She was excited because she found out that Su Zhinian cared about herself, and instantly condensed into ice, which was extremely cold.

Song Qingchun stayed in the living room stupidly, standing for a long time, not thinking about what Su Zhinian was for, and turned his face with her again.

What people are most afraid of is crankiness, so when she thought about it in the end, her heart, which was originally sure that he cared about herself, became the same as yesterday, and began to hesitate again, and the courage in her body was filled with it, like a balloon that had been punctured, and it wilted in an instant.

She took a soft breath, suppressed the sourness in her eyes, and dragged her heavy steps back up the stairs.

Every step she took was extremely slow, and she clearly remembered how excited and happy she was when she came down the stairs just a few dozen minutes ago.

However, in just a few tens of minutes, a world of change has occurred.

In the last second, he was still so nervous and anxious because of her fall......

In the next second, he threw her a sentence: I hope you won't come to me again when you get drunk in the future......

She thought that in this world, Su Zhinian was the only one who could make her happy in heaven one second and torment in hell the next.

Song Qingchun slowly pushed open the bedroom door, she got dressed in an orderly manner, and when she went to the bathroom to get her mobile phone, she stared at the mirror and the wall, and the words he and she wrote with lipstick were red in anger.

She found a rag, dipped it in water, wiped the handwriting on the mirror and the wall bit by bit, and then left his bathroom with her phone.

She walked to the sofa, and when she took out her mobile phone, she made all the things on the sofa and slammed them into her bag one by one, carefully zipped them up, stood up, carried her bag, and walked out of Su Zhinian's bedroom step by step.

She held her breath and did not dare to stop to go downstairs, and even when she passed the living room, she did not dare to turn her head to look at the familiar furnishings.

She was afraid that she would stop, so she was reluctant to leave, so she cried.

Song Qingchun stood at the entrance, and when he changed his shoes, two tears still fell after all.

She put on her shoes, and before leaving Su Zhinian's house, she saw that one of the shoe cabinet doors in his entrance was not closed.

That's when he left, and when he took his shoes, he forgot to close.

Song Qingchun thoughtfully stretched out her hand and wanted to close Su Zhinian's door, but before she could act, she saw familiar shoes in the shoe cabinet.

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, then she slowly squatted down and opened all the doors of the shoe cabinet one by one.

At the beginning, when her contract with him expired, Cheng Qinglian came to remind her to leave, she was angry, and some shoes were not packed into the box, so she simply threw them into the trash.

When she threw those shoes, she didn't pay attention to them, so most of them were not paired.

But the rest of the shoes that had fallen into the trash were neatly placed back in his shoe cabinet.

Who picked it up?

Since Su Zhinian didn't like her, why did he keep her shoes?

Song Qingchun bit her lower lip, subconsciously stretched out her hand, and touched the shoes one by one, and when she touched the golden high heels placed on the top, Song Qingchun saw a somewhat familiar gift box from a waste box without a lid next to her.