Chapter 431 Wrong Text Message Sent by Mistake (1)

She can't help but smile when she hears something good, and frowns when she hears something bad.

Sometimes there are others around her, and she will inevitably be asked: "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, smiled slightly, and replied, "It's okay."

Then she continued to talk and laugh with her friends or walked away as if nothing was really wrong, but no one knew. Every time such a situation occurred, she would always ask herself in her heart, what happened to her?

But later, Song Qingchun still met Su Zhinian.

Only once though.

That day, she was very busy at work. She had just finished a meeting in the morning, grabbed a piece of bread for lunch, and hurriedly drove to the golf course in the eastern suburbs with her assistant to interview a movie star who had just returned from winning a grand award abroad.

The weather that day was exceptionally good, with blue sky and white clouds, bright sunshine, and the air seemed to be still, without even a breeze.

When she arrived, the actor also happened to arrive. There were still ten minutes left before the agreed interview time, but she still started early. When she arrived, it ended twenty-five minutes earlier than expected. There was still plenty of time. Song Qingchun Suggest the actor to shoot some short videos.

This movie king has won awards for several years in a row, but he has no airs and is very easy-going. After hearing Song Qingchun's request, he directly asked his agent to find a sportswear to change into, and cooperated with Song Qingchun very patiently. I suggested taking a few short videos.

After filming the last video on the golf course, Song Qingchun shook hands with the actor and said goodbye.

As she and her assistant were walking on the soft grass toward the parking lot, a golf ball flew to her feet.

She stopped for a moment in fright, and just as she bent down to pick up the golf ball, her name came in front of her: "Song Qingchun?"

She raised her head in confusion and saw Tang Nuo, wearing a black sportswear, standing about two meters away from her with a golf club.

"It's really you..." Tang Nuo walked in, picked up the towel hanging around his neck, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "What a coincidence."

"What a coincidence." Song Qingchun raised the golf ball in his hand: "Is it yours?"

"Yes." Tang Nuo responded, as if he was afraid that others would think his skills were poor, and then added: "I was just joking around, but I accidentally used too much force and flew far away..."

Song Qingchun pursed her lips and smiled. As soon as she handed the golf ball to Tang Nuo, she heard a familiar cold voice not far away: "Did you find the ball?"

Song Qingchun's fingertips instinctively trembled slightly, and the golf ball almost fell to the ground. She barely managed to steady her strength and slowly handed it into Tang Nuo's hand, then turned her head and looked at the source of the sound.

This time, no less than last time, she could see him more clearly at night.

He wore the same style of sportswear as Tang Nuo, but it was white. He didn't hold anything in his hands, he put it leisurely in his pockets, and he also had a baseball cap on his head.

Compared with the serious suits and leather shoes he usually wears, this kind of dress makes him look younger and more energetic.

He still had that expressionless facial expression, his brows were clear and his expression was dull.

Under the bright sunshine, his already fair skin looked like white jade without any flaws.

He seemed to be a little thinner than the last time she saw him before she moved away from his house, and his chin was slightly pointed, but he was still stunningly beautiful.