Song Qingchun ran all the way downstairs before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Why is she so stupid, even if she sees the palm print on his face, she can't say it...... Fortunately, she had just run fast, and if she had been slower, the angry look he had at that time might have killed her......

Song Qingchun patted her chest and entered the restaurant, she sat at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and was just about to eat, but she saw that the arm she was holding the chopsticks was all blood.

Song Qingchun threw away the chopsticks violently and began to check her body, she looked back and forth several times to make sure she was not injured.

So, the blood on her wrist ......

Song Qingchun subconsciously raised his head and looked at the ceiling...... Only Su Zhinian grabbed her wrist just now...... Was his hand hurt?

Song Qingchun thought of the slap marks on Su Zhinian's face again, although the light in the room was very bad, and she couldn't see it very accurately, but she could still tell that his face was very badly swollen.

What really happened to him today?

Song Qingchun sat on the dining chair and thought for a while before shaking his head vigorously.

What happened to him and what does it have to do with her?

She and him are not familiar enough to need her to worry about him so much!

Yes, she doesn't need to worry about it!

Song Qingchun nodded vigorously, stood up, walked into the bathroom, washed the blood stains on his wrists, and then returned to the restaurant, sat at the table, picked up chopsticks, and ate as if no one was around.

Song Qingchun only ate a few bites and then stopped.

Anyway, he and she know each other, although she has some resentment towards him in her heart, but he seems to be very badly injured, and she doesn't seem to be very good if she sits idly by like this?

She bit her chopsticks and thought for a while, then raised her head, glanced at the ceiling, and then continued to lower her head to eat, ate a few bites, and raised her head to look at the ceiling, and so on many times, Song Qingchun finally put down the chopsticks and entered the kitchen.

He signed a contract with her, and during these 100 days, she was responsible for his food, clothing, and daily life, so he was injured, and she should also take care of him.

Song Qingchun thought about it, and touched two eggs and boiled them in white water.

Song Qingchun stood in front of the gas stove for half a minute, then turned around and walked out of the kitchen, went to the upstairs bedroom to get a coat, draped it on his body, and walked out of the villa.

When Song Qingchun came back, the white water egg had already been boiled, she fished out the egg, put it in cold water and soaked it for a few minutes, then stretched out her hand to test the temperature, and to make sure it was suitable, she peeled off the eggshell, put it in a small dish, and went upstairs with it.

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Maybe he hadn't touched a woman for too long, and Su Zhinian, who had always been innocent and indifferent, felt that the fire in his body couldn't be extinguished after Song Qingchun had left for so long.

In the end, he simply went straight to the balcony in the open air, and the cold wind blew in the cold winter.

The temperature of more than ten degrees below zero gradually forced back the heat in his heart.

He looked at the snow on the roof of the building not far away, and listened to all kinds of small noises made by Song Qingchun, the sound of the induction cooker turning on, the sound of boiling water, the sound of her going upstairs and downstairs, and the sound of her footsteps running out of the villa...... Then the fluctuating mood gradually quieted down.

She had been out of the villa for only ten minutes before she trotted all the way back.