Chapter 78 Su Abnormality and Su Cleanliness (8)

How many nicknames did she have for him?

The person in the computer video suddenly stopped speaking, and after a long pause, he opened his mouth with some doubts: "Oh my god, did I read it right? Mr. Su, you actually laughed?"

Su Zhinian first said "Huh?", and then turned his head to look at the mirror beside him. Through the mirror, he saw himself inside, his brows and eyes were stretched, the corners of his lips were slightly drawn, and his expression was so soft...

Su Zhinian froze instantly as if someone had tapped his acupoints.

"I'm really not mistaken, you actually laughed..." The English that came from the computer again shocked Su Zhinian. Without saying a word, he directly raised his hand and closed the computer, and then Standing up, she hurriedly walked to the mirror.

In the mirror, although his smile was not as obvious as before, he could still vaguely recognize that he was smiling.

He stared at the mirror carefully for a long time before raising his hand and touching his face.

When he touched the corner of his slightly raised lips, his fingertips trembled especially violently.

Yes, he actually laughed...Even he himself can't remember how many years he hasn't laughed...

Not to mention the JONY who just had a video with him, even if it was him, if he hadn't recognized him again and again, he would have thought he was delusional...

In fact, he didn't really want to make things difficult for her in every possible way.

It's just that five years ago, after he drunk and forced her to sleep, she wished that she would never have anything to do with him forever.

Even if she had to face him now for Song Shi's sake, besides doing her duty well, she would stay as far away from him as she could.

He just wanted to communicate with her...but...he didn't expect that she would make him laugh...

Song Qingchun... Song Qingchun, how many surprises does that woman have to give him... before he will give up?

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Song Qingchun was already exhausted after cleaning the first floor. She went up to the second floor, cleaned the unoccupied second bedroom, and then went to the study next door.

Su Zhinian was no longer in front of the desk, but was standing on the open-air balcony of the study.

The heavy snow was still falling, he was only wearing a thin shirt, the cold wind blew past, and some snowflakes fell on him, but he didn't seem to feel the cold at all, standing still with.

While cleaning the floor on his stomach, Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian from time to time, and couldn't help but think secretly in his heart: It's the twelfth lunar month, standing outside, and it's still snowing, isn't it cold?

When Song Qingchun wiped half of the floor, he went to the bathroom to wash the rag, and then came out. Su Zhinian was still standing on the balcony and didn't come in.

Song Qingchun wiped the remaining half of the floor, and before leaving the study, she took another look at the balcony. Su Zhinian still showed no signs of entering the room. She hesitated for a while, but finally said nothing, quietly. He closed the study door quietly and went to Su Zhinian's bedroom.

She slept in Su Zhinian's bedroom last night, and when she left in the morning, she didn't help him make the bed, it was a mess.

Song Qingchun first hugged the quilt on the sofa beside him, straightened the sheets, then picked up a pillow that he had kicked on the ground, arranged it, and arranged the other pillow according to the situation, but there was a corner similar to a book , exposed.

Song Qingchun pulled it out curiously, only to realize that it was not a book, but a notebook.