Chapter 332 I Don’t Have the Confidence to Fall Out (2)

Song Qingchun was so surprised by Su Zhinian's reaction that he raised his head. In just a few seconds, he had already reached the door of the lounge. He opened the door, stepped in without any pause, and then closed the door with his backhand. Throw it on and make a loud "bang".

Why did he leave in the middle of talking to her?

Song Qingchun stared at the closed door, frowning in confusion, and then the thoughts that had just been interrupted by Su Zhinian connected again.

Su, Su's mysophobia, unexpectedly, just now, had, reacted,...

Song Qingchun's face burned even more. Su Zhinian was obviously not in the office at this time, but she still lowered her head in confusion. She grabbed the blanket's hand and couldn't help but increase her strength. After a while, she again Loosening and then tightening her grip, she repeated this action many times as if hesitating something, then stretched out her hand and slowly landed on the place where Su Zhinian had just touched, as if It was like an electric shock. As soon as she touched it, she quickly retracted her fingers. After a few seconds of pause, she dropped her trembling hands again. This time, she did not take back her hands. Instead, she paused quietly on them for a while before her fingers clicked. He buttoned his jeans hard and started to move, as if he was trying to dig something out from there.

Su Zhinian entered the lounge and never came out. The office was completely quiet, and the weird atmosphere never dissipated.

After an unknown amount of time, the office door was pushed open silently. Song Qingchun looked instinctively and saw Cheng Qingcong deliberately slowing down, fearing that the high heels would make a sound, so he walked in lightly.

Cheng Qingcong was startled for a moment when she saw that there was no one in front of her desk. Then she turned to look in the direction of the hanging chair. When she saw Song Qingchun waking up, her tense body relaxed and her steps followed. It became much more natural: "Miss Song, where is Mr. Su?"

Just as Song Qingchun was about to answer, the door to the lounge was opened, and Su Zhinian walked out of it calmly, his eyes falling directly on Cheng Qingcong: "What's wrong?"

When Song Qingchun came to her lips, Su Zhinian's voice choked her throat. The heat on her face, which had finally gone away, came up again. She didn't even dare to look at Su Zhinian. After reading it, he hurriedly turned the face that was originally looking at Cheng Qingcong out of the window.

Cheng Qingcong quickly moved his gaze from Song Qingchun to Su Zhinian and said, "Mr. Su, you have a meeting now. Everyone is already waiting for you in the conference room."

Su Zhinian said "hmm", as if Song Qingchun didn't exist at all, and without even glancing towards her from the corner of his eye, he strode towards the office door.

Cheng Qingcong was stunned by Su Zhinian's too indifferent performance, and subconsciously glanced at Song Qingchun. The girl and the big boss behaved almost exactly the same, with a calm face and straight eyes. Looking out the window, he also had no intention of looking towards the big boss.

As Su Zhinian walked out of the door, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to bring the meeting materials. He didn't even look back. He just said lightly, "Take the files on my desk," and left at a leisurely pace.

When Cheng Qingcong took the documents and walked out of the office, Su Zhinian had already entered the conference room.