Chapter 231 If There Is No Obsession, How Can You Be Young? (1)

While thinking about it, Song Qingchun pretended to be generous, shook his head politely at Su Zhinian, and said, "The evening paper is only one yuan, no need!"

Su Zhinian didn't want to buy the evening paper, but after hearing her whispering to herself in the room for a long time, she thought of a way to give her money.

Unexpectedly, his kindness was actually misinterpreted by her, saying that it was fine for him to be stingy, and that he would take back the change!

Su Zhinian stared quietly at Song Qingchun, who obviously wanted to take the hundred yuan, but pretended not to want it at all, looked at it for a while, and then when Song Qingchun was about to take the money, his The fingertips suddenly increased their strength, and took the money out of her hand first, then stuffed it back into the wallet, rummaged in it for a long time, finally felt in the pocket, found a coin, and put it in Song Qingchun's Palm, said a very polite word in a very light tone: "Thank you."

Song Qingchun stared at the one yuan in her palm, her eyes were round and big, her expression changed several times in just half a minute, and then it took a lot of effort to forcefully squeeze She gave a bright smile that was uglier than crying: "Mr. Su, it's only one yuan, really no need..."

Speaking of which, Song Qingchun wanted to return the one yuan to Su Zhinian.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't pay much attention to her at all, he just turned around and walked back to the sofa, and sat down gracefully.

Song Qingchun stood there for a while before he came back to his senses completely, and said to Su Zhinian, "Then I'll go", and then walked out of the room sullenly.

The moment the door closed, Su Zhinian clearly heard Song Qingchun's voice coming from the corridor like a machine gun, eloquently speaking.

"Who can tell me, what the hell is this? One dollar? Is the perverted Su sending beggars?"

"It turns out that he is not only stingy! He is stingy! He is quite stingy, very stingy!"

"A big CEO, but he only gave one yuan? Is he willing to give it?"

"Ahhhh, this baby is so unhappy, I thought I could buy a box of Haagen-Dazs!"

"Stingy! Too stingy! One dollar, one dollar, Su Zhinian, just change your name to Su Yiyuan! Su Yiyuan! Su Yiyuan!"

Su Zhinian was sitting on the sofa elegantly, listening to Song Qingchun's frantic voice, thinking about the colorful expressions on her face that ranged from shock, to astonishment, to stunned when she just received a dollar from her, her lips twitched. The corner couldn't help hooking up again, and then chuckled softly.

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When Song Qingchun returned to the room with a pack of pads and an evening newspaper, Su Zhinian had just taken a shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, sitting on the sofa with half-wet hair, watching TV.

The depression in Song Qingchun's heart was still there, but he spoke to Su Zhinian in a very obedient tone: "Mr. Su, your evening paper."

"Yeah." Without taking his eyes off the TV, Su Zhinian tapped the coffee table with the hand holding the remote control, signaling Song Qingchun to put it there.

Song Qingchun put down the newspaper politely: "Then I'm going to take a shower."

Su Zhinian nodded, and the moment Song Qingchun turned to leave, he suddenly stopped her: "Wait a minute."

Song Qingchun turned his head in wonder, and then saw Su Zhinian handing him a bag.