Chapter 42 100 Days of Cohabitation (2)

Song Qingchun was taken aback by Su Zhinian's sudden words. When she came back to her senses, Su Zhinian walked a long way.

In the restaurant, Song Qingchun brought the porridge in front of Su Zhinian, then took a pair of chopsticks and put them in front of him.

Su Zhinian sat at the dining table, facing Song Qingchun's future waiter, without any change in expression on his face.

Song Qingchun, who had already been oppressed by the atmosphere and seemed to see through, waited until Su Zhinian moved his chopsticks, and immediately said, "I'll go and take my luggage upstairs."

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes and blew on the hot porridge, then hummed softly.

Song Qingchun finished packing her luggage and came down. It was already past seven o'clock. She stepped into the dining room and hadn't spoken yet. Su Zhinian, who had already heard the movement, raised her eyelids to look at her, and then tapped the seat opposite her with his chin. , motioning her to sit down and have breakfast.

Song Qingchun stood still.

Su Zhinian frowned slightly, then raised his head to look at Song Qingchun, thinking that she didn't understand what he meant, and just about to speak, he heard Song Qingchun's voice: "Mr. Su, after breakfast, Just put it on the table and clean it up when I come over at night."

Su Zhinian didn't make a sound, and the action of picking up vegetables stopped. As if he knew the meaning of Song Qingchun's words, he stared at the porridge in front of him for a while, and then glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was already seven o'clock very.

Song Qingchun continued: "Mr. Su, if you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

Su Zhinian still didn't speak, but his expression became obviously a little cold.

Seeing Su Zhinian's slow response, Song Qingchun thought he had acquiesced, so he said again, "Mr. Su, goodbye..."

Before Song Qingchun could finish his sentence, the chopsticks in Su Zhinian's hand suddenly slammed down on the table with a "snap".

Song Qingchun was so frightened that he stopped speaking abruptly. Even though Su Zhinian's expression did not change, Song Qingchun knew he was upset. She was silent for a long time before speaking again: "As you said, seven o'clock in the evening I'll be here until seven o'clock in the morning, and it's already ten past seven..."

Yes, this is what he said, but it made him angry for no reason when it came out of her mouth.

Su Zhinian suddenly grabbed the porcelain bowl in front of him and threw it viciously on the ground.

There was still half a bowl of porridge left in the bowl, and it splashed everywhere, and some of it even fell on Song Qingchun's hair.

Because of his reaction, Song Qingchun lost the rest of the words on her lips. She instinctively took a step back, then took two steps forward, squatted down, and began to tidy up the broken bowls on the floor.

The anger in Su Zhinian's chest was burning even more fiercely. He stared at Song Qingchun who was squatting on the ground for about two seconds, and suddenly said in a cold voice, "Aren't you going to leave? What are you doing squatting there?" ?”

Song Qingchun's hand trembled, his fingertips were scratched by the tiles, and beads of blood sprang out quickly.

Su Zhinian's voice suddenly became more piercing: "Get lost!"

Song Qingchun didn't pause this time, and without even looking at Su Zhinian, he stood up and left.

Su Zhinian heard Song Qingchun's footsteps walking away, and his whole body suddenly became a little weak. This feeling of powerlessness made a certain place deep in his body ache a bit piercingly.