Chapter 160 Heartfelt Closest to Sadness (9)

Holding the dice, Song Qingchun scanned the people who were playing cards with her, and then saw the person she was most afraid of seeing these days. The dice she was about to throw was held tightly in her palm.

Su Zhinian.

He was sitting on her left, and Tang Nuo was sitting opposite her.

Tang Nuo was talking to him, because the room was too noisy, his body leaned slightly towards Tang Nuo.

Tang Nuo was smoking, half of his face was hidden in the smoke, but it didn't affect his demeanor at all, as always, he was noble, quiet, clean and charming.

I don't know what Tang Nuo said to be happy, and he let out bursts of low laughter.

And his expression was indifferent. Even when Tang Nuo was most excited, he just rolled his eyelids lightly, vividly interpreting the deep and indifferent aura unique to him.

The president of the student union was sitting next to Song Qingchun, answering the phone. When he heard him say "baby" and "be careful", he knew that he was caring about his young master who just turned 100 days today.

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, the president reached out and knocked on the table in front of her, urging: "Youth, why are you so stupid, throw the dice!"

Song Qingchun was brought back to his senses, and as soon as he slightly bent his lips towards the chairman, Tang Nuo turned his head when he heard the sound. He took a deep breath with the end of his cigarette in his mouth, then pointed the cigarette into the ashtray, gently After flicking the cigarette ash, he smiled at Song Qingchun and said hello, "Primary school girl."

Tang Nuo was in the same class as Qin Yinan and Song Cheng. They were golf friends in high school. Every time they met her, they would call her "primary school girl". She was in the same class as her, but the title remained the same.

As soon as Tang Nuo finished speaking, Su Zhinian also turned his head and glanced at her.

Probably because of what Tang Nuo said just now, he was in a good mood, his gaze was not as cold as usual, and with the special lighting effects in the chess and card room, he was a bit like a gentle and jade-like son of a family.

But even so, when Song Qingchun met his gaze, her heart still tightened violently. The hand that was about to throw the dice suddenly tightened again. She tried her best to suppress the anxiety in her heart, and reluctantly rushed Watching Tang Nuo twitch the corner of his lips: "Senior Tang, long time no see."

Then she paused for a moment before throwing the dice.

Following her movements, Su Zhinian coolly looked away. Although she tried her best to cover up, he could still see her restraint and uneasiness.

Tang Nuo was a chatterbox many years ago, and he is still a chatterbox many years later. The president was happy with his son, and he drank a lot. During the card game, the two kept talking non-stop, and the atmosphere was hilarious.

Song Qingchun kept a posture and sat deadlocked to the end. In order not to make herself appear too nervous, she forced herself to focus all her attention on the chess and cards.

However, Su Zhinian's unique fresh and indifferent aura would always drift into her breath as he moved and played cards, making her unable to calm down.

The only consolation is that Song Qingchun's luck in cards today was extremely good. Except for the first two wins by the senior and Tang Nuo, she won almost all of the rest, and they were all played by Su Zhinian.

"Primary school girl, it's ok. I've won eighteen games in a row, right? The relationship between me and the president has become so bad!" When a new round started, Tang Nuo couldn't help but tease when he was drawing cards. After a few sentences, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Su Zhinian who was beside him.