Halfway through the teleconference in Su Zhinian's study, he heard the sound of entering a password at the gate.

He frowned, thinking that he had misheard, so he turned down the sound of the computer a little, and then heard the clatter of the iron door being pushed open, followed by the footsteps of someone walking into the courtyard.

There are not many people who know the password of his family, except for Tang Nuan, only Song Qingchun......

Su Zhinian said "sorry" to the computer, got up, walked quickly to the window, and saw Song Qingchun walking towards the door of the house with unsteady steps.

Su Zhinian didn't even have time to say hello to the people waiting for him in the computer, so he hurriedly opened the door of the study and went downstairs.

When he opened the door, she raised her hand, about to enter the code.

What is she doing here at such a late hour?

Su Zhinian's eyebrows subconsciously frowned, and he was just about to ask her out loud, when he saw her smile softly at him and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I'm late." ”

What a familiar phrase...... She had said this to him many times during the 100 days she had lived in his house...... Su Zhinian froze in place for a moment as if someone had clicked on the acupoint.

Song Qingchun waited for a while, seeing that he still didn't speak, thinking that he was unhappy, he still said in the same soft tone as just now: "Mr. Su, I promise that I will not come back so late in the future." ”

So saying, she walked towards the house, and when she crossed the door, her feet did not rise, and she tripped herself, and the man rushed into the house, but fortunately he was standing in front of her, and she only threw herself into his arms, and he smelled a faint smell of wine.

Did she drink? Su Zhinian's eyebrows moved, and before she could speak, she struggled out of his arms, stood firm in front of him, raised her head, and smiled warmly at him: "Mr. Su, have you eaten?" ”

It turned out that she was drunk and thought she was still living in his villa...... Su Zhinian was afraid that she would fall, and before she left, he still held the fingertips of her arm and trembled gently.

He was always like this, silent...... She thought silently in her heart, continued to smile at him, and asked in an extraordinarily gentle tone: "I'll cook for you now......"

With that, she shook off his arm, walked around his side, and walked towards the dining room.

As she walked, she was still talking: "Mr. Su, what do you want to eat?" Oh, and if you like sauerkraut fish, we'll make sauerkraut fish, and beef, and braised eggplant...... Well, can you have another tofu soup? ”

Time is like going backwards, returning to the long-lost past.

It used to be such a happy and comfortable time, but now, reliving the old times makes people as sad as a knife.

Su Zhinian listened to Song Qingchun's inquiring tone, his eyes suddenly became a little sour, his lips moved for a long time, and it wasn't until she entered the restaurant that he let out a very low voice: "Okay." ”

Su Zhinian was just about to open the door, and when she went to the restaurant, she saw Song Qingchun staggering out of it again, and she was still pulling the cart she bought for shopping in the supermarket when she lived in his house.

"Mr. Su, there is no food in the refrigerator, I have to go to the supermarket and will be back soon."

Su Zhinian's eyes became more and more sour, knowing that she was drunk and would not know anything, but he still turned his face away from her.