Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Cheng Qingliu was very busy today. It was three hours after she saw Song Qingnian's text message.

At that time, she happened to have two emergency contracts that required Su Zhinian to sign, so before going to the General Manager's Office, she took an elevator to the first floor and took what Song Qingqing asked her to transfer to Su Zhinian.

As usual, Cheng Qingcong knocked on the door three times and waited until Su Zhinian's quiet voice came from inside before pushing the door in.

Su Zhinian was busy with the computer. Cheng Qingliong walked lightly into the office, holding the file and standing at the desk without making a sound. He waited until he stopped typing on the keyboard before he started to remind: "General Su , Your signature is required."

Su Zhinian nodded his head slightly, as if contemplating something. After a moment, he quickly tapped on the keyboard a few times, and then pressed the Enter key before reaching out to Cheng Qingshang.

Cheng Qingcong hurriedly handed in the documents.

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes and scrutinized it again. After confirming that there was no problem, he quickly signed the name, pushed the document to Cheng Qingshang with two fingers, and then looked at the computer again.

While he was about to continue typing, the afterglow of his eyes swept to Cheng Qingcong and stood at his desk, his eyebrows flicked slightly, and he swept his gaze at her.

Cheng Qingcong saw him looking at himself, and immediately handed an envelope in his hands: "Su, Mr. Song, let me pass it on to you."

Su Zhinian's expression stiffened a bit. He stared at the envelope in Cheng Qingcong's hands for a long time before blinking. After about ten seconds, he tapped the table and turned his head. Looked at the computer.

Cheng Qingcong followed his instructions, put down the envelope, and then left the document quietly.

When she closed the office door, she glanced inwardly and found that Su Zhinian, who was originally at the computer, had somehow picked up the envelope and was staring at the thick stack of money drawn inside.

He seemed calm on the surface, but wondering if it was her illusion, she felt that the calm atmosphere covered up the unspeakable sadness and loneliness.

It took a long time for the door of the office to be taken by Cheng Qingcong before Su Zhinian lowered his eyelids, reinserted the money back into the envelope, opened a drawer, and threw it in.

The high fever started last night, and there is no sign of retreat, and there is no strength in the whole body.

He leaned tiredly on the office chair and stared at half of the emergency mail that had been processed on the computer screen, without any thought of continuing.

I didn't expect her to return the money so quickly... In fact, in her heart, she also wanted to clear the relationship with him as soon as possible?

Now the last connection between him and her is gone...

Su Zhinian glanced sideways at the bright sunshine in the afternoon, and clearly felt that he was sinking rapidly into the darkness.

The secret five years ago, although he and her could not be together, but can be friends.

The secret five years ago was destined to bury his feelings deeply in his heart.

So, once the 100-day contract passed, he did not give himself the opportunity to continue contact with her.

Because he was afraid that his emotions, which were too deep and too long in his heart, suddenly burst out of control, afraid that he would take her to the deep abyss.