Song Qingchun stood downstairs in a daze for a long time, for a long time, until her legs were numb, she blinked slowly as if she had made a decision, and then slowly turned around and walked to the stairs step by step.

Song Qingchun walked very slowly, but it took her a full five minutes to reach the second floor, but there were only a dozen steps.

The sunlight happened to come in through the window, turning the corridor golden, Song Qingchun stared at the door of the study twenty meters away for about half a minute, and finally walked over.

The door of the study was closed, there was no movement inside, the three-hundred-square-meter villa was quiet and a little weird, and Song Qingchun could hear his heartbeat.

This door is a choice.

Song Qingchun's hands clenched tightly into fists, as if she was making a final thought and struggle, but this time, as if she was afraid that she would regret it at any time, she didn't think for long, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

After the knock on the door settled for about five seconds, Su Zhinian's unique light voice came from the study: "Come in." ”

Song Qingchun quietly pushed open the door, glanced in first, and saw Su Zhinian sitting at the desk, typing on the computer, his expression was very focused.

Song Qingchun walked to the desk with his breath.

Su Zhinian seemed to be attracted by the computer, and he didn't raise his head to pay attention to Song Qingchun in front of him.

Song Qingchun waited for a moment and said, "Mr. Su." ”

Su Zhinian's eyes were still staring at the computer screen, his expression did not change much, just a vague "En", and then continued on the keyboard, his fingertips tapped quickly.

Song Qingchun didn't bother Su Zhinian again.

The study was exceptionally quiet, except for the sound of Su Zhinian tapping the keyboard from time to time.

Song Qingchun was a little bored, and couldn't help but raise his eyes and quietly looked at Su Zhinian.

He wore a very simple white shirt, with slightly curled cuffs, revealing a fair and sexy wrist, and the slender and beautiful fingers that hit the keyboard.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, and the warmth through the window hit him, outlining his white shirt with a golden outline, making him look extraordinarily deep.

Song Qingchun wanted to find some flaws from him, but no matter how picky she was, her pickiness eventually turned into admiration.

She is a reporter, she has interviewed many picturesque stars on the screen, but she has never seen a person, from temperament to facial features to skin, the good can compare to him.

She still had to admit that his perfection was too unreal.

Song Qingchun somehow thought of what netizens said when they commented on a photo of Su Zhinian: Where there is him, the scenery is picturesque.

At that time, when she saw this sentence, she was a little scoffing, thinking that netizens were too blind, and it was obviously because of the good selection of the scenery that would shoot such an amazing effect.

But now, she realized that it was not an exaggeration, but a fact.

This man is born with a knack for making the scenery picturesque as long as he appears in a place.

Because, he is a painting in itself, it is not the scenery that accompanies him, but he embellishes the landscape.

When Song Qingchun's feet were a little pantothenic, Su Zhinian's eyes finally left the computer, he glanced at Song Qingchun, leaned back in the office chair behind him, and asked in a calm tone, "Have you thought about it?" ”