How many nicknames did she give him?

The person in the computer video suddenly stopped talking, paused for a long time, and then opened his mouth with some disbelief: "Oh my God, I read that right, right?" Mr. Su, you actually smiled? ”

Su Zhinian first said, "Huh? After a while, he turned his head to look at the mirror on the side, and through the mirror, he saw himself inside, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his expression was soft and unspeakable......

Su Zhinian seemed to have been clicked on the acupoint, and he was instantly frozen.

"I'm really not mistaken, you actually laughed......" The English that came from the computer again shocked Su Zhinian's mind, he didn't say a word, he directly raised his hand and closed the computer, and then stood up, stepping in front of the mirror in a hurry.

In the mirror, although his smile is not as obvious as just now, he can still vaguely recognize that he is laughing.

He stared at the mirror carefully for a long time before he raised his hand and touched his face.

His fingertips trembled terribly when he touched the corners of his slightly curled lips.

yes, he actually laughed...... Even he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't laughed......

Not to mention JONY, who just had a video with him, even if it was him, if he hadn't recognized it again and again, he would have thought that he was dazzled......

In fact, he didn't really want to make things difficult for her in every way.

It's just that since five years ago, after he drunk and slept with her, she longed for eternity and never had anything to do with him.

Even if she has to face him now for the sake of the Song family, she is as far away from him as she can in addition to doing her duty.

He just wanted to have some conversation with her...... But...... He didn't expect that she would make him laugh......

Song Qingchun...... Song Qingchun, that woman, how many surprises does that woman want to bring him...... Will you stop?

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Song Qingchun was already tired and collapsed after cleaning the first floor, she went up to the second floor, first cleaned the second bedroom where no one lived, and then went to the study next door.

Su Zhinian was no longer in front of the desk, but standing on the open-air balcony of the study.

The snow was still falling, he was wearing only a thin shirt, the cold wind blew, some snowflakes fell on him, but he didn't feel the cold at all, he didn't move.

Song Qingchun was lying on his stomach and mopping the floor, while glancing at Su Zhinian from time to time, and then couldn't help but secretly think in his heart: Standing outside, standing outside, it's still snowing, isn't it cold?

When Song Qingchun wiped half of the floor, he went to the bathroom to wash the rags, and when he came out again, Su Zhinian was still standing on the terrace and didn't come in.

Song Qingchun wiped the remaining half of the floor, and before leaving the study, she glanced at the terrace again, Su Zhinian still had no sign of entering the house, she hesitated, and finally didn't say anything, quietly closed the door of the study, and went to Su Zhinian's bedroom.

She slept in Su Zhinian's bedroom last night, and when she left in the morning, she didn't help him make the bed, and it was a mess.

Song Qingchun first hugged the quilt on the sofa beside him, laid out the sheets, and then picked up a pillow that he had kicked on the ground, placed it, and tidied up another pillow, but there was a corner similar to a book, which was exposed.

Song Qingchun pulled it out curiously, only to find that it was not a book, but a book.