Chapter 833 Hug (3)

After the waitress left, the restaurant fell silent.

The floor-to-ceiling window next to the dining table is the most beautiful night view of Beijing, with thousands of lights, brilliant and beautiful.

Song Qingchun supported her chin with one hand and stared at the night view outside the window for a while. Then she turned her head and saw Su Zhinian bent over, looking at something under the dining table.

Song Qingchun tilted her head curiously, but her sight was blocked by the solid wooden board under the dining table, so she had no choice but to say: "What's wrong?"

Su Zhinian didn't say anything. He bent over and continued to fiddle with the dining table for a while. Then he sat up straight and pushed a very delicate box in front of Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian in surprise: "For me?"

Su Zhinian nodded lightly. Song Qingchun took the gift and opened the package in front of him. He saw an exquisite necklace lying inside, which was branded by Dior.

Song Qingchun was just about to ask Su Zhinian why he gave her a gift when he saw a larger gift box gently pushed in front of her.

Song Qingchun didn't make a sound this time. She stared at Su Zhinian with a puzzled expression for a moment, then continued to open the gift box. This time, there was a Chanel bag lying inside. Song Qingchun recognized it at a glance. Chanel's latest limited edition for spring.

Why did Su Zhinian give her a necklace and a bag again?

Before the doubts in Song Qingchun's mind were settled, a larger gift box was placed in front of her.

As if she was stunned, she blinked at Su Zhinian for a long time before unpacking it again.

The first thing that came into view were the three English letters YSL. When she opened the lid, Song Qingchun saw the neatly arranged lip glosses. Song Qingchun counted them one by one, including almost all the shades of YSL.

Why did he buy her so much lip gloss? She couldn't use it all, and she didn't use it often... Song Qingchun raised her head, and when she was about to question Su Zhinian, she saw him, like a magic trick, coming from under the table. A larger rectangular box was fished out.

The box was a bit heavy, so Su Zhinian held it with both hands and placed it in front of her.

Song Qingchun opened the wooden cover and saw a large bouquet of delicate pink roses.

Chanel's limited edition bag, Dior's necklace, YSL's lip gloss, pink roses...

This was something she said casually not long ago when she was acting alone with Su Zhinian in order to help Tang Nuan and confuse Mrs. Huang.

Song Qingchun opened his mouth, raised his head blankly, and looked at Su Zhinian.

The man leaned back on the chair elegantly, with the warm yellow light from the antique chandelier above his head shining brightly on him.

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian and couldn't take his eyes away. Uneasiness appeared in circles in his shocked heart.

She was afraid that after a dispute with Mrs. Huang, she would hurt herself and the baby in her belly, so she thought of a temporary method to use Su Zhinian to show off her affection in front of Mrs. Huang. Happiness made her think that she was very precious to Su Zhinian, so she let her go for Su Zhinian's sake.

However, she didn't expect that her ulterior motives would be rewarded with his sincerity.

These Jingmei's expensive gifts were like a loud slap on Song Qingchun's face, making her hang her head in shame.