Chapter 811 It’s Not About Calculation, It’s About Yes (1)

He cried and said there was nothing he could do to her. Was this considered agreement?

Song Qingchun actually never felt that she was stupid, but Su Zhinian always rejected her, and she couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the moment.

She thought for a while, and then asked a little uncertainly: "Then, does this count as your consent?"

He could read her thoughts clearly. It was now the time when he was going to trap her in a dark and dirty hell and never let her go for the rest of her life. What she was thinking about was not fear, nor hesitation and retreat. What I was thinking about was whether he promised her or not?

Su Zhinian was moved and circled Song Qingchun vigorously. He kissed her hair and said in a low voice, "It's not that, it's yes."

He still lost to her after all... They chose the worst path after all.

Although it went against his original intention, he really couldn't refuse her. He also wanted her to live a good life, but when he looked at her, she was like an invincible little strong, pestering her to stay with him. While doing various things, his heart has been wavering, wavering...

No one knows what the future will bring, but Su Zhinian knows very well that no matter how terrible things may happen in the future, he will definitely do everything he can, including his life, to keep her safe.

It doesn’t count, does it? It doesn’t count, does it?

This sentence lingered in Song Qingchun's mind for a long time before she suddenly broke away from Su Zhinian's arms, raised her head, looked into his eyes, and asked for confirmation: "Su Zhinian, what are you doing?" Agree? Have you finally thought about it and decided to be with me? "

"Yes." The man under the street lamp was as handsome as a mess, and his eyebrows were as beautiful as a shocking painting. His voice was light when he spoke, but his love was as deep as the sea: "We are together for the rest of our lives. If I don't marry, you won't." marry."

Song Qingchun reached out excitedly and hugged Su Zhinian tightly.

Through their touching bodies, he felt the joy and cheer in her heart.

Silly girl, how happy are you to go to hell?

You said, how could he not love such a girl? Not deeply in love?

Su Zhinian raised his hand and was about to hug Song Qingchun back when Song Qingchun suddenly jumped excitedly in his arms. Her hand accidentally caught his arm. When he was beaten by her, her nails There was a pain in the scratched area. He couldn't help it, shuddered and groaned.

Song Qingchun suddenly stopped and blinked at him twice with an innocent face. Then her eyes fell on her arm holding his. She stared at it for a while before reacting belatedly. He came over, quickly let go of his hand, and took a step back, farther away from him.

That was the one who was beaten by her... Song Qingchun bit her lip and wanted to apologize, but after thinking about it, she felt that Su Zhinian deserved it, so she finally chose a compromise method and pretended to be calm and cold. The voice asked: "Are you okay?"

It could be a big deal, but she was a little girl, and she tried her best, but it only caused him pain for a while, but it was just some superficial injuries.

But Su Zhinian looked at her arrogant and unwilling expression when she clearly felt guilty, and couldn't help but reply in a low voice: "What do you think?"

Song Qingchun pouted, turned his head, and looked at the street lamp beside him.