Chapter 227 Don't Even Give Me 100 Yuan (7)

At the end of Song Qingchun's speech, her voice was so low that she could hardly hear her, and her eyes were so dodged that she didn't even dare to touch Su Zhinian's face.

He could see that she was a little uneasy when she said that she would share a room with him.

Didn't you say you were tired? So restless, how can I rest well?

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun, and after a while, his dark eyes moved slightly, as if he had thought of a good solution, he stretched out his hand and put it on the front desk. After taking back the ID card, she said to the front desk lady in a calm tone, "Just use her ID card to open that room."

"But, sir, if two people check in, they must register their ID cards." The front desk lady said.

"En..." Su Zhinian paused, and added: "I know, just do as I say."

The front desk lady nodded and started the check-in process.

He only used her ID card to open the room, that is to say, she can only check in alone, so what about him?

Song Qingchun watched Su Zhinian stuff his ID card into his wallet, as if he had guessed something, he frowned slightly: "What about you?"

Su Zhinian didn't answer in a hurry, but took out the bank card and handed it to the front desk. After paying, Su Zhinian took the room card and handed it to Song Qingchun: "Go up."

go up? Did he let her go up alone? Is it as she guessed, he doesn't live here tonight?

Song Qingchun didn't go to pick up the room card, stared at Su Zhinian with big dark eyes, and asked repeatedly: "What about you?"

"I'm going to another hotel. If you're tired, don't worry about it. Stay here and rest, and I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." Su Zhinian stuffed the bank card into his wallet casually, carelessly back.

It was exactly as she guessed...

He said he would never touch her again, and he could see her uneasiness, so that's why he did it, right?

She proposed to stay in the hotel to let him rest, but he gave her the only room to live first.

Even though his actions and tone were indifferent just now, Song Qingchun could clearly feel his thoughtfulness and concern for her from behind his indifference.

At the gas station, Song Qingchun's mood when he saw the piece of paper once again rolled violently in his chest.

Her breathing became a little unsteady, she stared at Su Zhinian for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hand, snatched his wallet, took out his ID card, and handed it to the front desk lady: "Trouble Let him check in too, thank you."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingchun turned his head, looked at Su Zhinian, and said seriously, "Either stay here, or I will go to another hotel with you."

One said they didn't want to live, the other insisted... The lady at the front desk was a little embarrassed. She looked at Su Zhinian and then at Song Qingchun, but didn't dare to make a decision.

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's serious face for a while, then turned around and nodded slightly to the receptionist.

On the way back to the hotel room, Song Qingchun's face was always flushed, and he didn't have any conversation with Su Zhinian.

Although it is a big bed room, it has a small living room.

As soon as Song Qingchun entered the room, he rushed into the bathroom. When he came out, Su Zhinian sat quietly on the sofa in the small living room. On the originally empty coffee table in front of him was a thick black booklet.