Chapter 829 She Is Really Pregnant (9)

Song Qingchun could tell that Mrs. Huang was hesitating.

The blood stain on Tang Nuan's buttocks became larger and larger. Song Qingchun was silent for a few seconds, pretending that there was an incoming call, and took out the phone from his pocket. Then, while pretending to look at the caller ID, he quickly unlocked the phone with his fingertips. On the phone, he clicked on Su Zhinian's phone number, dialed it, then slowly put it to his ear, lowered his voice, and shouted to the beeping sound inside: "Zhinian?"

This was the first time in Song Qingchun's life that she called Su Zhinian "Zhinian". When she blurted it out, a layer of soreness and numbness crawled up her own back.

When Song Qingchun pretended that it was Su Zhinian who was speaking, he deliberately waited for a long time. Su Zhinian was probably busy and didn't answer the phone for a long time. Song Qingchun felt that if he kept silent, he would be exposed. Rolling his eyes, he had no choice but to sing a one-man show. Facing the beep that answered the phone, he said, "What's wrong? You happened to be passing by Shin Kong Place, so you called me? You want to buy me a gift..." "

Song Qingchun tried his best to make his voice sound gentle, and even had a touch of coquettishness when he said this.

Just when she wanted to continue talking, Su Zhinian answered the phone: "Tingting? What's wrong?"

Her scenes have been performed to the best of their abilities, so there’s no way they’ll be cut off, right?

Song Qingchun had no choice but to ignore Su Zhinian's inquiry and continued: "Chanel's latest bag? Okay..."

"What?" Su Zhinian's confused voice came from the phone.

"Dior's necklace? That's okay too..."

Su Zhinian frowned: "Tingting? You..."

Before Su Zhinian could finish his doubtful words, Song Qingchun spoke again: "I want some YSL lip gloss too. Which color? I like all the new products launched this season..."

Su Zhinian simply fell silent.

"You want me to choose flowers? I don't like red roses, I like pink ones..."

Su Zhinian felt that he understood a little bit. Song Qingchun was reminding him to prepare these gifts for her during dinner tonight, right?

Su Zhinian said softly "hmm" to the phone.

Um? Hmm, hmm, do you know what I'm doing? Song Qingchun cursed, and the smile on his face became brighter: "Okay, I understand, I will be careful on the road, see you in Jinling later."

Jinling? Has she thought about going to Jinling for dinner tonight? Su Zhinian said "good" into the phone. Just when he was about to say "goodbye" to Song Qingchun, Song Qingchun's delicate voice came from the phone: "Goodbye, Zhinian."

Zhinian... Such an intimate title... Su Zhinian clearly felt his body shake, and even his lower abdomen began to swell and hurt. With a shake of his hand, the phone slipped from his fingers and gently It hit the marble floor with a crisp sound.

What's the sound? Song Qingchun hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had other things to deal with, so he hung up, turned to Mrs. Huang and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I just answered the phone, I don't know what I just said... "

Song Qingchun paused for a moment. She knew that all of these noble ladies were human beings. She must have heard her phone call clearly, and the "thoughts" she kept saying would definitely make her think... …