Chapter 792 If You Don’t Marry, I Won’t Marry (12)

Song Qingchun's seven orifices were filled with smoke. She turned around panting, and rushed into the living room like a headless fly. She walked around the living room, and the more she walked, the fire in her chest burned. She stomped her feet harder and harder, returned to the door, raised her feet, kicked the door hard twice, and then continued to curse angrily at the door: "Su Zhinian, let me tell you , if you don’t let me out, I will demolish your house!”

Song Qingchun said while looking around the room. Every furnishing in Su Zhinian's room was so precious that she couldn't put it down. She bit her lower lip and finally rushed to the dining room. He grabbed a glass and threw it heavily on the ground.

"I'm not lying to you. I, Song Qingchun, always keep my word!" Song Qingchun shouted, while listening to the noise outside the door, she found that Su Zhinian was facing her loudly smashed cup. , there was no reaction at all, haha... Song Qingchun gritted his teeth, turned around and returned to the restaurant, took another cup, and threw it to the ground again.

"Su Zhinian, believe it or not, I burned your villa on fire!"

"Su Zhinian, I'm going to the kitchen to turn on the gas now!"

"Su Zhinian, I'm going to the Public Security Bureau to sue you for illegally detaining a girl from a good family."

"Su Zhinian, if you don't open the door, I will cry for you..."

"Su Zhinian, believe it or not, I jumped from the second floor..."

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Song Qingchun knew that Su Zhinian was outside the door. She almost used all the words she could think of to threaten him. However, he locked her in the room and remained unmoved. He never showed any sign of opening the door. .

If it were normal times, according to her personality, if anyone locked her in the house like this, she would definitely cause an uproar and have a restless night.

But recently, Song Qingchun, for some reason, has become completely different from before. Not only is she prone to hunger, she is also particularly prone to fatigue and drowsiness, and she often sleeps for a long time.

She had been just jumping around for half an hour, as if she had exhausted all her strength. She was so tired that she collapsed on the sofa in the living room, too lazy to move. Even the words she cursed Su Zhinian in her mouth changed. I became exhausted.

Finally, she simply closed her mouth, thinking of resting for a while and continuing to settle accounts with Su Zhinian later. Unexpectedly, while resting, she hugged the pillow, leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. In sleep.

Su Zhinian, who was standing outside the door, waited until Song Qingchun inside was breathing long and evenly, then took the key, opened the door, and walked in softly.

She made the house a mess, with clothes scattered upstairs and downstairs.

Su Zhinian, who always loved to be clean, looked at the mess in the room and frowned in disgust, then walked to the sofa and picked up the sleeping Song Qingchun.

He put her on his bed, took a quilt and covered her carefully, then simply tidied up the messy bedroom, then slowly sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand, and gently Touch her cheek.

In her sleep, she seemed to feel the warmth of his palm, and buried her head into his palm, and rubbed it twice with a satisfied look on her face.

Her cute little appearance made the aura around Su Zhinian instantly gentle.