Chapter 105 Impulsive Kiss (5)

Brother Yinan... When Su Zhinian heard these three words, he stopped pressing the remote control.

This is the first time she asked him for leave since she lived in his villa, right?

The first time I asked for leave... It was for Qin Yinan... Su Zhinian's eyes were slightly cold.

Song Qingchun waited for a while, and saw that Su Zhinian just stared at the TV screen without any reaction, so he said again: "Mr. Su, is it okay?"

As if Su Zhinian didn't hear her voice, he continued to stare at the TV screen without blinking.

The room fell into silence. Just as Song Qingchun was hesitating whether to ask Su Zhinian again, the man's head suddenly turned, and his eyes slowly moved to her.

His eyes were very calm, without the slightest ups and downs, just looking at her so steadily, his eyes were clearly devoid of any emotion, but Song Qingchun felt that there seemed to be a lot of things she didn't understand hidden in his eyes discourse.

Su Zhinian stared at her for a long time without making a sound. Song Qingchun became more and more nervous, and his palms were covered with sweat.

Just when Song Qingchun felt that it was hopeless for him to ask for leave, Su Zhinian's precious lips finally moved: "How many hours of leave?"

Is this the rhythm of his vacation?

There was a gleam of light in Song Qingchun's eyes, and his curved eyelashes blinked at Su Zhinian several times before his brain began to turn slightly. The banquet started at 8:30, and it would probably end at 11:30. But she has to go out at eight o'clock...

"Four..." Before Song Qingchun could finish his sentence, he changed his words again: "Three hours..."

She paused for a while, and continued to add a tone of primary and secondary after being a little undecided: "... right?"

The light in her eyes was like a sharp knife, piercing Su Zhinian's heart with pain.

She really wants to attend Qin Yinan's banquet, right? That's why his eyes lit up so brightly when he asked her how many hours off she was going to take.

Su Zhinian turned away subconsciously, avoiding Song Qingchun's sight, and pursed her lips forcefully.

His behavior made Song Qingchun feel the heavy pressure like a mountain. As if she was afraid of Su Zhinian's repentance, she hurriedly said again: "Mr. Su, if three hours is a bit too much, then two and a half hours... No, two hours is fine..."

Seeing that Su Zhinian was still unmoved, Song Qingchun gritted his teeth secretly, and said with a bit of compromise: "That one and a half hours...Mr. Su, one and a half hours is the least. It will take an hour..."

"Twelve o'clock." Su Zhinian interrupted Song Qingchun suddenly.

"Huh?" Song Qingchun paused in confusion, and looked at Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian firmly grasped the remote control in his hand, and said in a flat tone, "I must go home before twelve o'clock tonight!"

twelve o'clock?

It's still ten minutes to seven o'clock, that is to say, he granted her five hours' leave?

A look of disbelief flashed across Song Qingchun's face, and then, as if he had won the lottery, he said with great joy, "Thank you, Mr. Su!"

Song Qingchun didn't mind Su Zhinian's ignorance of him, and said with a smile, "Mr. Su, what do you want to eat tonight?"