Chapter 152: Sincerity Is Closest to Sadness (1)

Who is she talking to?

Su Zhinian frowned, changed her shoes unsteadily, and staggered into the living room, only then did she see a mobile phone in her hand.

So it was on the phone... Before Su Zhinian's slow-response brain thought of wondering who Song Qingchun was calling, he already knew who was calling her.

"Brother Yinan, you drank so much, let's stop chatting and go to bed early."

Su Zhinian's body froze, and his footsteps suddenly stopped in place.

Qin Yinan... So she was on the phone with Qin Yinan... She refused to take his ride, just to send Qin Yinan home. She took Qin Yinan well and returned to his villa , still on the phone with him...

A fire shot up from the bottom of Su Zhinian's heart, burning with strong sourness and astringency.

He stared fixedly at Song Qingchun, and saw a warm and gentle smile blooming on her face, her tone was sweet, waxy, and charming: "I see, Brother Yinan, I'm going to bed too ..."

Su Zhinian clenched his fist suddenly, and he felt a certain part of his left chest, which was painful and swollen, as if it was about to explode at any moment, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

He stared at her flowery smiling face, narrowed his eyes suddenly, controlled her hand holding the phone, and let go suddenly.

"En...goodbye, Brother Yinan...tonight..." Song Qingchun was about to say the last word "An" in a soft tone, when the hand holding the mobile phone suddenly opened, and the mobile phone was straight from her palm. It fell and hit the marble floor hard.

Soon, Song Qingchun blinked her eyes and came back to her senses. She first glanced at the empty palm in bewilderment, then lowered her head, and saw that the screen of the mobile phone was completely shattered, and the connected phone had been dropped. hang up.

Did she just shake? Did you drop your phone on the ground?

Song Qingchun frowned, and when he bent down to pick up the phone, the corner of his eye glanced behind him, and at some point, there was a person standing there.

Song Qingchun gave a shock all over his body, then turned around abruptly, and saw Su Zhinian standing about half a meter away in front of him with tight lips.

When did he come home? He actually stood behind her without saying a word, it was frightening to death...

Song Qingchun took a deep breath before he calmed down, and then he noticed that Su Zhinian's face was very ugly, and the eyes staring straight at her were cold and frighteningly cold.

Song Qingchun instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She tried her best to suppress the tension in her heart. She gently pulled her lips at Su Zhinian, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Su, are you back?"

Su Zhinian turned a deaf ear to her, staring at her without even blinking.

When he had dinner with her at night, he was fine, why is it like this now?

Song Qingchun's heart fluttered when Su Zhinian looked at her. She clenched her fists subconsciously, smiled at him reluctantly, and said, "Mr. Su, would you like something to drink?"

Su Zhinian still didn't respond, but Song Qingchun could clearly feel his pupils shrinking rapidly, and a sharp breath came towards her, causing her breathing to tense suddenly, and the tone of her voice after that was a little bit Trembling slightly: "Why don't you take a bath first? I'll put hot water for you?"