Chapter 643 Let’s Get Married (3)

Song Qingchun walked until he was about a hundred meters away from Su Zhinian's car before stopping.

When she was leaning under the streetlight waiting for the bus, her legs were already shaking from discomfort. Walking such a short distance now seemed to have exhausted all the strength in her body, and it actually made her breathing become difficult. It became a little difficult.

Song Qingchun subconsciously supported an ancient tree on the side of the road. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before slowly turning around and leaning weakly against the tree trunk.

The message sent out to call a private car has still not been responded to and has been closed.

Song Qingchun felt that she might faint if she didn't leave, so she doubled the price and called a new taxi.

The number of private cars notified on the mobile phone screen has been growing crazily, but no one has come to take the order.

Song Qingchun could feel the sweat in her body, soaking her clothes. She held her phone hard and held on to her consciousness, thinking that even if she was going to faint, she would have to wait until Su Zhinian left before passing out.

Time stretched to an infinite length due to her physical discomfort.

The number of minutes on the screen of the mobile phone only moved five times, and Song Qingchun felt that he could hardly hold on anymore.

When the number jumped for the seventh time, Cheng Qingcong finally walked out of the revolving door of the "Beijing Club".

Her steps were crisp and fast, but Song Qingchun felt that it was not enough. Her eyes were almost glued to Cheng Qingcong's feet. When Cheng Qingcong walked to the car, opened the door and got in, Song Qingchun finally Secretly he breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Zhinian's car started slowly, and as it got closer and closer to her, Song Qingchun knew that Su Zhinian might not look at her, but she still lowered her head.

About half a minute later, Song Qingchun thought that Su Zhinian's car had already driven by. She slowly raised her head, but she didn't expect that what she saw was his car that had stopped for unknown reasons.

He was only twenty meters away from her, and she could see him sitting inside through the rear window.

Perhaps because the car started, he had stopped working, leaning on the back of the car in an elegant manner, with his eyes slightly lowered, exuding his usual noble and indifferent aura.

Song Qingchun actually wanted to look away the moment his eyes touched Su Zhinian's face, but the high fever caused his reaction to fail to keep up with his brain's thoughts. After a long delay, he controlled his head and turned. However, before his eyes could completely move away from his face, he suddenly turned his head slightly and met her eyes.

Song Qingchun pursed her lips and paused again.

Even though she was so burned that she couldn't see where she was, she could still clearly detect a hint of alienation in his eyes.

From the corner of Song Qingchun's eye, he saw Su Zhinian's driver put down his cell phone and restarted the car.

The eyes he looked at her were getting closer and closer to hers. Just when the car drove in front of her, her eyesight went dark, and she couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

The pain of falling to the ground made her groan. Before she completely fell into coma, her eyes drifted uncontrollably to Su Zhinian in the car.

When the man faced her who was unconscious on the ground, his expression was very calm, and he even slowly turned away from her.