-Song Qingchun slept very deeply this night, and when he woke up again, it was noon the next day.

The hangover caused her head to hurt so badly that when she opened her eyes, her brain went blank.

She habitually hugged the quilt and tried to lie on the bed for a while, but between her snorts was a light and familiar aroma, and she frowned for a moment before she noticed that the sheets and quilt cover were not the light powder she usually used, but dark blue.

This is clearly the boys' style......

Song Qingchun was completely sober as if she had been hit hard, she sat up from the bed suddenly, looked around the surrounding environment, and recognized that this was Su Zhinian's bedroom.

How could she be in his house?

Song Qingchun's eyebrows frowned, and before he could figure out what was going on, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Su Zhinian, who was wearing a white casual suit, walked in with a few clothes in his hand.

Song Qingchun recognized that it was the clothes she was wearing yesterday...... She subconsciously lowered her head, glanced at her chest, and found that she was wearing Su Zhinian's shirt.

Oh my God, what the hell is going on? How did she wake up and sleep in his bed - not to mention, and in his shirt? And when did she take off her clothes and change his shirt, and she didn't remember it at all?

The more Song Qingchun thought about it, the more his head hurt.

Su Zhinian stopped about a meter away from the bed, threw her clothes on the bed, and said lightly: "When you wake up, wash up quickly and go downstairs for lunch." ”

Without waiting for her to react, he turned around and left the bedroom.

As the bedroom door was closed, Song Qingchun racked his brains again to think about what was going on, and slowly got off the bed and went to the bathroom with ease.

Song Qingchun walked to the sink absentmindedly, saw the brand-new toothbrush and mouthwash cup placed next to the faucet, and knew that it was for Su Zhinian to use for himself, so he picked it up easily, squeezed the toothpaste, and rinsed his mouth with water.

Song Qingchun brushed his teeth twice, raised his head, looked at the mirror in front of him, and then his eyes suddenly opened to the maximum.

Where can the mirror still shine? The mirror, which is more than one meter wide, is densely covered with lipstick.

Even the white wall next to it was messed up with lipstick.

The color of that lipstick, Song Qingchun is very familiar with, it is the one she carries with her every day.

Song Qingchun held the toothbrush in his mouth and was stunned for a while before lowering his head and looking around, and then in the trash can, he saw the Chanel lipstick that only left the empty tube.

Song Qingchun blinked before retracting the shock in his heart and looked at the words on the mirror.

"Su Zhinian is a big bastard", "Su Zhinian is a bastard", "Su Zhinian is a big villain"......

Song Qingchun is also familiar with these scolding handwritings, it is her handwriting......

The toothbrush in Song Qingchun's mouth fell into the washbasin with a "snap".

She stared at the cursed words in a daze, and it took a lot of effort to stabilize her mind, lower her head, pick up the toothbrush, rinse it, squeeze the toothpaste again, stuff it into her mouth, and continue to look at the words on the mirror while brushing her teeth.

"Su Zhinian likes Song Qingchun", "Song Qingchun loves Su Zhinian the most", "Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun love each other for a lifetime"......