Chapter 3 The Tsundere God Lives in My House (3)

Su Zhinian frowned slightly. Before anyone could react, Song Qingchun walked up to him on high heels, "Su Zhinian."

Few people in the company dare to call the president by his name directly, let alone a woman. The senior executives following Su Zhinian couldn't help but put on a somewhat inquiring look on their faces, staring at Song Qingchun carefully. looked up.

Song Qingchun felt a little uncomfortable being scrutinized by those eyes, but he still tried his best to keep calm on his face. He opened a pair of dark eyes, looked at Su Zhinian and said again: "Su Zhinian, can you..."

Song Qingchun only said a few words, but was interrupted by Su Zhinian's cold voice: "Miss, may I know you well enough to call you by your first name?"

Song Qingchun opened her mouth and stared at Su Zhinian's expressionless and indifferent face for a while. She thought that last night, Su Zhinian kicked herself out of the house without even giving her a chance to speak. So, he took a step back, bowed respectfully to Su Zhinian, and said politely and distantly: "Mr. Su, hello, my name is Song Qingchun, can you give me ten minutes?" ?"

"No." Su Zhinian threw the word to Song Qingchun bluntly, then walked away from her and walked out the door.

She has looked for him many times, most of them either didn't see anyone, or they couldn't talk when they saw him. Last night, two people were finally left alone, and he kicked him out of the house. Now that he left like this, she didn't know When will I have the chance to talk to him again...

Song Qingchun instinctively raised his hand and took Su Zhinian's hand.

His palms are dry and warm, unlike his people who are cold and indifferent.

When Song Qingchun touched Su Zhinian's hand, his fingertips trembled, as if he was about to let go, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he continued to hold his hand tightly. I don't know if it was because he was holding him. Because of her hand, her voice trembled when she spoke: "Just ten minutes... If it doesn't work, five minutes is fine..."

Su Zhinian still ignored what Song Qingchun said, but lowered his eyelids condescendingly, and looked at her tightly holding his hand, his eyes seemed a little frozen.

Su Zhinian's silence and lack of dodge made Song Qingchun calm down a little: "President Su, can you take a moment to talk? I came to you today because I want to chat with you about business..."

"Not interested." Su Zhinian came back to his senses in an instant, and before Song Qingchun finished speaking, he refused coldly, then continued to glance at Song Qingchun's hand holding her, pursed his lips slightly, and then directly pressed his hand vigorously Withdrew his hand.

Su Zhinian's strength was a bit strong, and Song Qingchun, who was wearing high heels, was a little unsteady. She followed his strength and rushed forward. Fortunately, the security guard at the side stretched out his hand quickly and held her arm. She didn't fall.

In the next second, Su Zhinian shot his aggressive gaze at the security guard: "I paid you to come here not as a display, don't put all the messy people in the company!"

The security guard was a little baffled by the training, but he dared to let go of Song Qingchun's arm in a hurry, stood up obediently, and said respectfully to Su Zhinian: "Yes."