Chapter 29 The One She Loves Is Back (9)

Song Qingchun stood downstairs in a daze for a long time, for a long time, until her legs were numb, she blinked slowly as if she had made a decision, then turned around slowly, and walked towards up the stairs.

Song Qingchun walked very slowly, but it took her five minutes to reach the second floor with only a dozen steps.

The sunlight happened to come in through the window, making the corridor golden. Song Qingchun stared at the door of the study room 20 meters away for about half a minute, and finally walked over.

The door of the study room was closed tightly, and there was no movement from inside. The 300-square-meter villa was eerily quiet, and Song Qingchun could even hear his own heartbeat.

This door is a choice.

Song Qingchun clenched her fists tightly, as if she was thinking and struggling for the last time, but this time, as if she was afraid that she would regret it at any time, she raised her hand and knocked on the door without contemplating for long.

About five seconds after the knock on the door settled, Su Zhinian's unique plain voice came from the study: "Come in."

Song Qingchun quietly pushed open the door, took a look inside, and saw Su Zhinian sitting at the desk, typing on the computer with a very focused expression.

Song Qingchun walked to the desk holding his breath.

Su Zhinian seemed to be fully focused by the computer, and he didn't raise his head to pay attention to Song Qingchun in front of him.

Song Qingchun waited for a while, then said, "President Su."

Su Zhinian's eyes were still fixed on the computer screen, his expression didn't change much, he just gave a vague "Yes", and then continued to tap on the keyboard with his fingertips quickly.

Song Qingchun didn't disturb Su Zhinian any more.

The study was extremely quiet, only the faint sound of Su Zhinian typing on the keyboard could be heard from time to time.

Song Qingchun was a little bored waiting, so he couldn't help raising his eyes, and looked at Su Zhinian quietly.

He was wearing a very simple white shirt with slightly rolled cuffs, revealing a white and sexy wrist, with slender and beautiful fingers typing on the keyboard.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, passing through the window warmly, hitting his body just right, outlining his white shirt with a golden outline, making him look extra deep.

Song Qingchun really wanted to find some flaws in him, but no matter how picky she was, her pickiness eventually turned into admiration.

She is a reporter, and she has interviewed many picturesque stars on the screen, but she has never seen a person, from temperament to facial features to skin, who is better than him.

She still had to admit that his perfection was too unreal.

Song Qingchun somehow thought of a sentence that a netizen said when they commented on a photo of Su Zhinian: Where there is him, the scenery is picturesque.

At that time, when she saw this sentence, she sneered a little, thinking that the netizens were too blind, and it was obviously because of the good selection of the scene that the stunning effect was achieved.

But now, she realized that it was not an exaggeration, but a fact.

This man is born with an ability, as long as he appears in a place, he can be picturesque.

Because he is a painting in itself, it is not the scenery that complements him, but that he embellishes the scenery.

When Song Qingchun's feet were sore, Su Zhinian finally took his eyes off the computer. He glanced at Song Qingchun, leaned back to the office chair behind him, and asked calmly, "Have you thought about it?"