Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

She stopped for a moment, and then turned her head subconsciously for a second, and looked into the car through the windshield.

After a drizzle of rain, and by the light of the roadside, she saw a familiar and beautiful face from the rear seat.

Deep eyes, a straight nose bridge, a perfectly lined jaw...

As before, he wore a pure black suit with a snow-white shirt, simply black and white, placed on his body, and always looked exceptionally outstanding.

Although he was just sitting in the car, speaking without words, smiling or angry, she could still feel the kind of indifferent gas familiar with the bones and rushed towards her.

She hadn't finished looking at him yet. He seemed to have noticed the same thing. The eyelids that were hanging down suddenly opened, and the dark eyes met her eyes.

Song Qingchun seemed to be acupunctured, his body suddenly stiffened like a stone, like a delicate picture, standing motionless in the wind and rain, and stood quietly across from him with a layer of windshield.

Just a few months later, seeing him again, she felt a trance in her heart.

Even for a moment, she thought that this was an illusion of her own. She pinched the palm of her hand hard until the sharp pain spread to the bottom of her heart, she realized that this was not a dream.

After two months, she met him unexpectedly on the prosperous Beijing City Street.

These days, she can think of him almost every day, but when she really meets, she knows how much she misses him.

Long time no see Su Su's thoughts, long missed miss.

Song Qingchun finished reading these fourteen words silently in the bottom of her heart, and then slowly raised her lips at Su Zhinian. When she was about to hand him a smile, Su Su in the car looked like Arriving like a stranger, he glanced lightly at the window on the right.

The smile hardened stiffly in the corner of the lips, and even the blood with the whole body froze, the unexpected joy and thoughts were instantly wiped out by his cold alienation.

A drizzle of rain hit the windshield window densely, and soon her vision was blurred, and the wiper will automatically wipe clean again in the next second, clearing her vision.

She stood blankly on the road, forgetting to withdraw the slight curvature of her lips.

She saw Su Zhinian held out her hand, knocked noblely on the window, and then Cheng Qingchun, who got on and off the front passenger seat, turned around, and bent to the falling window, shouting respectfully: " President Su."

He was in the car. What she said next, she didn't hear it very well, but through various noisy and chaotic sounds, she could vaguely feel the kind of clearness that was peculiar to his sound quality.

He didn't say much. Cheng Qingcong nodded quickly, straightened his body, stepped on high heels, and came towards her.

Cheng Qingcong stopped at a distance of about half a meter in front of Song Qingchun. Before she spoke, she had a polite smile on her face: "Miss Song, hello."

After Su Zhinian in the car finished talking with Cheng Qingcong, she didn't look at her. She still stared at him without blinking her eyes. Until Cheng Qingcong's voice sounded, she nodded gently, and then After about ten seconds, he slowly dropped his eyes to Cheng Qingcong's face, and the voice of his mouth appeared a little dry: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Miss Cheng."