Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Enan... Su Zhinian stopped listening to these three words by pressing the remote control.

This is the first time she has asked for leave since he lived in his villa, right?

The first time to ask for leave...is for Qin Yinan... Su Zhinian's vision was slightly cold.

Song Qingchun waited for a while and saw that Su Zhinian just stared at the TV screen without any response, so he said again, "Mr. Su, is that okay?"

Su Zhinian seemed to not hear her voice, and continued to stare at the TV screen without blinking.

There was a silence in the room. When Song Qingzhen hesitated whether he would ask Su Zhinian again, the man's head suddenly turned and his eyes slowly moved to her.

His eyes were calm, without any slight fluctuations and fluctuations, but he looked at her so calmly, his eyes clearly showed no emotion, but Song Qingchun felt that his eyes seemed to hide a lot of things she didn't understand Discourse.

Su Zhinian stared at her for a long time without saying anything, and Song Qingchun's heart grew more tense, and his palms were covered with sweat.

Just when Song Qingchun felt that she might ask for leave without hope, Su Zhinian's golden lips finally moved: "How many hours' leave?"

Is this the rhythm he wants to leave?

A light gleamed in the face of Song Qingchun’s eyes, and the curved eyelashes blinked at Su Zhinian several times before the brain turned slightly. The banquet started at 8:30 and probably ended at 11:30, But she wants to go out at eight...

"Four..." Song Qingchun didn't finish this sentence before he changed his mouth again: "Three hours..."

She paused for a moment, and with some indecision, continued to add a tone in the back: "...right?"

The light at the bottom of her eyes, like a sharp knife, stung Su Zhinian's heart so painfully.

Does she really want to go to the party south of Qin? So it was only when he asked her to take a few hours of leave that his eyes would become so bright.

Su Zhinian's subconscious start, avoiding Song Qingchun's sight, the lips also squeezed hard.

His behavior made Song Qingqing feel the mountain-like heavy pressure. Like she was afraid of Su Zhinian's repentance, she hurriedly said: "Mr. Su, if there are a little more than three hours, those two and a half hours... If you don’t need two hours..."

Song Qingchun saw Su Zhinian still unmoved, secretly biting his teeth, and with a little compromise, he said: "That one and a half hours...Mr. Su, one and a half hours is the least. It will take an hour..."

"Twelve o'clock." Su Zhinian suddenly interrupted Song Qingchun's words.

"Uh?" Song Qingchun's voice was a little puzzled and looked at Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian firmly grasped the remote control in his hand and said in a very flat tone: "By twelve o'clock tonight, I must go home!"

Twelve o'clock?

It's still ten minutes to seven o'clock, that is to say, he allowed her a five-hour leave?

Song Qingchun's face flashed inconceivably at first, and then, like winning the lottery, he said with great joy: "Thank you Mr. Su!"

Song Qingchun didn't mind Su Zhinian's disregard for himself. He smiled and said, "Mr. Su, what are you going to eat at night?"