Su Zhinian stepped into the elevator, and the waiter asked politely: "Sir, what floor are you going to?" ”

Su Zhinian replied lightly: "The first floor." ”

The waiter nodded at Su Zhinian with a smile, stretched out his hand and pressed "1", and then pressed the close button of the elevator.

The heavy metal door slowly closed and descended, and when he reached the fifth floor, Su Zhinian suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ears, it was Song Qingchun's voice, a very low moan.

Su Zhinian's eyebrows furrowed fiercely, and he tried his best to listen, but he couldn't hear Song Qingchun's voice anymore, Su Zhinian hurriedly raised his left hand and pressed "4" several times quickly and hard.

The elevator reached the fourth floor, stopped, the elevator door opened, and Su Zhinian stood in the elevator, motionless.

The waiter turned his head a little puzzled, and said with a light smile: "Sir, do you want to ......?"

"Don't talk!" Su Zhinian opened his mouth suddenly, and interrupted the waiter's words in a stern and unceremonious tone.

The waiter paused, and subconsciously took a step back.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Su Zhinian's ears heard Song Qingchun's weak voice again: "It hurts...... Hmmm......"

Su Zhinian quickly stretched out his hand and pressed the close button.

The elevator went down to the first floor, and Su Zhinian didn't wait for the waiter to speak, so he left quickly.

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Song Qingchun squatted beside Su Zhinian's car, his hand covering his lower abdomen hard, and his mouth let out a low and weak cry of pain from time to time.

The damp wind after the snow was blowing violently, with a biting cold, and her body was constantly shrinking and shivering.

When she was in high school, she had dysmenorrhea because of cold, and later Song Menghua found an old Chinese medicine doctor and prescribed Chinese medicine for her pulse, and it took a long time to remove the problem.

Counting, this is about four or five years, she has not had any pain in menstruation, it may be that she has been freezing outside recently, and today she has been standing in the snow for so long, and the cold in her body has worsened, resulting in her near menstruation, tonight, her lower abdomen suddenly swelled and hurt.

The pain became more and more acute, and she almost fainted from the pain.

Song Qingchun didn't know how long she could hold on, but no matter what, she had to wait until Su Zhinian......

Another gust of wind blew, rolling up the residual snow, and sprinkled on Song Qingchun's body one after another, some snowflakes ran down her neck and fell into her clothes, and her body couldn't help but curl up even more in the cold.

When Song Qingchun's pain was a little trance-like, suddenly a low voice came from his head: "What are you doing squatting here?" ”

Song Qingchun subconsciously opened her eyes, a pair of black male leather shoes jumped into her eyes, she paused, then hurriedly raised her head, and saw Su Zhinian wearing a black coat, standing in front of her with one hand in her pocket, looking down at herself condescendingly.

She finally waited for him......

Song Qingchun cheered up, endured the sharp pain in her lower abdomen, stood up tremblingly, and when she was about to stand up straight, another cold wind blew, and her lower abdomen was followed by a piercing pain, making her legs tremble, and she almost fell to the ground.

She hurriedly stretched out her hand and held Su Zhinian's car door.

She looked at Su Zhinian, her face was pale and a little scary: "Mr. Su, I'm waiting for you, I'm coming to you, or I hope you can consider taking over the Song family's business......"