Chapter 625 You Like Me, Right? (5)

After everyone had left, Cheng Qingcong wisely closed the door of the conference room.

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian were the only two people left in the huge conference room.

The large screen in front had turned into a lock screen because no one was controlling it after the time limit. There were "Su's Enterprises" of various sizes floating on it.

Su Zhinian sat elegantly in his seat and was silent for a moment. He slowly stood up, walked to the big screen, picked up the remote control, pressed the key, and then threw the remote control on the conference table, followed by a crisp sound. , his eyes fell calmly on Song Qingchun, whose chest was rising and falling due to anger: "Tell me, what did you come to talk to me about."

She had already got straight to the point and slapped the gift box in front of him. How could he, who was always smart, not know the purpose of her coming to him?

However, the first thing he said to her was not to explain where the gift box came from, but to ask her what she wanted to talk about.

The anger in Song Qingchun's chest was suddenly ignited to the extreme by Su Zhinian's light words. She took a step forward, grabbed the gift box that she had just slapped on the table, and shouted fiercely at Su Zhinian. He smashed it over and cursed through gritted teeth: "Su Zhinian, you are a big liar!"

The man stood there casually and elegantly, without evading.

The gift box flew past his ear, hit the big screen behind him, bounced back, and landed at his feet.

Facing Song Qingchun's angry scolding, he calmly bent over and picked up the gift box.

As soon as he stood up straight, Song Qingchun unzipped his bag and dumped the contents onto the conference table. Then he picked up the tickets and threw them towards Su Zhinian. , and continued to curse angrily: "You are an out-and-out liar!"

The ticket was light and flimsy. Even though Song Qingchun used a lot of strength, it still didn't hit Su Zhinian. Instead, it landed lightly on the table in front of him when he was still some distance away from Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the words above, his expression was still calm.

Song Qingchun grabbed the clothes that were crumpled into two balls, walked up to Su Zhinian, and vigorously touched the table spread out in front of him. With trembling fingertips, he nodded at his own skirt and Su Zhinian at the same time. Nian's shirt: "Blue, red, green, yellow... the paints I used when I was painting next to the Japanese square are all on your clothes!"

Song Qingchun took out the ticket from under his clothes and shook it vigorously at Su Zhinian: "On the day I came back from Japan, you also happened to come back from Japan, and it was the same flight as me!"

"When I was in Japan, I received a call from your secretary, Miss Cheng, asking me where you had been..."

Song Qingchun raised his eyelids, looked closely into Su Zhinian's dark and deep eyes, and asked word for word: "...You were in Japan those few days, right?"

Su Zhinian rolled his eyelids and said nothing.

"When I was in Japan, you were also in Japan, and you were always following me, right?"

"Okay... It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. What about this?" Song Qingchun threw the ticket on the conference table, grabbed the gift box in Su Zhinian's hand, and continued to press.