Song Qingchun could see that Mrs. Huang was hesitating.

Tang Nuan's buttocks were bloodstained, the area was getting bigger and bigger, Song Qingchun was silent for a few seconds, pretending to have a call, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, and then when he pretended to look at the caller ID, his fingertips quickly unlocked the mobile phone, clicked on Su Zhinian's mobile phone number, dialed it out, and then slowly put it in his ear, lowered his voice, and shouted at the beep inside: "Zhinian? ”

This is the first time in Song Qingchun's life that she called Su Zhinian "Zhinian", and when she blurted out, a layer of soreness rose on her back.

Song Qingchun deliberately waited for a long time when he pretended to be Su Zhinian to speak, Su Zhinian was probably busy, and he didn't answer the phone for a long time, Song Qingchun felt that he was silent, and he would show his feet, so he rolled his eyes, so he had to sing a one-man show, and said again to the beep of the phone: "What's wrong?" You happen to be passing by Shin Kong Place, so call me? You want to buy me a gift......"

Song Qingchun tried his best to make his voice sound very gentle, and even when he said this, he even brought a touch of coquettishness.

Just when she wanted to continue, the phone was connected by Su Zhinian: "Tingting? What's wrong? "Imperial Favorite: Forensic Wife is Hard to Handle

Her plays have been performed to the most exciting place, it is impossible to break it, right?

Song Qingchun had no choice but to ignore Su Zhinian's inquiry and continued: "Chanel's latest bag? Okay......"

"What?" Su Zhinian's confused voice came from the phone.

"Dior's necklace? Also available ......"

Su Zhinian frowned: "Tingting? You ......"

Before Su Zhinian finished his doubtful words, Song Qingchun spoke again: "YSL's lip gloss, you want it, which color?" I like the new products this season, hey......"

Su Zhinian simply fell silent.

"Still let me choose flowers? I don't like red roses, I like pink ......"

Su Zhinian felt that he understood a little, Song Qingchun was reminding him that when he had dinner tonight, prepare these gifts for her, right?

Su Zhinian whispered "um" into the phone. Seven days away: Queen Beggar

Well? Uh-huh, do you know what I'm doing? Song Qingchun sneered, and the smile on his face became brighter: "Okay, I know, I will be careful on the road, and we will see you in Jinling later." ”

Jinling? What does she mean by going to Jinling for dinner tonight? Su Zhinian said the word "good" into the microphone, and just when he was about to say "goodbye" to Song Qingchun, Song Qingchun's delicate voice came from the phone: "Goodbye, Zhinian." ”

Thoughts...... Such an intimate name...... Su Zhinian obviously felt that his body was shaken, and even his lower abdomen was swollen and painful, and as soon as his hand shook, the mobile phone slipped from between his fingers and gently smashed on the marble floor, making a very crisp sound.

What's the sound? Song Qingchun hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had other things to deal with, so he had to hang up, turned his head and smiled apologetically at Mrs. Huang: "I'm sorry, I just answered a call, I don't know what I just said......"

Song Qingchun deliberately paused, she knew that these ladies and wives were all human spirits, and she must have heard her phone call clearly, and the "thoughts" she kept saying would definitely make her emerge again and again......