"Song Qingchun, you are really bold enough!"

"After I warned you, you dared to appear in front of me again and again!"

Song Qingchun's shoulders just trembled slightly, and he didn't react otherwise, just stood in place with his eyes down, and asked himself: "Mr. Su, can we talk?" ”

"Talk?" Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun and narrowed his eyes, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, his face was a little mocking, and the words that came out of his mouth were still mean and sharp: "What you said to me was a fart?" ”

"I don't even want to see you, do you think I'll have anything to talk to you about?"

When Su Zhinian didn't say a word on weekdays, he gave people a strong sense of oppression, and at this time he turned his face, and the momentum that filled his body was even more fierce, as if he could put people to death at any time.

Song Qingchun stood in front of him, looking calm and calm, but in fact, a layer of horror had already jumped on the tip of her heart, and her clenched palms were covered with a layer of wet sweat because of fear, and she tried her best to maintain a smooth tone: "Just delay you a little time, is it okay?" ”

Su Zhinian didn't speak, staring at Song Qingchun's eyes without blinking.

His gaze was sharp and sharp, and Song Qingchun's heart trembled when he saw it.

The atmosphere inside became a bit deadlocked.

This kind of stalemate is even more difficult for Song Qingchun than when Su Zhinian was angry just now.

In fact, Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's time, but it was only for a minute, but this minute made Song Qingchun feel like a long torment after a century.

When Song Qingchun was about to take it anymore, Su Zhinian suddenly moved, leaned on the sofa behind him, his eyes were still staring at Song Qingchun, and the tone of his mouth had not completely subsided: "What did you tell me last time you stopped me in the company?" ”

Su Zhinian raised his hand, nodded his head, as if he was thinking about something, and then spoke again: "Let me give you five minutes?" Right? ”

The topic before and after Su Zhinian changed too quickly, Song Qingchun couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and he was stunned for a moment, and said to Su Zhinian: "Huh? What five minutes? ”

Su Zhinian didn't pick up Song Qingchun's words, and continued to speak slowly: "Or am I mistaken?" Not five minutes, four minutes? Three minutes? Or two minutes? ……”

Song Qingchun reacted instantly when Su Zhinian said this.

Did he agree to the rhythm of talking to her?

"It's five minutes." Song Qingchun's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, and she hurriedly spoke, interrupting Su Zhinian's words: "What I told you last time was to give me five minutes. ”

"Okay, I'll give you five minutes." Su Zhinian propped his arms on the armrests of the sofa, put his hands on his head, and posed a leisurely appearance.

I don't know if it's because Su Zhinian was too difficult to contact before, but at this time she suddenly agreed to talk about it, but it made Song Qingchun's brain a little stunted, and the draft she had prepared before was all forgotten in an instant, she stood in front of Su Zhinian and was silent for a while, without opening her mouth to say a word.

Su Zhinian was not in a hurry, just waited calmly, his other hand tapped the glass coffee table rhythmically, making a crisp sound, and then after a while, he said, "There are four minutes left." ”