Chapter 477 It Turns Out This Is Love (7)

Cheng Qingcong was so choked that she could only swallow the second half of the sentence. She stared at Su Zhinian without saying anything, wanting to persuade, but she didn't dare to persuade, so she could only stand there and didn't move.

Su Zhinian rubbed his hands and used the warmth from the palms to preheat the safflower oil. When he was about to cover Song Qingchun's ankle, he saw Cheng Qingcong standing aside and had not yet left, so he slowly He raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

A very brief glance, which did not linger too much on Cheng Qingcong's face, turned away, but Cheng Qingcong clearly felt a strong warning from that fleeting sight, and her back I felt a chill, and suddenly I lost all my thoughts, and walked out of the box door.

When closing the door, Cheng Qingcong heard Su Zhinian's soft voice: "It may hurt when you rub it. Bear with it. It will feel much better after you rub it."

The words were spoken as softly as possible, as if they were afraid that the decibel level would frighten the people in front of them.

Cheng Qingcong turned her head subconsciously and glanced at the indoor scene through the door that was about to close.

Miss Song still remained willful and silent, and did not even glance at Su Zhinian. However, the boss, who was always aloof and proud, did not show any anger or displeasure. Instead, he held her ankle in his hands. In the palm of my hand, I pinched it gently and delicately.

Many years ago, she knew that this man, who existed like a god in her heart, had a favorite in her heart.

Although all she ever wanted was his happiness, she still felt a little disappointed every time she saw how much he cared about him.

Cheng Qingcong pinched her palms hard and let the pain force her to keep the most perfect smile on her face. She stepped on her high heels and walked to the elevator step by step and went upstairs.

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After Cheng Qingcong left, the entire box seemed quieter and empty.

Su Zhinian's palm was very hot, and the strength was just right. A little more strength would make it heavier, and a little less strength would be too light. It squeezed Song Qingchun's painful ankle very comfortably.

Halfway through pinching, Song Qingchun pulled his gaze away from the window and landed on Su Zhinian.

The entire room was filled with the smell of safflower oil.

He lowered his head, holding her thin white ankles in his big hands, with a serious and focused look on his face.

Looking at this scene, she fluttered her eyelashes twice. Her hands hanging on the chair quietly grabbed the hem of her skirt and held it tightly.

After Su Zhinian pinched Song Qingchun's ankle, he did not stand up in a hurry. He still knelt on one knee in front of her, raised his head slightly, and asked softly: "Are you feeling better?"

Song Qingchun still didn't speak, but his eyes suddenly turned red.

Although Su Zhinian's skin touched Song Qingchun's, Song Qingchun's heart was not thinking about anything at this moment. There was only a sad emotion rolling in her chest. It was very strong. Su Zhinian was jealous when he saw her. , and she didn't know why, she suddenly became panicked: "What's wrong? Your ankle still hurts?"

She still didn't speak, but there were tears in her eyes.

Su Zhinian's back was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat. He thought about it and thought he had just pinched her: "Did I use too much force just now? Did I pinch you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tear rolled out of her eyes and hit the back of his hand.