Song Qingchun asked, squatting in front of the coffee table, holding the wine bottle and pouring wine for the two cups, and then pushed one of them in front of Su Zhinian: "It's not interesting to chat dryly, let's drink some wine, don't mind?" ”

Su Zhinian frowned, staring at the red liquid in front of him, and after a moment slowly shook his head.

Song Qingchun picked up the goblet in front of him and raised it at Su Zhinian: "I'll toast you first, thank you for coming to pick me up." ”

After speaking, Song Qingchun took the lead in raising his head, took a big sip, and then put down the wine glass and stared at Su Zhinian.

Her dark eyes, as if asking him why he didn't drink, didn't she accept her gratitude?

Su Zhinian hesitated for a moment before picking up the goblet in front of him, pretending to look the same, taking a sip, then putting down the wine glass, then clearing his throat, and asked knowingly: "Why did you remember to run to the northern suburbs of the city today?" ”

In fact, he knew that she was going to find Qin Yinan, but she didn't know that he knew, she said that she wanted to chat with him, so he followed her words and picked up.

Speaking of this, Song Qingchun's expression suddenly became a little lonely, she picked up her wine glass, swallowed a large sip of red wine, and then opened her mouth a little lowly, and replied: "I'll go find Brother Yinan." ”

"Is there anything urgent? Do you have to go all this way to find him? In fact, he also knew that she went to Qin Yinan to confess.

"Yes, there is an emergency, a very urgent matter." Song Cheng didn't commit suicide, but he killed him, how could it not be urgent?

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes and covered the gloom under his eyes.

Confession is indeed a very anxious matter for her who likes him.

Su Zhinian didn't know how to answer for a while, and was silent for a long time, and finally just said "um" softly.

Thinking of Song Cheng, Song Qingchun also fell silent, she stared at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and her eyes turned red little by little.

Su Zhinian saw that the atmosphere froze, and turned around twice with the goblet in his hand, just about to find a new topic, Song Qingchun, who was sitting on his left, suddenly picked up her glass of red wine, and drank it without blinking his eyes.

She lowered her glass heavily, and looked sideways at him, with a mist in her eyes.

Some people say that when you are sad, it will be much easier to find someone to vent out.

In fact, she knew that the relationship between her and Su Zhinian was not as friendly as she imagined, but she needed someone too much to talk to her.

No one knows how many twists and turns she has experienced in her heart today, she is sad and helpless, she really wants to find someone to talk to, but the person she wants to find the most is not the person she confides in, so she can only hold back, keep holding back, hold it until now, she finally can't hold it back.

"I ......" Song Qingchun just said one word, then stopped, she seemed to be struggling with something, and finally made up her mind, and asked again: "...... Do you know why I'm looking for Brother Enan? ”

Su Zhinian didn't make a sound, but his fingers holding the red wine glass secretly began to exert force.

He knew that what she was going to say next would definitely be a confession.

Song Qingchun really doesn't want to care too much, her world is icy and snowy, she is like being abandoned by the whole world, isolated, she has never been so eager to have someone to listen to, so eager to find someone to vent.