Chapter 217 Inverting the Warmth of My Heart (6)

Tang Nuan on the phone probably saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, so she asked again: "Do you have anything to do with Qin Yinan?"

Although Song Qingchun couldn't accept such a situation, just when she wanted to ask Tang Nuan, "Can you call Brother Yinan to answer the phone?", she heard a sound from her mobile phone that sounded like the bathroom door was being opened. Voice: "Tang Nuan, where are the towels?"

"Immediately." Tang Nuan replied two words, and she threw the phone on the bed, and then Song Qingchun heard footsteps, probably Tang Nuan went to deliver a towel to Qin Yinan, sending out fine hair towels sound.

Through the phone, she couldn't see the situation over there, so she didn't know who took the initiative. All in all, later, through the howling wind in the middle of the mountain, she heard the ambiguity of kissing and Tang Nuan's light panting on the phone. sound came...

Song Qingchun felt that her throat was blocked by something, and it was extremely sore. She opened her mouth and wanted to make a sound, but in the end she just moved her lips silently, then took the phone from her ear, and pressed it hard. broken.

When Song Cheng died, he was in the army, not by her side, and she carried it alone.

Now that he came back, he said that he would give her all the kindness Song Cheng had shown her, but when she needed him most, he was by another woman's side.

Her thoughts of bringing the dead back to life hadn't yet formed into a confession, and she was once again brutally and mercilessly beaten away.

Song Qingchun held back the tears in her eyes, called her sister-in-law, but no one answered, and then she called the landline at home, but she couldn't get through. Song Qingchun tried many times, but to no avail.

In this world, the only people she could ask for help were them, but at this moment, she had no one to rely on.

Her dream since childhood was to be intimate with other women, and she couldn't get in touch with her family... Also, the elder brother who seemed to hate her but loved her the most was killed...

In one day, these two accidents really exceeded the psychological load that Song Qingchun could bear.

She had never felt so alone, as if the whole world had abandoned her.

When she didn't know how many times she dialed the phone at home, but still no one answered, she finally couldn't help but squatted on the desolate mountain road, broke down and cried out in despair.

She knew very well in her heart that all these years, the dream that she had dragged along and was reluctant to let go finally made her give up completely today.

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Cheng Qingcong noticed that Su Zhinian was particularly absent-minded about dinner tonight, and would glance at the time from time to time, as if hesitating about something.

With the experience of causing trouble in the company, Cheng Qingcong really didn't have the guts to talk too much, so he kept silent all the time.

After eating, paying the bill, and returning to the car, Cheng Qingcong asked, "President Su, where are we going now?"

When Su Zhinian heard these words, his eyes suddenly dimmed. He pursed his lips and said, "The company."

The car started, and after driving not far, Su Zhinian suddenly said, "That..."

He stopped after saying two words, as if he was struggling with something in his heart.

He should call Song Qingchun to hear whether her tone is happy or sad, and then he can know whether her confession was a success or a failure, but he needs an excuse... It's just a moment, Su Zhi Nian thought of an excuse, then took out the phone from his pocket, and called Song Qingchun.