Chapter 352 Bad Premonition (2)

Women are always like this, no matter how bad their mood is, they will always be cured by buying and selling.

When Song Qingchun carried her big and small bags upstairs, she was still humming a brisk song, and she completely lost the depression she felt when she left home in the morning.

It was still early, so she sat cross-legged on the bed, unpacking today's trophies one by one, then arranged a good picture, took a photo and put it in the circle of friends, and then returned those things one by one.

After all this, it was already half past six. Song Qingchun washed her hands and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When he was busy, he didn't feel much. When he was done, Song Qingchun walked out of the kitchen and looked out the window at the completely dark night. The depression he felt when he left in the morning spread to his heart again.

The room was very quiet, and this quietness made her feel even worse.

She had been alone in such a big villa before, and she didn't feel anything was wrong. But today, when she looked at this magnificently decorated villa, she didn't like it.

She took the remote control and turned on the TV, which happened to be playing a costume drama that she had been following recently.

The TV show was obviously a plot she was looking forward to, but she couldn't get the slightest interest in watching it. In the end, she found the plot a bit boring.

She turned up the TV loudly, but she felt that the room seemed more deserted and unpleasant to the eyes than when it was quiet before.

Song Qingchun threw the remote control aside irritably, and then looked away from the TV. When he glanced at the grandfather clock, he realized that it was already half past eight.

It's half past eight, why isn't Su Zhinian going home?

As this thought flashed through her mind, she also realized why she found the villa unpleasant just now.

It's because he's not at home... In fact, a short time ago, when he was at home every day, he and she were having a cold war, and there was no communication between them... So whether he was there or not, it didn't matter to her, but why did she feel so What about unhappiness?

The more Song Qingchun thought about it, the more depressed she felt. She let out a long sigh of relief, then stood up, holding her cell phone, paying attention to the time, and started walking around the room.

It was eight forty, only ten minutes, but Song Qingchun felt that it was extremely long.

She didn't know what she was doing, but she clicked on Su Zhinian's WeChat account. She raised her hand and typed a sentence on it, but didn't send it out. She held her phone and continued walking around the room. When the minute hand was approaching fifty, Song Qingchun secretly gritted his teeth, held the phone in his hands, stared at the sentence he typed, looked at it for a moment, and then pressed the send button.

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Su Zhinian lay on the bed last night, listening to Song Qingchun tossing and turning in the next room, and couldn't sleep well all night.

When he was working in the morning, he couldn't calm down.

At first, he thought it was due to his decision to alienate Song Qingchun last night, but by noon, his heart began to panic, and the blood in his body became turbulent.

This kind of panic gave him a very bad premonition, as if it hinted that something big was about to happen.

He even carefully followed up on the recent situation of his company and Song Enterprises, and everything was running normally.

Not a company? What could that be?

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Su Zhinian thought of his mother.