Chapter 634 You Haven’t Met Me, I Haven’t Loved You (4)

"So..." As Su Zhinian said, he bent slightly, grabbed her chin, and turned her head to the mirror beside the conference room.

Through the clean mirror, Song Qingchun saw herself inside, naked, and Su Zhinian standing in front of her, neatly dressed.

She was so embarrassed, and he was so noble... Such a strong contrast was better than a thousand words in his mouth, like a loud slap on her face.

He is interested in your body, but he is only interested in your body. If he really cares about you, why would he let you be embarrassed and disheveled?

"...Do you understand now? I won't touch you when I'm sober...and you know it yourself, every time I touch you, it's always when I'm delirious and drunk, right? "

As he spoke, her tears fell one by one and fell on his fingertips.

His lips pursed silently, the expression on his face became colder and colder, and the words in his mouth became more cruel and decisive: "...That's all because you look so much alike. Tingting’s face, when I was drunk, I recognized you as her.”

Song Qingchun lowered her head in embarrassment. Her tears were like broken pearls, falling harder and harder. She even began to sob softly: "Stop talking... I know, please stop talking..."

Su Zhinian seemed not to have heard her words and continued to open and close his mouth lukewarmly: "Frankly speaking, if you didn't look like Tingting, I wouldn't even bother to look at you... You If you really want to be so mean, you have to do it with me, it doesn’t matter, I don’t mind if you sleep with me, anyway, your face looks so much like Tingting, it can comfort my heart of missing her..."

"I beg you, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking!" When Su Zhinian said that long paragraph, Song Qingchun kept muttering this sentence.

But he never stopped and continued: "However, the premise is that even if I sleep with you, you are just her substitute to me..."

Song Qingchun, who was at a loss, suddenly raised his hand crazily, opened Su Zhinian's hand that was holding his chin, then tightly covered his ears, and continued to shout in a sharp voice: "Stop talking, do not talk!"

But his words, as if infinitely amplified, still penetrated into her ears.

"Don't ever imagine that you will become my lover..."

Song Qingchun suddenly screamed, and then she jumped down from her desk in a panic, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and put them on randomly.

Su Zhinian stood aside quietly, watching her panicked actions with cold eyes, his eyebrows calm and without any emotion.

Song Qingchun put on her clothes and without even looking at Su Zhinian, she lowered her head and stuffed the things she had dumped on the table into her bag, then stumbled out of the conference room.

Su Zhinian, who was standing in the conference room, heard Cheng Qingcong's concerned voice outside the door: "Miss Song? What's wrong with you?"

"Miss Song, be careful..." As Cheng Qingcong finished speaking, Su Zhinian heard a sound similar to someone hitting a chair.