Su Zhinian's secretary, although he sat at the desk and did not receive her according to Song Qingchun's instructions, he still took the phone and dialed Su Zhinian.

However, Song Qingchun didn't wait for the secretary's report to hang up at all, scanned his fingerprints in front of Su Zhinian's office door, pushed the door open, took steps, and walked straight in.

Song Qingchun's first reaction was to look at Su Zhinian's big desk, but before she could see her eyes drift in the direction of the desk, she was attracted by the picture in the corner of the sofa.

It was a pair of delicate women's high heels, studded with sparkling diamonds, and when you looked at the heels net, they were two straight long legs, with delicate and fair skin.

On top of the legs, there is a tight short skirt that can barely cover the buttocks, and next to the short skirt is Song Qingchun's familiar suit pants.

Song Qingchun's gaze stayed on the short skirt and suit pants for about five seconds before slowly moving up, and she saw a pair of white arms, tightly wrapped around Su Zhinian's arm, and Su Zhinian was struggling to break free from the white arm.

Looking at this scene, Song Qingchun didn't have any reaction on her face, she just blinked her eyelids slightly, and her gaze continued to rise a little, falling on Su Zhinian's face.

Her eyes were calm and indifferent, but she saw that Su Zhinian was like an electric shock, increased the strength on her arm, and threw away the woman who was pulling her arm hard, and the woman who threw it fell straight back.

He didn't care whether the woman was injured by himself at all, jumped up directly from the sofa, and rushed over at Song Qingchun, because he was too panicked, his leg hit the coffee table, his feet were soft in pain, and he knelt on the ground for a while, and then he stabilized his body in a panic and pounced in front of her.

Su Zhinian was very afraid that Song Qingchun would misunderstand, so he grabbed her hands tightly, and said hurriedly: "Tingting, don't misunderstand, I don't have a ......"

Song Qingchun's little face, after hearing the words "I don't", instantly stepped down.

What do you mean I don't? Doesn't this make it clear that it is not self-promising? As soon as Su Zhinian blurted out, he realized what he had said, and he suddenly wanted to bite off his tongue.

"Tingting, don't be angry first, you listen to me, child, child......"

It's better not to mention the child, but when the child is mentioned, Song Qingchun's face becomes more and more ugly.

Su Zhinian was in a hurry in his heart, but the more anxious he was, the more his brain crashed, he couldn't help but bite his tongue fiercely, making himself a little more rational with the stimulation of pain, and then said to Song Qingchun hurriedly: "I have nothing to do with her, before you pushed the door open and entered the house, the distance between me and him has always been more than one meter away......

"As soon as I answered your call, he rushed at me, grabbed my arm tightly, and didn't let go, and then, it's what you see......" Su Zhinian obviously said it was true, but in the end, he didn't have any score himself, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the woman on the sofa: "...... What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and say something! ”

The woman faced Su Zhinian, who was about to go to the wall, and opened her mouth again and again, as if she wanted to explain for Su Zhinian, but in the end, she lowered her head pitifully, looking obviously weak.