She hugged the quilt tightly, stared at the dark night outside the window, and between her soft and tranquil eyebrows, she slowly climbed up with a faint annoyance: "If there is no impulse that day, ask Su ......"

Speaking of this, Song Qingchun stumbled: "...... Cleanliness is not the person I'm looking for, it's fine......"

Even if he said such cruel things to her that day, she still couldn't scold him for "Su perverted" when the words came to her mouth.

"In that case, I can trouble him to take me to the company in the same way that I bothered him to take me to and from work before......"

"But now ......"

Song Qingchun slowly closed his eyes, and his lips pursed vigorously silently, but he didn't make a sound.

…… Now, she knew that he was good, that she was pitiful to her, and that her self-esteem would no longer allow her to trouble him.

Song Qingchun found that in the bottom of her heart, there was that kind of stuffy pain again, very subtle, but very dense, and her breathing stopped and stopped in pain.

In the dead of night, she only cared about sadness, but she never realized why she was so sad.

She has so many friends to trouble, but why is she sad because she can't trouble him? Immortal Merchant Lottery System

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"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Song Qingchun, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid......"

Su Zhinian gently leaned on the leather European-style sofa, listening to Song Qingchun's slightly vague whispering because he buried his head in the futon, and stared at a modern floor lamp in front of him, becoming a little erratic.

At the beginning, he counted how many times she said "not afraid", and in the end, he couldn't count it himself, until she said it with some embarrassment and regret: "In that case, I can trouble him to pick me up and take me to work before, and trouble him to take me to the company......" His heart suddenly seemed to be grabbed by something, and he couldn't breathe because of the pain.

His cruel and ruthless words that day completely prevented her from getting close to him so hard.

That kind of beauty, like a flash in the pan, is still withered and ruined after all.

Her sentence "Su Zhinian, I can trouble you ......", he hadn't heard enough of it, so he couldn't hear it anymore.

In fact, he shouldn't be sad, after all, this is the situation he created with his own hands, and it is also the situation he wants to get what he wants and want to see. Glass burial on the other side of the Lethe River

But he still couldn't help but feel sad, he was so hopeful that he could be troubled by her for a lifetime.

But he knew that when the story came to an end, the person next to her would not be him after all.

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The next day, Song Qingchun was woken up in the alarm clock, she got up, washed, went downstairs to prepare breakfast, and went upstairs to call Su Zhinian to eat, it happened to be seven o'clock, her free time.

Song Qingchun knocked on the door, stood in front of the door, and said, "Breakfast is ready." ”

It was quiet behind the door, no one responded, she thought that Su Zhinian hadn't woken up yet, so she went back to her bedroom.

She didn't even think about going far, so she just took her wallet and phone, stuffed it into her bag, and went out of the bedroom again.

Before going downstairs, she also pasted a small note on Su Zhinian's bedroom door.

Song Qingchun stood at the entrance and wore a pair of high heels first, but thinking that it was still early, the shopping mall and supermarket had not yet opened, and the only place she could go was the garden behind the community, so she changed into a pair of flat shoes, thinking that she could go there for a run.