Chapter 373 Good Night, I Love You (3)

Although it was only a short moment, the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe for a long time.

Is it her imagination? Did something happen just now? But why didn't she have the slightest impression?

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Su Zhinian didn't lie to Song Qingchun. He couldn't go to Song's company's activities today. Something really happened.

However, this matter was not a work matter that had been arranged before, but a temporary decision he made while driving Song Qingchun home this morning.

Su Zhinian did not enter the house, but walked directly to a nearby breakfast shop, bought porridge and steamed buns and took them home.

He had no appetite, so he only bought her portion and put it in the insulator. He was afraid that she wouldn't know, so he posted a note on the door of the refrigerator.

He took a shower, put on a new suit, tied his tie carefully in front of the mirror, and then walked out of the bedroom.

Before going downstairs, he turned to her room and stood beside her sleeping bed for about ten minutes. He left, went downstairs, and drove to the company.

It took about two hours to finally finish all the unprocessed documents that had accumulated a while ago, and then convened the company's senior management for a three-hour meeting.

The meeting ended at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Holding the documents in her arms, Cheng Qingcong followed Su Zhinian back to the general manager's office and asked, "Mr. Su, what do you want for lunch? The company's canteen made it today..."

Cheng Qingcong opened her iPad. Before she could tell her the name of the dish, Su Zhinian interrupted her: "Just watch."

Then he pushed open the door and entered the office.

Cheng Qingcong was on the safe side and chose some dishes for Su Zhinian that he had eaten the most in the company.

After Su Zhinian had lunch, he called Cheng Qingcong to come in and clean up. Before she left, he said, "I'm going out later. You can leave the files in my office and I'll come over to deal with them in the evening."

"Yes, Mr. Su."

After Cheng Qingcong left, Su Zhinian sat on the office chair for about ten minutes, got up, put on his coat, took the car keys, took the escalator and went to the underground parking lot.

Su Zhinian drove for more than an hour and turned into a police station. He parked the car and registered, and then a young policeman took him into a room near the back.

"Mr. Su, the person you want to see is inside."

Su Zhinian nodded indifferently, then opened the door and walked in.

This is a room where prisoners are temporarily held. The lighting is not good, giving people a very gloomy feeling. In addition, there is no one to clean it properly, and the smell inside is very unpleasant.

The courier boy who tried to kill Song Qingchun in TW Company was handcuffed and sat on a chair.

He has only been here for more than 20 days. He has lost a lot of weight, his beard has grown out, and he looks much older. However, the bruises on his face where he was beaten have not completely dissipated yet.

Su Zhinian glanced at the chair opposite the courier boy. It was a little dirty. He frowned in disgust and did not sit down. Instead, he walked directly in front of the courier boy until his legs touched his. Then he stopped.

He looked down at the courier boy and asked straight to the point: "Are you a fan of Xia Tian?"

The courier boy was probably afraid of being beaten by him last time and was afraid that he would do it again. When he heard his question, he nodded his head without any hesitation and said, "Yes."