Chapter 686 The More You Conceal It, the Deeper It Becomes (6)

All his attention just now was on her phone, and he really didn't notice that it was on.

There was no expression on Song Qingchun's face. Su Zhinian didn't know whether she believed it or not. He paused for a while and then said, "Do you want to go home?"

After a pause, Su Zhinian said: "It's not convenient to go out on the main road. If you want to go home, I will take you home directly."

They were almost driving home. It seemed too pretentious for her to take the subway or hail a taxi. What's more, she bothered him in the beginning... Song Qingchun smiled distantly and said politely: "Thank you."

Su Zhinian said nothing, looked away from her, and continued driving, but he became a little absent-minded.

She finally became what he had longed for. She politely said thank you for his help, her posture was just right, respectful yet distant, and there was no trace of her former respect for him. That kind of passionate emotion.

On the way to the Song family, neither Song Qingchun nor Su Zhinian said a word.

Song Qingchun asked Su Zhinian to park the car directly at the entrance of the community. Su Zhinian did not refuse this time. He slowly stepped on the brakes and calmly stopped at the main entrance of the community.

Before Song Qingchun got out of the car, he glanced at the towel in his hand and wanted to give it back to Su Zhinian, but thinking about his mysophobia, he might not keep the things she used, so he simply stuffed the towel into his bag. , then thanked him again and stretched out his hand to push the car door.

The rear door was locked. Song Qingchun couldn't push it open, so she had to raise her head and remind Su Zhinian in front: "The lock is not unlocked."

Su Zhinian stared blankly at the falling snow outside the car window without any reaction.

Song Qingchun waited for a while and had no choice but to speak out again. Seeing that he still looked indifferent, he reached out and patted his car seat.

Su Zhinian turned his head and looked at her in confusion.

Song Qingchun continued: "The car lock is not unlocked."

"Oh." Su Zhinian responded, hesitated for a long time, as if recalling what she said, and said "oh" again, then turned around and unlocked the car.

Song Qingchun didn't say anything and opened the car door directly.

When she was about to get out of the car, Su Zhinian suddenly stopped her: "Youth."

Song Qingchun's fingertips stiffened for a moment, and she turned her head and looked at him without making a sound.

Su Zhinian stared at the rows of family buildings in front of him, as if he was lost in thought. The car was parked, but he mistakenly stepped on the accelerator. The car jumped forward, and then he stepped on it in a panic. He braked, then slowly backed up the car, and then said: "...Happy wedding."

Song Qingchun didn't expect that he would suddenly stop her and say such words to him. Her expression suddenly froze. After a long while, she curved her lips and smiled, and said naturally: "Thank you for your blessing." .”

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.

Seeing that he didn't speak any more, Song Qingchun opened the car door. As soon as she stood on the ground, he suddenly stopped her again: "Youth."

Su Zhinian's eyes were a little hot. He turned his head away and did not look at Song Qingchun: "... take good care of yourself."

Was he saying goodbye to her because he was leaving tomorrow?

Song Qingchun felt that there was a violent storm and snow in his brain just like the weather at this time.