Chapter 454 Her Proactive Approach (4)

No wonder he lost so much weight, no wonder he had a fever...

Sometimes, the truest and deepest feelings often come so quietly that no one notices them.

But this feeling that comes quietly is not really silent, because it will prompt you to do things you "shouldn't" do.

Just like Song Qingchun at this moment, she clearly understood in her heart that Su Zhinian's life and death, pain and suffering had nothing to do with me, but when she saw the takeaway on his table and the empty refrigerator, not only was she fine, After Guan Ji left, he also cleaned up the takeout orders on the table and the takeout orders Su Zhinian had posted on the back door of the restaurant, and threw them into the trash can. He also went to the supermarket to buy two carts of food and put them away. Su Zhinian's refrigerator was full to the brim, and he finally went to the kitchen to cook a large table of sumptuous meals for Su Zhinian.

Song Qingchun wasted an hour and a half in the supermarket. She was cooking, cooking porridge, and making soup. When everything was done, Song Qingchun took out her phone and looked at the time. It was already half past five in the evening. .

Song Qingchun almost collapsed and blurted out a national curse without thinking: "It's so late?"

She originally wanted to take advantage of Su Zhinian's infusion time to prepare everything for him, and then leave silently. But I didn't expect that I would be so busy late at night.

She stretched out a hand and counted with her fingers: "Dr. Xia arrived at around 1:30. If the earliest time for Su Waiwei's injection is at that time, then at the latest it will be 4:30. The fight is over…”

Song Qingchun thought that she had been in the kitchen all the time and turned on the smoke machine. The buzzing noise made her not hear anything going on outside at all.

She frowned and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "At this time, Doctor Xia must have left long ago, right?"

"But Su Waimai probably didn't go downstairs, right?" Song Qingchun's dark eyes suddenly filled with hope: "If he makes such a loud noise from the smoking machine, he will definitely hear it if he goes downstairs, and he will definitely come to the kitchen by then. Take a look..."

Song Qingchun bit her finger and analyzed, staring at the porridge that was not cooked yet, thinking for a while, and then turned the heat down slightly: "It's still too late to escape before Su Waiwai notices it... …”

Song Qingchun said, opened the kitchen door, ran out quickly, and when she was about to rush to the door of the restaurant, she seemed to have remembered something, and returned to the dining table, holding the pen and paper on it, While muttering under his breath, he wrote: "The porridge is in the kitchen. It will take about twenty minutes to turn off the heat."

After writing, Song Qingchun quickly threw away the pen, stuck the note in the center of the dining table, and ran quickly towards the door of the restaurant.

She first stuck her head out and looked around. There was no one in the living room. Then she breathed a long sigh of relief, and then walked tiptoe towards the entrance.

When Song Qingchun walked to the sofa, she took her bag and took a deep breath. She was about to run out of Su Zhinian's villa in one go, but she heard the clatter of slippers coming downstairs behind her. Voice.

Song Qingchun's body stiffened, and she instinctively turned her head, seeing Su Zhinian walking slowly down the stairs with his hands in his pockets.