Chapter 97 Her Concern (7)

And wearing a sweater is a sweater, why do you put on the hat, the zipper has been pulled down to the top, revealing two deep eyes.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian with a strange expression for a while, then turned around, and hurriedly said hello to Su Zhinian: "Mr. Su."

Su Zhinian didn't say anything, but just stared into her eyes intently for a long while, then turned around lightly, walked into the next bedroom, and closed the door with a "bang".

Song Qingchun had long been used to Su Zhinian treating herself like air, so she shrugged and went downstairs indifferently.

Su Zhinian leaned against the door, heard Song Qingchun's footsteps gradually going away, and slowly raised his hand.

The signature pen he was holding in his hand was crushed by him because of too much force, and some metal shells pierced into his palm, and it was stained red by blood.

Because of beating Tang Nuan with his mind, he also had palm prints on his face, so he stayed in the villa all day.

When Song Qingchun came home, he was drawing design drawings in his study, maybe because it was still early, he heard her go back to his bedroom.

Today she is very quiet, unlike before, she didn't talk to herself, and she didn't make any noise from tossing other things.

He didn't pay much attention, just paid attention to her for a while, and then continued to focus on the design drawing, but just after a few strokes, he suddenly heard her sobbing.

At first, the voice was very soft, and he thought he had heard wrong, so he stopped writing, and then he found her crying louder and louder, as if she had encountered something very sad.

Without even thinking about it, he walked out of the study with a pen in his hand. As soon as he walked to the door of her bedroom, he heard her sobbing "Brother Yinan", and then he stopped at the door .

He is so stupid, who else in this world can make her cry so painfully, except for that man named Qin Yinan?

He should be jealous and angry, but when he heard her cry, he found a dull pain in his heart.

She didn't cry for a long time, but for him, it was long and tormented.

He almost couldn't control himself several times, rushed in to give her a hug, and comforted her, but he was not qualified, he could only force himself to stand where he was, listening to her cries, and exhausted all his strength , clenched fist.

Su Zhinian slowly raised his hand and pulled out the splinter of the signature pen stuck in his palm. The blood flowed even more violently. He pulled out a tissue from the side and pressed it on the wound indiscriminately. He pressed very hard. He could clearly feel the piercing and sharp pain of the wound, but it still couldn't compare to the pain in his heart.

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After Song Qingchun finished dinner, he went upstairs and knocked on the door of Su Zhinian's bedroom: "Mr. Su, dinner is ready."

After a while, Su Zhinian's cold voice came from inside: "Come upstairs."

Song Qingchun said "Oh", went downstairs, found a tray, and brought the dinner upstairs.

The lights in Su Zhinian's bedroom were not turned on. Song Qingchun's first reaction when she stepped in was to reach for the switch on the wall. Before she touched it, Su Zhinian's voice came coldly in the dark room : "Don't turn on the light."

Song Qingchun withdrew his hand, and took advantage of the light yellow light in the corridor to bring the food into the bedroom and put it on the coffee table.