Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Although it was only a short moment, the pain made her unable to breathe for a long time.

Is it her illusion? Has something happened just now? But why didn't she have any impression?

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Su Zhinian didn't deceive Song Qingchun. He couldn't go to the activities of Song's enterprise today. It's really something.

However, this matter was not a matter of the work that had been arranged before, but it was something he decided temporarily on the way home this morning when he drove Song Qingchun back home.

Su Zhinian didn't enter the house, but went directly to the early shop nearby, bought porridge and steamed buns and went home.

He had no appetite, only bought her copy, and placed it in the incubator. He was afraid she didn't know, and posted a note on the refrigerator door.

He took a bath, changed into a new suit, and put on his tie in front of the mirror before walking out of the bedroom.

Before going downstairs, he turned to her room, stood beside her sleeping bed for about ten minutes, left, went downstairs, and drove to the company.

It took about two hours to finally process all the unprocessed documents accumulated a while ago, and then summoned the company's top management to hold a three-hour meeting.

The meeting was over at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Holding a document, Cheng Qingcong followed Su Zhinian on the way back to the General Manager's Office and asked, "General Su, what are you going to have for lunch? Today's company cafeteria has done..."

Cheng Qingcong opened the iPad, and Su Zhinian interrupted her before registering for the dish name: "You see."

Then he pushed the door and entered the office.

For the sake of insurance, Cheng Qingchun chose Su Zhinian some of the most popular dishes he had in the company at this time.

Su Zhinian had lunch and yelled Cheng Qingcong to come in and clean up. Before she left, he said, "I will go out next time. You will put the documents directly in my office, and I will come over at night."

"Yes, President Su."

After Cheng Qingcong left, Su Zhinian sat on the office chair for about ten minutes, got up and put on his coat, took the car key, took the straight ladder, and went to the underground parking lot.

Su Zhinian drove for about an hour, and then turned into a police station. He parked the car, made a registration, and then a young policeman named Cha took him into a more intimate room.

"Mr. Su, the person you want to see is inside."

Su Zhinian nodded indifferently, then pushed open the door and walked in.

This is a room for temporary detention of prisoners. The light is not good, it gives a very gloomy feeling, plus there is no one to clean it well, and the smell inside is very unpleasant.

The courier brother who tried to kill Song Qingchun in the TW company was handcuffed and sat on a chair.

He only came in for more than twenty days. The man has lost weight for several laps. The beard has grown out and looks much older. However, the bruises on his face have not yet completely dissipated.

Su Zhinian glanced at the chair opposite the courier brother, and it was a little dirty. He frowned a little, and did not sit, but walked directly to the courier brother until his legs all touched his legs. Just stopped.

He was condescendingly looking at the courier brother, and immediately asked: "Are you a fan of summer?"

The courier brother was probably beaten by him last time, afraid that he would start again. When he heard his question, he nodded without any hesitation and said, "Yes."