And wearing a sweatshirt is wearing a sweatshirt, why do you still wear a hat, the zipper has been pulled down to the top, revealing two deep eyes.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian with a strange expression for a long time before he turned around and hurriedly said hello to Su Zhinian: "Mr. Su." ”

Su Zhinian didn't say anything, just stared at her eyes intently for a long time, and then turned around lightly, walked into the bedroom next door, and slammed the door shut.

Song Qingchun had long been accustomed to Su Zhinian treating herself as air, she shrugged her shoulders and went downstairs without care.

Su Zhinian leaned against the door panel, listened to Song Qingchun's footsteps gradually moving away, and slowly raised his hand.

The pen he was holding in his hand was shattered by him because he was too hard, and some metal shells pierced into his palms, stained red with blood.

Because he hit Tang Nuan with his mind, he also had palm prints on his face, so he stayed in the villa all day.

When Song Qingchun came home, he was drawing designs in the study, probably because it was still early, he heard her go back to his bedroom.

Today she was quiet, unlike before, not talking to herself, not making any noise from tossing other things.

He didn't pay much attention to her, just paid attention to her for a while, and continued to concentrate on the blueprint, but after a few strokes, he suddenly heard her sobbing voice.

At first it was so soft that he thought he had misheard, so he stopped writing, and then he noticed that she was crying louder and louder, as if something sad had happened.

He walked out of the study without thinking about it, holding the pen, and as soon as he walked to the door of her bedroom, he heard her whimpering and shouting the words "Brother Yinan", and then he stopped at the door.

He is so stupid, who else in this world can make her cry so painfully, except for the man named Qin Yinan?

He should have been jealous and angry, but when he listened to her cry, he found that there was a dull pain in his heart.

She didn't cry for long, but for him, it was long and painful.

He almost couldn't control himself several times, rushed in to give her a hug, comfort and comfort her, but he was not qualified, he could only force himself to stand in place, listen to her cry, use all his strength, clenched his fists.

Su Zhinian slowly raised his hand, pulled out the splinter of the pen that was stuck in the palm of his hand, the blood flowed more violently, he took a tissue from the side, and pressed it on the wound indiscriminately, he pressed it very hard, he could clearly feel the pain of the wound and sharp, but it was still not comparable to the pain in his heart.

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After Song Qingchun finished cooking dinner, he went upstairs and knocked on the door of Su Zhinian's bedroom: "Mr. Su, dinner is ready." ”

After a long while, Su Zhinian's faint and cold voice came from inside: "Let's bring it upstairs." ”

Song Qingchun said "oh", went downstairs, found a tray, and brought dinner upstairs.

Su Zhinian's bedroom didn't turn on the light, Song Qingchun's first reaction when she stepped in was to put her hand on the switch on the wall, and before she could touch it, Su Zhinian's voice came coldly in the dim room: "Don't turn on the light." ”

Song Qingchun retracted his hand, and took advantage of the pale yellow light of the corridor to bring the food into the bedroom and put it on the coffee table.