Su Zhinian was lying in front of the computer desk, holding the pen with a serious face, and was engrossed in writing something.

Song Qingchun thought that Su Zhinian was working, so he didn't make a sound to disturb him, stood at the door for a while, then quietly pushed the door open, took coffee, and walked in.

There was a thick carpet on the floor of the study, and she stepped on it without making a sound.

When he got closer, Song Qingchun saw that Su Zhinian was recording something in a notebook, writing smoothly without any pause, almost writing in one go.

Song Qingchun stared at the pen in Su Zhinian's hand for a while, and then his eyes moved to his face.

He stared intently at the tip of the pen with a calm expression.

From her point of view, his eyes were drooping, and his eyelashes were a little distorted.

Song Qingchun pursed his lips with disdain, but he was secretly amazed in his heart, a man with such long eyelashes is really perverted enough!

I don't know what he thought of when he was writing, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled slightly.

Song Qingchun's eyes suddenly widened, staring at Su Zhinian like this, his heart was stunned, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

This was the first time she had seen Su Zhinian smile for so many years.

In her cognition, the most beautiful person in this world to laugh is definitely Brother Yinan, every time she sees his smile, she feels as if she sees the sunshine.

But she didn't expect that Su Zhinian just curled the corners of her lips, she actually saw the warmth from him who had always been a cold iceman, although it was not as bright as Brother Yinan, but it was like the sunshine in early winter, warm and comfortable.

Su Zhinian put down his pen and habitually leaned towards the back of the office chair, and then saw Song Qingchun standing in front of his desk, not far away.

His expression was stunned, and he blurted out, "When did you come in?" ”

Song Qingchun hurriedly withdrew his gaze that stayed on Su Zhinian, and explained softly: "I made coffee." ”

Su Zhinian saw the porcelain cup in her hand.

"I knocked on the door, but no one answered, so I walked in by myself." Song Qingchun saw that there was no displeased reaction on Su Zhinian's face, so he walked to the desk and put the coffee in front of him.

"Yes." Su Zhinian answered, and when he saw that the book on the table was still spread out, he immediately stretched out his hand and closed it quickly.

His movements caused Song Qingchun's eyes to move over, she just glanced at the cover, and recognized that it was the diary she had found in Su Zhinian's bedroom, so just now he was engrossed in leaning over the table, writing a diary? It's really a Su diary......

Su Zhinian saw that Song Qingchun had been staring at his diary, and coughed a little unnaturally, and then asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

Song Qingchun hurriedly shook his head: "It's okay." ”

Su Zhinian thought that Song Qingchun shook his head and said that it was okay, so he would leave the study with interest, so he nodded his head and didn't speak again, then stretched out his hand, took a document, covered it in the diary, and opened it.

Su Zhinian looked at it for about two minutes, and saw Song Qingchun still standing in front of his desk in a daze, without the slightest sign of leaving, so he frowned and asked again: "What's wrong?" ”

"Not really." Song Qingchun continued to shake his head, looking innocent.