Chapter 457 Her Proactive Approach (7)

She didn't feel much at that time, she just felt that he was very busy and could sometimes talk for an hour or two on the phone... But now, listening to his faintly familiar tone, she missed him extremely deep in her heart.

Often when he was busy, she would entertain herself, either running in the gym, or lying on the sofa watching TV series... That was life. In fact, if you think about it carefully, it was very monotonous and boring, but she didn't know Why, now I actually want to relive the good old days at that time.

A faint feeling of loneliness surged into Song Qingchun's chest. She stood at the door of the study for a long time. It wasn't until Su Zhinian hung up the phone that she raised her hand and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." Su Zhinian's simple voice soon came from inside.

Song Qingchun opened the door and as soon as she walked in, she saw Su Zhinian dialing another number. Probably because he really had some urgent matters for the company to deal with, he pointed at her and pointed at the sofa where he hadn't told her to sit down. , the call was answered, and he had no choice but to gesture to her to wait, and then started to say something about shares, profit amount, and the like.

Song Qingchun did not disturb Su Zhinian, and sat on the sofa obediently. His eyes looked around Su Zhinian's study, and then he settled on Su Zhinian's reflection on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

His sitting posture is very elegant, with one hand holding the phone and the other hand clicking the mouse from time to time, as if he is busy with two tasks.

When she lived at his house before, she never looked for him when Su Zhinian was busy.

She clearly remembered one time when she was playing a game and couldn't pass the level, so she came to him for help with her computer. At that time, just like now, he was video chatting with a foreigner. In fact, he was only five years old at the time. Minutes, but she was extremely impatient while sitting on the sofa waiting.

But today, she was also sitting on the sofa, but she had some hope that he could keep calling him until the end of the day, so that she could stay in his home for a long time.

No matter how much Song Qingchun hoped, Su Zhinian finally hung up the call.

Su Zhinian put down the phone and typed on the keyboard with both hands for about a minute. Then he leaned on the seat, raised his hand, and rubbed the painful forehead. After a moment, he looked at Song Qingchun. : "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Song Qingchun shook her head at Su Zhinian, even though she didn't want to say goodbye anymore, she started to twitch the corners of her lips at Su Zhinian and said, "It's getting late, I have to go."

"Wait a moment." Su Zhinian put down the slender fingers that were resting on the center of his eyebrows, touched the confusion in Song Qingchun's eyes, and explained quietly: "Your clothes haven't been dried yet."

Song Qingchun blinked and then thought that before he went upstairs, he seemed to hear a rumbling sound on the first floor, but he didn't pay attention to what the sound was. It turned out to be a washing machine... He helped her with her dirty clothes. Has she washed it?

Song Qingchun didn't know what she was happy about, but all in all, her heart suddenly became sweet and warm.

She said "Oh", the corners of her lips couldn't help but curved, and then she said, "Thank you."

Su Zhinian said "hmm", said nothing, and did not continue working.

While Song Qingchun looked at him quietly, he secretly thought in his heart: Is he finished with work?