Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment, only to notice that the skirt on his body was dirty and difficult to see.

No wonder so many people looked at her when she just went to the supermarket to buy something......

Song Qingchun's face turned red, so he took the skirt from Su Zhinian's hand, lowered his head and said a soft "um", turned around and stepped on the stairs, and ran upstairs.

……

When Song Qingchun moved out of Su Zhinian's house, he took almost all the clothes away, and Su Zhinian went upstairs to look for a long time before he found the biggest T-shirt, but no matter how big it was, it was only barely covered her buttocks when it was worn on Song Qingchun's body.

Song Qingchun stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and dragged it down several times before slowly walking downstairs.

Su Zhinian crossed his legs, sat on the sofa leisurely and was watching TV, heard her footsteps, raised his head by inertia, glanced at her body, and then his eyes were glued to her two white and slender long legs, and after a while, he forced himself to pull his gaze back, stood up without saying a word, and walked into the restaurant first.

Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun are still sitting in their original seats.

Probably due to habit, Song Qingchun served soup to Su Zhinian again, and handed him chopsticks and rice.

The two people at the dinner table never had any conversation, they were always silently eating their own food, but the two of them would look at each other from time to time, but when he looked at her, she was hanging her head to eat, and when she looked at him, he was drinking soup with his eyebrows down.

This kind of picture is very similar to the scene when she was in charge of his food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Except for the occasional crisp sound when the chopsticks touch the porcelain bowl, the whole restaurant is exceptionally quiet, but the atmosphere is not as awkward as when Su Zhinian's bedroom is quiet at noon, but there is still a touch of warmth and beauty.

After eating, Song Qingchun, as before, naturally began to clean up the table.

Su Zhinian was originally helping out, but when he was wiping the table with a rag, he inadvertently raised his head and swept through the open restaurant door to Song Qingchun, who was standing in front of the dishwasher.

She was half-bent, her T-shirt had been moved up a lot, and her hips were looming.

He stared at the picture for a long time before he realized what he was doing, and a faint red quickly appeared on his fair face.

He hurriedly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he obviously forced himself not to look in that direction again, but his eyes kept looking at where he was, aiming and aiming, and an indescribable impulse and heat began to roll rapidly from his body, making his breathing become a little heavy, and he was afraid that he would really go crazy if he stayed any longer, so he simply put down the rag and turned around and left the restaurant.

……

Song Qingchun came out of the restaurant, and it was already half past seven.

The TV in the living room was not turned off, and an advertisement for JDB was playing, but Su Zhinian was gone.

He left her to eat, she no longer lived in his villa, and at this time, she should say goodbye and leave.

Song Qingchun stood in the living room for a moment before taking steps and slowly going upstairs.

Su Zhinian's bedroom door was open, no one was inside, and Song Qingchun walked directly to the study.

Before he reached the door of the study, Song Qingchun heard Su Zhinian's low speech from inside.

Such a picture could not be more familiar......

When she used to live in his villa, she would hear him talking on the phone about work almost every night.