Chapter 70 Her Syrup, His Arsenic (10)

After an unknown amount of time, Su Zhinian blinked her eyelids and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already eleven fifty-eight, and her birthday would be over in two minutes.

Su Zhinian turned her head and stared at Song Qingchun who was sleeping deeply. She blinked slightly, then lowered her head slowly, her lips touched the center of her eyebrows.

You know... you know, how much I want to be nice to you?

But I can't, and I dare not.

Su Zhinian's lips lingered on Song Qingchun's eyebrows for a long time before gently leaving: "Tingting, happy birthday."

The moment his words settled, a new day happened to arrive.

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When Song Qingchun opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was already bright.

The weather was gloomy, the haze was heavy, and it looked like it was going to snow again.

Song Qingchun took a look at the picture on the wall. It was just eight o'clock, two hours before going to work, so he lazily stretched his limbs, yawned, and continued to burrow into the bed, and then habitually I touched the pillow...but didn't touch the phone.

Song Qingchun frowned, and continued to touch, but she still couldn't touch it, so she sat up and saw that the pillow was pure white, she was stunned for a second, then looked around her surroundings, her eyes suddenly opened maximum.

This is not her bedroom... This is Su Zhinian's bedroom... How could she be in his bedroom?

Song Qingchun was stunned for a second, before he remembered that he had waited for Qin Yinan at the Beijing Hotel yesterday, but finally received a text message from Tang Nuan, and then she drank too much...

As soon as Song Qingchun recalled this, he looked through the mirror in front of him and found that he was wearing a men's white shirt...

After she drank too much, she slept on Su Zhinian's bed, and she was still wearing his clothes...

These cognitions jumped into Song Qingchun's mind one after another, and then she jumped out of bed suddenly like an electric shock, muttering: "Could it be that I was so drunk last night that I passed out? At that time, you were perverted to sleep by Su, right?"

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Cheng Qingcong turned her head again, glanced at Su Zhinian who got into the car before six o'clock but never let the driver drive, then hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking softly: "President Su, we are leaving now ?"

Su Zhinian, who was concentrating on his work in front of his notebook, heard Cheng Qingcong's voice, raised his head lightly, picked up the coffee at the side first, and was about to speak, when Song Qingchun's voice came from his ear: "Could it be last night? When I was so drunk that I was unconscious, I was slept by Su abnormally?"

Su Zhinian's hands trembled, and the coffee spilled all over the computer keyboard.

Cheng Qingcong hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian didn't pick it up, his mind was still immersed in what Song Qingchun said just now.

Abnormal Su...was he talking about it?

Cheng Qingcong saw that Su Zhinian did not respond for a long time, so he hugged the computer to the front and wiped it.

Su Zhinian stared at a bare tree trunk outside the car window, and heard Song Qingchun's voice, and after a while, he thought again: "Hey, there are no marks on my body...the bottom doesn't hurt..."

Su Zhinian frowned slightly. He knew that the driver and Cheng Qingcong couldn't hear Song Qingchun's voice at all, but his ears still felt hot.

"That man's strength is so rough...it means that I didn't fall asleep by him..."

Su Zhinian could clearly feel a little slack in Song Qingchun's words, he pursed his lips, and a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.