Chapter 11 He Has Three Secrets (1)

"Song Qingchun, you are really courageous!"

"After I warned you, you dare to appear in front of me again and again!"

Song Qingchun's shoulders trembled slightly, and there was no other reaction. He just stood there with his eyes downcast, and asked to himself, "President Su, can we talk?"

"Talk?" Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun and squinted his eyes, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, with a bit of sarcasm on his face, and the words that came out of his mouth were still mean and sharp: "You think I said that Is it farting?"

"I don't even want to see you. Do you think I will have anything to talk to you about?"

When Su Zhinian was usually silent, he gave people a strong sense of oppression, but now he turned his face, and the aura overflowing from top to bottom was even more fierce, as if he could kill someone at any time.

Song Qingchun stood in front of him, looking calm and calm, but in fact, a layer of horror had already sprung up in her heart, and her tightly clenched palms were covered with a layer of wet sweat from fear. She tried her best to maintain her tone. Gentle: "Just a little bit of your time, okay?"

Su Zhinian did not speak, and did not even blink his eyes staring at Song Qingchun.

His gaze was so sharp that Song Qingchun's heart trembled when he saw it.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat tense.

This kind of stalemate was even more difficult for Song Qingchun than when Su Zhinian was angry just now.

In fact, Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun for only one minute, but this minute made Song Qingchun feel as if a century had passed.

When Song Qingchun was about to be overwhelmed, Su Zhinian moved his body suddenly and leaned against the sofa behind him, his eyes still fixed on Song Qingchun, and the tone of his words, the hostility had not completely subsided: " You stopped me in the company last time, what did you say to me?"

Su Zhinian raised his hand, nodded his head, as if he was thinking about something, and then said, "Let me give you five minutes? Right?"

The topic before and after Su Zhinian changed too quickly, and Song Qingchun couldn't keep up with the rhythm. He froze for a moment, and said to Su Zhinian, "Huh? What five minutes?"

Su Zhinian didn't answer Song Qingchun's words, and continued to speak slowly: "Or did I remember wrong? It wasn't five minutes, was it four minutes? Three minutes? Or two minutes?..."

Song Qingchun immediately realized when Su Zhinian said this.

Is this the rhythm of him agreeing to talk to her?

"It's five minutes." Song Qingchun's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, and she hurriedly said, interrupting Su Zhinian: "The last time I told you was to give me five minutes."

"Okay, I'll give you five minutes." Su Zhinian put his arms on the armrest of the sofa, put his hands on his head, and put on a relaxed look.

I don't know if it was because Su Zhinian was too difficult to get in touch with before, but at this moment, she suddenly agreed to have a talk, which made Song Qingchun's brain panic a bit. All the drafts she had prepared before were forgotten in an instant. There was silence in front of Nian for a while, without opening his mouth to say a word.

Su Zhinian was not in a hurry, and just waited calmly. His other hand tapped the glass coffee table rhythmically, making a crisp sound, and after a while, he said, "How about you?" Four minutes left."