugged the computer to the front and wiped it up.

Su Zhinian stared at a bare tree trunk outside the car window, heard Song Qingchun's voice, and after a while, a broken thought came over: "Hey, there are no traces on my body...... It doesn't hurt ...... down there."

Su Zhinian frowned slightly, he knew that the driver and Cheng Qinglian couldn't hear Song Qingchun's voice at all, but the root of his ears still burned.

"That man is so rude...... That means I didn't sleep with him......"

Su Zhinian could obviously feel that Song Qingchun's words were a little lax, he pursed his lips, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.