Chapter 291 Is that Person You? (1)

So far, she has said goodbye eight times in succession. It’s okay to say goodbye eight times without saying goodbye. She has also talked so much nonsense, but in the end, not a single sentence has reached the point...

When Su Zhinian heard the end, he couldn't bear to listen anymore. He looked at Song Qingchun, who had a frustrated look on his face and half-closed the car door, and called her name: "Qingchun."

"Huh?" Song Qingchun opened the car door a little and stuck his head in.

The expression on Su Zhinian's face was very calm, and his tone was the same as his expression: "In the afternoon, I made an appointment with a client to discuss cooperation at the club in front. You can wait for me after get off work and I will take you home."

Song Qingchun nodded at him happily as if she had won a lottery. Her dark eyes seemed to be able to speak, flashing at him constantly, as if there was light flowing: "Okay."

Su Zhinian felt faintly dizzy under her gaze. He looked away, nodded lightly, and then heard her say "goodbye" to him for the ninth time, and then, This time we finally met again, and then again, because of Su Zhinian's words, I'll take you home by the way, he got a new nickname, Driver Su.

For the sake of life safety, Song Qingchun wished that Su Zhinian could take him to and from get off work every day.

Su Zhinian was worried about Song Qingchun's life safety and wished he could stay by her side twenty-four hours a day.

One was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer. Su Zhinian legitimately started his life of driving Song Qingchun to and from get off work every day.

Su Zhinian kept Song Qingchun by his side for a hundred days, just to give himself more memories about her. After that, he didn't have too many extravagant hopes.

His relationship with Song Qingchun had reached the point of taking her to and from get off work, which was beyond his expectation.

He always thought that this was the limit of how close his relationship with her could be.

But he didn't expect that within a week, what he thought was the limit would be exceeded.

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It was February 23rd, and there were only sixteen days left before the contract he signed with her expired.

At this time, Song Qingchun no longer used her cell phone every night to mutter about how many days she would have until she could completely escape from him.

But at this time, when Su Zhinian wrote in his diary every night, he would say, "How many days will it take for him and her to be separated?"

On the morning of that day, Su Zhinian sent Song Qingchun to the company as usual, and then watched her enter the office building before driving to the nearest club. His secretary Cheng Qingcong had already held the documents and was waiting for him. In the box that I have been using frequently for the past few months.

As soon as Song Qingchun arrived at the company, she was called to the station director's office. When she came out, it was already eleven o'clock. The assistant came to her and excitedly told her that a piece of news she had recently followed had been revealed. She passed by the tea room. While there, Song Qingchun saw Tang Nuan and Qin Yinan sitting inside.

While listening to the assistant's report, she smiled and nodded at Qin Yinan, then took advantage of the gap between the assistant's words to shout "Brother Yinan" and walked towards her office.

When she was approaching the door of the office, a colleague called her: "Song Qingchun, come and sign for your express delivery."

Song Qingchun motioned to the assistant to wait a moment, then turned around and saw a courier boy wearing an SF Express jacket standing at the elevator door.