Chapter 688 The More You Conceal It, the Deeper It Becomes (8)

Su Zhinian didn't bring much, but it took a long time to sort it out.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Su Zhinian entered the study, lay down in front of the desk, took a pen and wrote a diary, then put the diary and notebook together in the suitcase, raised his wrist, and glanced at the time. It's almost half past eight.

The flight is at twelve o'clock and we should leave for the airport now.

Su Zhinian put on his coat, picked up his suitcase, and went downstairs.

Before leaving the house, he turned off the electricity and water gates of the villa.

Su Zhinian put the suitcase in the trunk, took one last look at the villa where she had lived with him for a hundred days, then got in the car, turned the steering wheel, and left slowly.

At ten o'clock, Su Zhinian arrived at Beijing International Airport on time.

He applied for the boarding pass in an orderly manner, then stored his luggage, passed the security check, and entered the VIP lounge at exactly 10:30.

There was still an hour and five minutes until he boarded the plane.

After the heavy snowfall, the weather in Beijing is particularly good, with blue sky and white clouds and bright sunshine.

Su Zhinian sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the lounge, watching planes one after another land in the airport and take off again.

At the end, he leaned against the back of the rest chair and closed his eyes after not sleeping all night.

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Song Qingchun didn't sleep well all night. When he closed his eyes, all he had in his mind were messy dreams, some of which were real and some of which were imaginary.

At three o'clock in the morning, she was so tortured that she had an unbearable headache. She immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She went downstairs to pour herself a glass of hot water. After drinking it, she felt a little better. She returned upstairs, turned on the TV, and then I haven't even closed my eyes.

Song Qingchun had a morning visit at 7:30. She washed up at 6 o'clock, tidied up, and drove out of the house.

After the morning visit, it was already half past nine, which was the time to go to work. Song Qingchun followed the traffic and went to TW Company.

After being busy until ten o'clock, Song Qingchun finally had a chance to breathe. While she was making coffee in the tea room, she took out her mobile phone to play with it and glanced at the time.

There are only two hours left before Su Zhinian's plane takes off... At this time, he must have arrived at the airport and checked in, right?

Song Qingchun stared at the screen of her phone to calm down. After the water boiled, she quickly stuffed her phone into her pocket, made a cup of coffee, and carried it back to the office.

Free time always stretched to an infinite length and was unbearable. Song Qingchun put the half-drunk coffee on the table, packed his bag, and prepared to go to "Jinling" in advance for Qin Yinan's lunch appointment.

Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan made an appointment to meet at "Jinling" at eleven o'clock. Qin Yinan was off work today. When Song Qingchun arrived at ten forty, Qin Yinan was already waiting in the lobby of Jinling.

Qin Yinan had reserved a seat in advance. When he saw Song Qingchun come in, he immediately stood up.

The male waiter who followed him politely led them to the second floor.

Along the luxuriously decorated corridor, he turned left and right several times, and finally stopped in front of a private room.

When Song Qingchun saw the two pots of delicate peonies placed at the door, his whole body felt as if his acupuncture points had been tapped, and he was instantly stunned.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yinan, who was standing next to her, noticed something strange about her, turned his head and asked with concern.

Song Qingchun didn't speak, but slowly moved his eyes upward. When he saw the three words "Peony Pavilion" gilded on it, his body trembled slightly again.