Song Qingchun pretended to be very generous while thinking about it, shook his head politely at Su Zhinian, and said, "The evening newspaper is only one dollar, no need!" ”

Su Zhinian wanted to buy the evening newspaper, but she heard her whispering to herself in the room for a long time, so she thought of a way to give her money.

Who knows, his kindness was misinterpreted by her, saying that he was stingy and stingy, and that he would take back the change!

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun, who obviously wanted to take the hundred yuan, but wanted to pretend that he didn't want it at all, for a while, and then when Song Qingchun was about to take the money, his fingertips suddenly increased his strength, and he snatched the money out of her hand first, then stuffed it back into his wallet, rummaged in it for a long time, and finally touched his pocket, found a coin, put it in Song Qingchun's palm, and said a very kind word in a very light tone: "Thank you." ”

Song Qingchun stared at the yuan in her palm, her eyes were round and wide, her expression changed several times in just half a minute, and then it took a lot of effort to reluctantly squeeze out a bright smile that was more ugly than crying: "Mr. Su, just one dollar, I really don't need it......"

Saying that, Song Qingchun wanted to return the one yuan to Su Zhinian.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't pay too much attention to her at all, and directly turned around and walked back to the sofa, sitting down elegantly.

Song Qingchun stood in place for a moment before he came back to his senses completely, said to Su Zhinian, "Then I'll go", and then walked out of the room sullenly.

At the moment when the door closed, Su Zhinian clearly heard Song Qingchun's voice coming from the corridor like a machine gun.

"Can anyone tell me, what the hell is this? A dollar? Is Sue Pervert sending Hanako? ”

"It turns out that he is not just stingy! Miserly! Rather stingy, rather stingy! ”

"A big president, even giving only one dollar? He's too embarrassed to get his hands on it? ”

"Ahhh

"Slam the door! It's too picky! One dollar, one dollar, Su Zhinian, you will directly change your name to Su Yiyuan! Su Yiyuan! Su Yiyuan! ”

Su Zhinian sat elegantly on the sofa, listening to Song Qingchun's crazy voice, thinking that when she received a piece of money from herself, her expression changed from shock, to stunned, and then to stunned, the corners of her lips couldn't help but hook up again, and then she chuckled lowly.

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When Song Qingchun returned to the room with a pack of pads and an evening newspaper, Su Zhinian had just taken a shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, and sat on the sofa with his hair half-wet, watching TV.

The depression in Song Qingchun's heart has not disappeared, but the tone of his speech to Su Zhinian is very well-behaved: "Mr. Su, your evening newspaper." ”

"Hmm." Su Zhinian didn't take his eyes off the TV, took the hand of the remote control, lit the coffee table, and motioned for Song Qingchun to put it there.

Song Qingchun put down the newspaper in a proper manner: "Then I'll go take a bath." ”

Su Zhinian nodded, and the moment Song Qingchun turned to leave, he suddenly called out to her: "Wait a minute." ”

Song Qingchun turned his head in confusion, and then saw Su Zhinian handing him a bag.