Chapter 223 Don’t Even Give Me 100 Yuan (3)

Song Qingchun, who noticed the light, also turned his head, meeting Su Zhinian's eyes through the windshield.

The phone between him and her had already been disconnected due to lack of signal, but he was still holding the phone to his ear with one hand. The moment he collided with her eyes, because of the distance, the headlights were too dazzling , She even vaguely saw in a trance that his expression seemed to have become a little relaxed at that moment, and even the always calm and calm him seemed to move his mouth slightly because he was too nervous, as if he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qingchun thought he was hallucinating, blinked his eyes, and was about to take a closer look when Su Zhinian's car whizzed past her at an extremely fast speed, just like one of his people, taking her with him. A sharp, cold wind blows.

The car turned around not far ahead, followed by an emergency brake sound, the tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, and then the car stopped firmly in front of Song Qingchun.

The car door was pushed open, and Su Zhinian quickly got out of the car without even closing the door, and strode towards Song Qingchun in strides.

He got out of the car in a hurry, he didn't wear a shirt, he just wore a thin white shirt, the wind on the hillside was very strong, his hair was messed up, and his skin was flushed red by the cold wind .

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian's tall and straight figure walking towards him step by step, and his brain was a little dazed.

As he approached, the beating speed of her heart miraculously began to slow down a little bit, until when he stopped in front of her, the beating speed of her heart was completely still.

He was much taller than her, standing in front of her, almost shielding her from all the cold wind blowing on her face.

When he saw her red and swollen eyes from crying, he inadvertently frowned, and then he spoke in an indifferent voice: "Let's go."

History is always strikingly similar, just two simple words, but Song Qingchun's eyes turned red inexplicably, and the long-sleeping pictures scattered in his memory were completely awakened.

She remembered that Christmas in the year when he lived in Song's house, she ran all the way to find Qin Yinan, but returned sad, it was also such a cold winter night, she was penniless, alone at the Beijing airport Unable to go home, he just called home with the mentality of giving it a try, and then he rushed over...

At that time, he was not as calm and profound as he looks now, but his performance was exactly the same as today, he braked so urgently, walked towards her in a hurry without closing the car door, and stood in front of her , with an impatient look and a flat tone, even saying the same two words "Let's go".

At that time, she was still very young, and to him at that time, some were simply grateful, not like now, when she also experienced similar scenes, but her heart was rolling with uncontrollable emotion.

Seeing Song Qingchun staring at him without moving, Su Zhinian frowned again, and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

She still didn't make a sound, Su Zhinian's calm voice revealed a trace of tension: "Is there something uncomfortable?"

As Su Zhinian spoke, he raised his hand and touched Song Qingchun's head.

Song Qingchun came back to his senses, and shook his head at Su Zhinian: "I'm fine."

Then she lowered her eyelids to cover her panting eyes, paused for a moment, and spoke again in a thin, soft voice: "...Let's go back."