After Song Qingchun finished speaking, he realized that he blurted out to Su Zhinian without feeling comfortable and invited him to dinner?!

However, he helped her so much, and she should have invited him to a meal...... It's just that he keeps his head down like this and doesn't say anything, what does it mean? Isn't it a refusal?

Song Qingchun thought for a while, and then said: "If it weren't for you, maybe I would have been caught up in a lawsuit, when are you free, can you take some time for me to treat you to a meal?" ”

Su Zhinian listened to what Song Qingchun said word for word, and then turned around twice in his mind, convinced that it was really not his auditory hallucination, so he slowly raised his head and looked at Song Qingchun.

Because his mood was too fluctuating, in order to make the surface look calm, his hand holding the pen was amazingly powerful, and his fingertips were a little white.

He picked up the somewhat cold coffee on the table, took a sip, and then spoke, his words very concise: "Okay." ”

Song Qingchun saw that Su Zhinian didn't respond for a long time, thinking that his invitation was going to be out of play, and just wanted to pout and say, "If it doesn't work, forget it", but before he finished speaking, he heard Su Zhinian say lightly, "Okay", so he quickly changed his words: "When?" ”

Song Qingchun tilted his head and thought for a while, tomorrow is Saturday, so he doesn't have to go to work, so he asked again: "Is it okay tomorrow?" ”

After a pause, Song Qingchun added: "Tomorrow night? ”

That way she doesn't have to cook......

Su Zhinian wanted to nod his head directly, but there happened to be a text message on his mobile phone on the desktop, and he glanced sideways, it was an advertisement sent by 10086, and he also swept the date on the mobile phone screen, December 21st.

December 24 is Christmas Eve, and December 25 is Christmas Day......

Su Zhinian nodded and paused, he pondered for a while, and then unhurriedly raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Qingchun: "I have to ask the secretary about the recent itinerary before I can make a decision." ”

Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment, and then blinked at Su Zhinian several times, only then did he react to what he said, and then said "oh": "Then you decided the time, tell me." ”

Su Zhinian closed his mouth and said "um" in his voice.

"If it's okay, I'll go rest first."

Su Zhinian didn't answer again, lowered his head and looked at the documents on the desktop.

Song Qingchun turned around and left obediently, and then as soon as he walked out of the study and closed the door, he immediately changed his face, stuck out his tongue at the door, and then walked towards his bedroom, while can't help but whisper Su Zhinian's tone, repeating what he just said: "I have to ask the secretary about the recent itinerary before I can make a decision." ”

"Huh...... Should the shelves be so big? To have a meal, you have to look at the itinerary before you can make a decision! ”

"Did he think he was the President?"

"Just kidding, is Miss Ben such a casual eater? Don't you hold it like this! ”

Song Qingchun slammed the bedroom door hard, lay down on the bed suddenly, snorted at the exquisite crystal lamp on the ceiling, and muttered: "Su Dapai!" ”

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Su Zhinian in the study, listening to Song Qingchun's self-talk, his eyebrows were stained with a touch of pampering that he didn't even notice, he took the signature pen, and just marked the document, he suddenly heard Song Qingchun's sentence from the next bedroom: "Oops, forgot!" ”