Chapter 372 Good Night, I Love You (2)

"Remember to develop the habit of carrying an umbrella, so as not to get soaked every time..."

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He had never been a talkative person, and he always thought that even if he had to ask her, he would not say so many words.

But now that he opened his mouth, he realized that he had so many worries.

She is not stupid, on the contrary, she is more independent than many girls and can take care of herself, but in his eyes, she is just stupid and makes him worry all the time.

When Su Zhinian said the last word, his voice began to tremble slightly. With red eyes, he buried his head into the crook of her neck harder, then held her in his arms and stood quietly for a while. He slowly pulled her out of his arms.

He stared at her face, raised his slender white hand, and touched her face. With greed, affection, and caution, he slowly, gently, and inch by inch traced it with his fingertips. Everywhere on her cheek.

He stared at her eyes without blinking, as if he wanted to remember her appearance that had already been engraved in his bones and blood over and over again.

His fingertips finally stopped at the corner of her lips, and his gentle eyes were filled with deep pain.

How he wished he could always stay with her like this, even if it was the same as before, without her knowing anything about it...

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and after a moment, he quickly pulled his hand away from her face.

Then her eyebrows and eyes were frozen by his control of consciousness, and her consciousness returned.

She tilted her head, with a slight smile on her lips, and finished her "huh?" question at him.

Su Zhinian's eyes returned to their usual coolness and indifference. He looked at her and said without any emotion, "Good night."

He called her, so he wanted to say good night to her?

Song Qingchun arched her eyebrows and spoke smartly: "Good night."

He looked at her flowery smile, and the corners of his lips could not help but raise, and then he said: "I have to go out to work at nine o'clock, so hurry up and go upstairs to rest for a while."

"Yes." Song Qingchun nodded and replied, "Same for you."

Su Zhinian nodded and said nothing.

Song Qingchun turned around and was about to run back into the house when he seemed to think of something and turned around and asked, "There seems to be an event at Song's Enterprise this afternoon. Are you going?"

"I have other things to do, so I might not be able to go."

She originally thought that if he went, he would take her there with him... Song Qingchun said "Oh" with some regret, and then pointed to the door of the house: "Then I'll go in first."

Su Zhinian said "hmm" and stood there, watching her figure disappear at the door. Hearing the sound of her running upstairs, he spoke again and said, "Tingting, good night."

It's good night, not good morning.

Good night to him, not good night.

His good night is wanan, I love you, love you.

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Song Qingchun returned to the bedroom and when he was taking off his clothes, he inadvertently touched the collar of his sweater, which was a little wet.

It was like some kind of liquid falling on it.

Strange... Was it foggy outside just now?

Song Qingchun frowned, and continued to rub her fingertips on the wet spot twice. Then she didn't know what was going on, but a sharp pain suddenly appeared in her heart.