During the whole dinner process, Song Qingchun was like a very little maid, standing in front of the table inch by inch, waiting until Su Zhinian's bowl was filled with no soup, and adding it immediately when there was no food.

When Su Zhinian was on the way to eat, he was expected to pass Song Qingchun, as soon as the girl came into contact with his sight, he immediately lowered his head, he stared at her for a while, and finally didn't say the words that came to his mouth, and continued to turn his head, eating silently, letting her stand aside and watch him eat.

Su Zhinian finished dinner, did not stop for a moment, left the restaurant directly, and turned into the bathroom on the side.

When Su Zhinian came out after rinsing his mouth, he glanced into the restaurant and saw Song Qingchun alone, sitting alone at the huge dining table, hanging his head and eating the leftover scraps of his cold burn.

On weekdays, he sits at the table alone and eats, and he doesn't feel empty.

Maybe it was because she was too thin, he actually felt a little pitiful for her.

Su Zhinian stood stunned for a while before turning to leave.

Song Qingchun finished eating, cleaned up the kitchen and dining room, and then carefully walked to the living room with the cut fruit plate.

The TV was still on and an advertisement was being broadcast, Su Zhinian held a document in his hand, but he didn't look at it, but looked sideways at the window, as if he was thinking about something, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Song Qingchun put the fruit plate on the coffee table and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Su, fruit." ”

Su Zhinian's long eyelashes flickered twice, then he slowly turned his head, nodded at Song Qingchun with an indifferent expression, and returned his attention to the document in his hand.

The room was very quiet, except for the faint sound coming from the TV, only the occasional sound of Su Zhinian flipping through the paper in his hand.

Su Zhinian didn't look at the document for long, and turned his head to the window again.

The lights are on in the room, and the windows are like mirrors, clearly reflecting the scene in the house.

He saw Song Qingchun leaning against a wall far away from him, with his head down, looking at his phone.

She should be chatting with someone, her fingers constantly pressing the phone screen, and the corners of her lips are hooked up with a smile from time to time.

She may have stood in one posture for too long, a little tired, when she changed her position, her head was raised, and her eyes happened to sweep to the window, Su Zhinian took a step ahead of her, turned her head quietly, gently flipped the document in her hand, and then stared at the dense black words on it for a while, and suddenly spoke, and said in a light voice: "Make a cup of coffee." ”

Maybe it was because the room had been quiet for too long, Su Zhinian suddenly came out with four words, which made Song Qingchun a little unable to react, she raised her head, stared at him in confusion for a while, and then realized "oh", stuffed the phone into her pocket, and entered the restaurant.

Song Qingchun walked up to Su Zhinian with coffee, and just wanted to bend over on the coffee table, but the man stretched out his hand at her.

Song Qingchun hurriedly handed the coffee cup to Su Zhinian's hand.

When Su Zhinian took the coffee cup, he inadvertently touched Song Qingchun's fingertips, Song Qingchun's hand trembled, and most of the coffee spilled and fell on Su Zhinian's trouser leg.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Su." Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian's face in horror, hurriedly put the coffee cup on the coffee table, took a paper towel, and wiped it off his leg.