Chapter 48 100 Days of Cohabitation (8)

During the whole dinner, Song Qingchun was like a full-fledged little maid, standing in front of the dining table every step of the way, filling up Su Zhinian's bowl as soon as it ran out of soup, and adding rice as soon as it ran out.

When Su Zhinian was on the way to eat, he hoped to glance at Song Qingchun. As soon as the girl caught his eye, he immediately lowered his head. He stared at her for a while, but finally he didn't say what he wanted to say, and continued to turn around. head, eating in silence, allowing her to stand aside and watch him eat.

After Su Zhinian finished his dinner, he left the restaurant without stopping for a moment, and turned into the restroom beside him.

When Su Zhinian came out after rinsing his mouth, he glanced into the dining room and saw Song Qingchun sitting alone in front of the huge dining table, eating his leftovers with his head down.

On weekdays, he is the one who sits at the dining table and eats alone, and he doesn't feel too empty.

Perhaps it was because she was too thin that he actually felt a little pitiful for her.

Su Zhinian stood in a daze for a long time before turning around and leaving.

After Song Qingchun finished his meal, he cleaned up the kitchen and dining room, and then walked carefully to the living room with the fruit plate he had cut.

The TV was still on and an advertisement was broadcasting. Su Zhinian held a document in his hand, but didn't read it. Instead, he looked out of the window sideways, as if thinking about something, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Song Qingchun put the fruit plate on the coffee table and reminded him in a low voice, "Mr. Su, fruit."

Su Zhinian's long eyelashes flickered twice, then he turned his head slowly, nodded slightly at Song Qingchun with a calm expression, and returned his attention to the document in his hand.

The room was very quiet, except for the slight sound coming from the TV, there was only the occasional sound of Su Zhinian flipping through papers in his hands.

Su Zhinian didn't look at the document for long, and turned his head to the window again.

The lights are on in the house, and the windows are like a mirror, clearly reflecting the scene inside the house.

He saw Song Qingchun leaning against a wall far away from him, with his head down, looking at his phone.

She should be chatting with someone, her fingers kept pressing the phone screen, and a smile appeared on her lips from time to time.

She might have been standing in one position for too long, and she was a little tired. When she changed her position, she raised her head, and her eyes just happened to look at the window. Su Zhinian took a step ahead of her, turned her head calmly, and turned her head slightly. I glanced at the document in my hand, then stared at the densely packed black letters on it for a while, and suddenly said in a calm voice, "Make a cup of coffee."

Maybe it was because the room had been quiet for too long, but Su Zhinian suddenly uttered four words, which made Song Qingchun a little overwhelmed. She raised her head and stared at him for a while, only to realize later. Jue let out an "oh", stuffed the phone into his pocket, and entered the restaurant.

Song Qingchun walked up to Su Zhinian with the coffee, and was about to bend over to put it on the coffee table, when the man stretched out his hand towards her.

Song Qingchun hurriedly handed the coffee cup to Su Zhinian.

When Su Zhinian took the coffee cup, he inadvertently touched Song Qingchun's fingertips. Song Qingchun's hand trembled, and more than half of the coffee spilled onto Su Zhinian's trouser legs.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Su." Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian's face in fear, hurriedly put the coffee cup on the coffee table, took out a tissue, and wiped it on his legs.