Chapter 915 Tingting, I Have Super Powers (19)

"The big truck didn't hit our car at all. He hit the guardrail and the truck driver was injured. Why did you also suffer the same injuries?"

"Not just once, but when Brother Yinan was hit by a flower pot, you also had injuries on your head... Although it has been a long time, I am not sure about some things, but your wounds are the same as Brother Yinan's. The wounds are almost identical..."

"So, Su Zhinian..." Song Qingchun paused slightly, held his breath, looked back at Su Zhinian's eyes with a serious expression, and asked seriously: "How come you are so far apart, but Can you hear my voice?"

"Why did you appear and leave quietly when I was crying so heartbroken, without letting me notice?"

"How could you still suffer the same injury when others are injured?"

As Song Qingchun finished speaking, the study fell into an eerie silence.

Su Zhinian sat motionless on the sofa, looking back at Song Qingchun, without speaking for a long time.

Song Qingchun didn't press the question, just looked back at him and waited patiently.

The scene seemed to be frozen, and it was quiet for a while. Then Su Zhinian blinked softly, moved his body slowly, and looked around as if he was looking for something.

Then just when Song Qingchun was about to ask what he was looking for, Su Zhinian's eyes suddenly narrowed. Song Qingchun, who was sitting in front of him and was about to speak, closed his lips and stood up slowly from the sofa. Get up and walk towards the desk.

She stood in front of the desk, took a pen and a stack of white paper, folded it back to the sofa, sat in her original seat, took the pen, and started writing on the paper.

"My name is Song Qingchun"...

As the last word settled, Su Zhinian's narrowed eyes slowly opened, and Song Qingchun blinked blankly, regaining consciousness.

She was clearly staring at him intently just now, waiting for him to speak. Why now, there is a stack of white paper and a pen in front of her, and there is a sentence written on the paper, I am Song Qingchun, handwriting Juanxiu is her own handwriting.

Her memory seems to be fragmented again...

Song Qingchun raised her head in confusion and looked at Su Zhinian. She opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, Su Zhinian, who was leaning on the sofa, suddenly sat up straight and stretched out his hand to cover her. In his hand, what she originally wanted to say was spoken out by him before he could: "Su, Su Zhinian, what's going on?"

Song Qingchun's eyes suddenly opened to their maximum size. She continued to move her lips. Just like before, Su Zhinian said what she was about to say through the hands held by hers: "You, how do you know me?" Do you want to say this?"

Su Zhinian stared into Song Qingchun's eyes, pursed his lips slightly, and continued to read Song Qingchun's inner thoughts. The voice in his mouth was as calm as ever: "Oh my God, did I hear wrongly? Su Zhinian How do you know what I want to say?”

"How come Su Zhinian knows everything I'm thinking?"

"What on earth is going on? Am I dreaming? Could it be that I've watched too many Korean dramas and hallucinated?"

As Su Zhinian spat out one sentence after another, Song Qingchun was completely stunned on the spot.