The room became a little silent for a moment, Su Zhinian stood at the door of the study and did not move, his arms were still raised, and his hands maintained the posture of pinching Song Qingchun's chin just now.

He stood for a long time before turning around and entering the study, sitting down at his desk, and turning on the computer as if nothing had happened.

His expression was very calm from beginning to end, his fingers slid the mouse from time to time, and then crackled on the keyboard and typed a string of words quickly, but as he typed, he stopped somehow, raised his head and stared out the window for a while, and then his eyes fell on the sofa not far from the desk, where the document he had been reading frequently in the past few days was quietly placed.

Donno asked, what kind of document is this, and you've been staring at it all this time?

This document is the development information of Song's enterprise over the years.

This document, long before Donno gave it to him, he had already sorted it out.

Or rather...... This document had already been sorted out before Song Qingchun looked for him.

Donno also asked, why didn't you help her?

Oh, yes...... Why didn't he help her?

Because he's afraid...... He was afraid that after he helped her, he would never see her again.

However, he didn't help her, and he still won't see her again.

Before she left, he heard her voice clearly, and she gave up, giving up begging him for Song's business.

She has been looking for him for nearly a month in order to ask him for help...... In the bitter cold winter, she waited downstairs in his company for a month, and he only had to stand in front of the window and look down after work, and he could see her......

But from now on, he couldn't see her again.

Su Zhinian felt that he was thinking a little too much, so he slammed the computer shut and walked out of the study.

Su Zhinian returned to the bedroom, and when she entered the door, she saw her clothes, her bag, and her bed-on-the-top phone...... Feeling a bit of an eyesore, he rolled up her things and threw them off the balcony.

Last night, maybe it was because she was in the villa, he didn't sleep well in the guest room all night, Su Zhinian lay on the bed - wanted to make up for sleep, but last night she slept on the bed, stained with her breath, kept drilling into his nose, drilling made him upset and irritable, and finally suddenly lifted the quilt and went downstairs angrily.

Walking out of the villa, Su Zhinian glanced at the lawn on the side, and Song Qingchun's things were scattered all over the place.

He pursed his lips and stepped over, bending down to pick up her things in the same way.

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Song Qingchun walked a long distance before his mood calmed down.

She found that there were many people on the street looking at herself, she shivered coldly, and then reacted slowly, in the cold and deep winter, not only did she not wear a coat on the street, but she also did not wear shoes, and her feet, as early as I don't know when, were frozen and unconscious.

Song Qingchun stood on the side of the road, just about to stop a taxi, only to find that his bag and mobile phone were at Su Zhinian's house.

She turned her head to look in the direction of Su Zhinian's house, but finally didn't go back to get it.

Her mood, which had just improved, became low again.

When she returns home, how will she tell her father and sister-in-law that she will not move Su Zhinian?

Presumably my father would be sad to hear the news...... After all, Song's enterprise is his life's work......