Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

"Then...I will pick you up to watch the movie that night?" Despite the appointment, Su Zhinian asked Song Qingchun's opinion.

"Okay." Song Qingchun's eyebrows agreed.

Su Zhinian nodded her head and did not speak again. After Song Qingchun got into the car, she helped her close the door.

Song Qingchun saw through the rearview mirror that Su Zhinian's car followed her car and drove to the intersection ahead. Su Zhinian's car turned left and her car turned right. His car quickly Covered by other cars, Song Qingzheng stared at the road in front of her, and suddenly found that she had just missed him just a few minutes before she even began to miss him... And, she missed it more and more. Can stick with him all the time...

God, she never knew that it would be so terrible to fall in love with someone!

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When Cheng Qingcong woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

I drank too much alcohol last night, and my stomach is still burning badly. She lay on the soft bed for a long time before barely supporting the headache caused by the hangover and sitting up hard.

The mirror opposite just happened to allow her to clearly see that she was in a luxuriously decorated room with an oil painting hanging on her head.

This seems to be a hotel?

Cheng Qingcong suddenly shuddered, unconsciously lifted the quilt, and saw that the clothes were all intact on his body, and then he was relieved.

Fortunately, she was not taken away by someone after being drunk. It was just that, she remembered that after she got the signed contract from President Li, she went to the bathroom and then seemed to fall to the ground. ...Why, now in the splendid guest room?

Cheng Qingcong remembered something less about the latter thing. As soon as she thought hard, her head hurt more. She lifted her fingertips and rubbed her eyebrows, then lifted the quilt out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After taking a hot bath, people were more comfortable. When Cheng Qingcong took a bag, he saw a cup of open mineral water on the cupboard beside the bed and drank most of it.

There were intermittent clips in Cheng Qingcong's mind. A man hugged her, fed her water, and reached out to help her wipe the water leaking from the corner of her mouth, and then covered her with a quilt...

Who is that man?

Cheng Qingcong racked his brain for a long time, but did not come up with it. He had to carry the bag and walked out of the room.

When Cheng Qingcong went to the front desk to check out, the lady at the front desk told her: "Mr. Qin has checked out last night."

Mr. Qin? Is that the person who takes care of her? But, which Mr. Qin?

Cheng Qingcong thought about all the men he knew, and did not find a surnamed Qin.

She frowned slightly and politely asked the lady at the front desk: "Excuse me, what is the full name of Mr. Qin?"

The lady at the front desk looked down at the record, raised her head, and smiled back at Cheng Qingcong: "Mr. Qin Yinan."

Qin Yinan... Qin Yinan... The name lingered silently in Cheng Qingcong's mouth several times before she suddenly remembered who it was.

It turned out to be him... the south of Qin who grew up with Miss Song's childhood.

Although she has seen him three times, the two of them have had a relationship in the ward, let alone being friends, not even acquaintances, but did not expect him to help her...