Women are always like this, no matter how bad the mood is, they will always be bought and healed.

When Song Qingchun went upstairs with a large bag and a small bag, he was still humming a brisk song in his mouth, completely losing the depression he felt when he left the house in the morning.

It was still early, she sat cross-legged on the bed, unpacked today's trophies one by one, and then put a good figure, took a photo and put it in the circle of friends, and then put those things back in place one by one.

After tossing these, it was already half past six, Song Qingchun washed his hands and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When he was busy, he didn't feel too much, but when he was done, Song Qingchun walked out of the kitchen and looked at the night outside the window, which was completely dark, and the depression when he left in the morning once again spread to his heart.

It was quiet in the room, and this quietness made her feel even worse.

In the past, she stayed in such a big villa alone, and she didn't feel that anything was wrong, but today, she looked at this magnificent villa, how unpleasant it was.

She took the remote control and turned on the TV, which happened to be playing a costume drama that she had recently been following.

Obviously, the TV is playing a plot that she is looking forward to, but she can't be interested in watching it, and in the end, she feels that the plot is a little boring. What to ask for in a lifetime

The sound of the TV was turned on by her very loudly, but she felt that the room was more deserted and unpleasant than when it was quiet before.

Song Qingchun threw the remote control aside irritably, and then his eyes were withdrawn from the TV, and when he swept the floor clock, he found that it was half past eight.

It's half past eight, why hasn't Su Zhinian gone home yet?

As this thought flashed through her mind, she also realized why she had just felt that the villa was not pleasing to the eye.

It's that he's not at home...... In fact, a short time ago, when he was at home every day, he and her were in the cold war, and there was no communication between them...... So his absence doesn't matter to her, but why does she feel so uncomfortable?

The more Song Qingchun thought about it, the more depressed she felt, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and then stood up, holding her mobile phone, and while keeping an eye on the time, she began to walk around the room non-stop.

Eight forty, but ten minutes, Song Qingchun felt that it was extremely long.

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She didn't know what she was smoking, she actually clicked on Su Zhinian's WeChat, she raised her hand, typed a sentence on it, but didn't send it out, held the phone, and continued to walk around the house, until the minute hand was about to approach fifty, Song Qingchun secretly gritted his teeth, held the mobile phone, stared at the sentence he typed, looked at it for a while, and pressed the send button.

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Su Zhinian lay on the bed last night, listening to Song Qingchun's movements tossing and turning in the next room, and didn't sleep well all night.

When he was working in the morning, he couldn't calm down.

At first, he thought it was caused by his decision to alienate Song Qingchun last night, but by noon, his heart began to become panicked, and even the blood in his body became turbulent.

This kind of panic gave him a very bad premonition, as if hinting that something big was about to happen.

Even he carefully followed up the recent situation of his company and Song's company, and everything was running normally.

Not a company? What would that be?

……

Su Zhinian thought of his mother.