Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Even at this moment, she herself began to wonder if the hundred days she spent with him was just a dream for her.

Suddenly looking back, once in the sea, he has already changed the world, and he seems to be no longer the one she knows.

Song Qingchun squeezed his palm tightly, not letting his slightest gait leak out.

She took a deep breath secretly, crushing the undulating emotions in her heart desperately, and then turned her head, tearing her lips at Cheng Qingshang very hard, and she could not believe it with a gentle voice. : "I'm fine, and my car is fine, so I really don't need compensation."

"Then I will accompany you to the hospital?" Cheng Qingcong asked in a negotiated tone.

Song Qingchun responded quickly this time, almost at the moment when her words were settled, she shook her head fiercely, and refused: "No."

Cheng Qingcong looked at Song Qingchun’s refusal and moved his lips. Instead of persuading Song Qingqing to accept the check, he turned around for the third time and walked back to the car.

On the streets of Beijing more than ten o'clock in the evening, vehicles were constantly passing by, and double flashing lights surrounded all directions.

The rain was more anxious. Song Qingchun didn't hold an umbrella, and his clothes were all drenched with moisture.

A cold breeze blew her bare calf, and a layer of goose bumps froze in the cold.

Su Zhinian sitting in the car, and Cheng Qingcong spoke a long time this time.

When Cheng Qingcong straightened up and walked towards her, Song Qingchun saw Su Zhinian's sight from the window through the windshield, just passing his cheek, he didn't stay any longer and soon fell In other places.

The light in the night was blurred, and Song Qingchun couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could feel the coldness that refused to be thousands of miles away from all over him, and severely isolated her from him.

Cheng Qingcong returned to Song Qingchun again: "Miss Song, I will leave you with a business card. You can contact me when you go to repair the car and take the insurance of this car from President Su."

This is probably the meaning of Su Zhinian. Cheng Qingcong didn’t wait for her to say no to this time, so she stuck her business card on the car window, and then smiled at Song Qingchun, saying goodbye: "Miss Song , If there is nothing wrong, we will leave first."

Cheng Qingcong waited for half a minute on the spot, and when he saw that Song Qingchun didn't speak, he put on a friendly smile again, said "Goodbye", and turned away.

As the sound of the door being closed sounded, Su Zhinian's car re-started, and Song Qingchun's twinkle lights flashed in front of her eyes. When her vision recovered, Su Zhinian's car had drove to her side.

The car music in her car is not off, and I don’t know if it’s the wrong radio station. The song is still being repeated.

"I said that I am most afraid of the breeze that is about to rain. You say you are the same. We smiled and looked at the sky, chatting and chatting until we cried..."

This road was blocked by her car, and his car needed to change lanes, and he had to wait for the car behind to pass, so the slower speed was comparable to the speed of walking.

Through the window of the rear seat, through the bright neon lights at night, his cold side face made her see more clearly.

"We all seem to have been loved by somebody, those dreams are perfectly unhelpful, a lot of similar tenderness, and different sadness..."