Chapter 762 99 Emails (12)

Song Qingchun walked forward in confusion. The door of the restaurant was open. She immediately saw Su Zhinian standing inside, with his head lowered, taking medicine from a white medicine bottle.

The pills fell into the palm of his hand, and he stuffed them directly into his mouth without counting them. He stretched out his hand to hold the water glass in front of him and swallowed them all.

Because of the distance, Song Qingchun couldn't see the words on the medicine bottle clearly, but when Su Zhinian raised his hand and stuffed the medicine into his mouth, she saw clearly that there was a mountain of pills in his palm. Filled the whole palm of my hand.

What kind of medicine is he taking? Why eat so much?

Song Qingchun frowned slightly, then stepped into the restaurant.

Su Zhinian, who noticed the movement, instinctively turned his head in the direction of the door. The moment he saw Song Qingchun, there was a hint of unexpected panic in his eyes. However, that panic was soon replaced by He suppressed it forcefully, and his deep eyes became calm and indifferent. He hesitated and asked, "Are you still asleep?"

Song Qingchun said "hmm" and looked at Su Zhinian's hand holding the medicine bottle.

Su Zhinian's fingertips trembled slightly at Song Qingchunwang's fingertips. He moved his palms slightly to cover all the white medicine bottles. Then he cleared his throat, as if to cover up something, and spoke again. : "Drink...drink water?"

Su Zhinian's stumbling when speaking made Song Qingchun couldn't help but glance at his face again. He had a handsome expression and a plain face, and he still looked noble and elegant. But for some reason, she always felt that he It's weird, but she can't tell what's wrong...

Seeing that she didn't respond, Su Zhinian took a water glass, helped her get a glass of warm water, and handed it over.

"Thank you." When Song Qingchun took it, he glanced at Su Zhinian's hand holding the medicine bottle again, then drank the water and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why do you take so many medicines?"

"Well... I have a cold..." After Su Zhinian explained, he paused and pointed upstairs: "I'm going up. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Song Qingchun nodded, swallowed the water in his mouth, and said, "Good night."

"...An..." After Su Zhinian replied, he brushed Song Qingchun's shoulder, left the restaurant, and went upstairs.

The room was very quiet, and Su Zhinian's footsteps seemed particularly clear. They seemed to step on Song Qingchun's heart, making her heart feel heavy.

Song Qingchun slept late last night and woke up later than usual the next day. There was a meeting at the company in the morning. Song Qingchun quickly washed up, then hurriedly picked up her bag and ran downstairs.

Su Zhinian hadn't left yet, sitting in the restaurant having breakfast with Song Menghua.

The breakfast was very rich. Due to time constraints, Song Qingchun didn't have much thought to taste it. He drank a bowl of porridge casually and put down the bowl. When he was about to stand up and say goodbye, Su Zhinian suddenly pulled out a document from behind him. , pushed in front of her.

Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian in surprise, and the buttocks that had just left the chair slowly fell back down.

Su Zhinian, who was exposed to her doubts, had no intention of explaining. He took out a pen from his pocket, put it on the document, and said two words: "Sign."

Sign, what to sign?

Song Qingchun opened the document and realized that it was the share transfer letter of Su Corporation and several properties in good locations in Beijing.