His hand holding the steering wheel trembled, his heart immediately became anxious, and even his back was covered in a layer of cold sweat, he didn't wait for Song Qingchun to finish speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth with a little anger: "Song Qingchun, if I ask you to go shopping, you can go, don't talk so much nonsense!" ”

Through the phone, Song Qingchun could feel Su Zhinian's evil spirit, and she was so frightened that what she was saying stopped when she was talking.

Probably because Su Zhinian hadn't been angry with her for a long time, not to mention that the atmosphere of the two chatting a second ago was still very good, and he changed his face in a second, such a change was too sudden, making Song Qingchun a little nervous, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

The car was still parked in place, Su Zhinian saw that Song Qingchun didn't react, and his tone was still a little poor: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Didn't listen to what I said? ”

Before his words could be settled, he heard the sound of Song Qingchun grabbing the coat thrown on the sofa and running out of the villa with a smoke.

As the door of the villa was slammed shut, Su Zhinian's heart finally calmed down a little, he was afraid that before he rushed home, Song Qingchun would go home first, and the thief had not left, so he opened his mouth again, and his voice was much softer than just now: "After shopping, wait for me at the door of the supermarket, I'll be there soon." ”

Thinking that the girl was a little depressed by his training, she let out a muffled "oh" and didn't say anything more.

Su Zhinian knew that she was unhappy in his heart, he moved his lips, wanting to comfort her, but he didn't know where to comfort her, and finally he simply didn't make a sound, just through the phone, he heard her walk out of the door of the villa, and hung up the phone.

The road condition is very bad, five minutes to walk less than a hundred meters, Su Zhinian glanced at the subway station on the side of the road, and then no matter what kind of traffic paralysis he would cause if he abandoned the car so much, he directly pushed the car door, threw the car on the road, and strode towards the subway station.

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Song Qingchun couldn't remember how long it was, and Su Zhinian hadn't lost his temper with himself.

When she first lived in Su Zhinian's villa, his bad temper was like a common thing, and almost every time she saw him, she would be reprimanded and sarcastic by him.

At that time, she was obviously accustomed to his bad temper, not to mention, what he said today was not particularly ugly, but the tone was a little cold and a little infiltrating, compared to the past, it was just a small thing, but she didn't know what was wrong with her, and she was extremely uncomfortable in her heart.

Even when she was shopping in the supermarket, she followed his instructions, and when she chose eggs, her eyes were inexplicably red, and she always felt that there was an indescribable grievance, rolling violently in her chest.

Song Qingchun finished settling the account sullenly, and as soon as he walked out of the supermarket with the car, he saw Su Zhinian walking out of the elevator opposite, holding his mobile phone in his hand, as if he was dialing a call.

Then the mobile phone in Song Qingchun's pocket rang, she pretended not to hear, stood next to the cart, and lowered her head to load the bag.

Before she could pretend to be two, a figure stood next to her.

Song Qingchun didn't look up, just by relying on the familiar and light aroma, he knew that it was Su Zhinian.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Su Zhinian's faint tone came from above her head.

Song Qingchun was silent, just stuffing things into the bag wholeheartedly.