Chapter 814 It’s Not About Calculation, It’s About Yes (4)

The next day was the weekend. Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun didn't go anywhere. They just stayed in the villa and spent the day quietly.

On Monday, Su Zhinian had a morning meeting and got up early in the morning. Before he went out, he put a note on the bathroom mirror.

Song Qingchun slept until nine o'clock before slowly getting up. She brushed her teeth and read the note left by Su Zhinian.

Her car was restricted for driving today, and Su Zhinian left a message for her on the note, saying that the car keys were placed on the shoe cabinet at the entrance, and the cars were all in the underground garage. It was up to you to choose which one you wanted to drive.

He also wrote on the note that there was cash in the first drawer of the bedside table. He checked her wallet and found that there was not much cash left in it. He put some cash in it for her, but there was not enough money to take out for himself.

The last item is that breakfast is in the insulated box.

Breakfast was bought for her by Su Zhinian when she got up early. Her favorite was the meat buns. Song Qingchun sat at the dining table and drank half a bowl of porridge before taking a bite of the buns. The delicious gravy flowed all over her mouth when she bit into it. It used to be Song Qingchun's favorite taste, but today, when she smelled the gravy, her stomach turned upside down.

Song Qingchun squatted in front of the toilet and vomited for a while before he stopped.

It's really strange... Is she having a stomachache?

As Song Qingchun walked upstairs, she took a look at the time on her phone. There was only half an hour left before going to work. She shook her head and thought about going to the drugstore to buy a box of stomach medicine when she got off work in the evening. He ran upstairs, took his bag, and went to the underground parking lot. Song Qingchun chose the most low-key car in the garage and drove to the company in a hurry.

Song Qingchun, who hadn't eaten much for breakfast, felt hungry before noon. She left the company half an hour early and went to the canteen downstairs for lunch.

After eating well, she felt much more comfortable. She returned to the office, pulled up an armchair and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window where the sun was shining brightly. She put on a blanket and fell asleep with her eyes squinted.

Song Qingchun, who usually wakes up after taking a half-hour lunch break, turned out to be two hours later when he opened his eyes again.

Song Qingchun, who had been sleeping for a long time, felt a little dry. She stood up, stretched her waist, walked to the desk, took the porcelain cup, and walked to the tea room.

In the tea room, Tang Nuan was the only one making coffee.

Song Qingchun paused at the door of the tea room, and finally walked in.

In the past, when two people met, they would start a verbal war. Now, when two people meet, they almost treat each other as nothing.

Song Qingchun stood in front of the water dispenser, waiting for the water to heat up and boil. Tang Nuan stood in front of the coffee machine, waiting for the coffee to be brewed.

Neither of them spoke to each other, and the atmosphere in the tea room was depressing and stagnant.

Tang Nuan's coffee was brewed first, and the smell of coffee filled the entire tea room.

By coincidence, Song Qingchun's hot water was also turned on. She took the cup and drank half a cup of hot water. Then, as waves of coffee smell wafted into her nose, Song Qingchun's stomach twitched. , I feel like vomiting again.

She hurriedly put the water glass aside, covered her mouth, rushed out of the tea room, and turned to the restroom nearby.

Tang Nuan, who had made the coffee, was about to leave the tea room with the cup in hand when he subconsciously stopped and looked sideways at Song Qingchun's steaming cup of water.