Chapter 603 Song Qingchun’s Temptation (3)

In the middle of the conference call in Su Zhinian's study, he heard the sound of entering the password from the door.

He frowned, thinking that he had heard wrongly, so he turned down the computer volume slightly, and then heard the sound of the iron door being pushed open, followed by the sound of someone walking into the courtyard.

Not many people knew his family's password. Apart from Tang Nuo, only Song Qingchun...

Su Zhinian said "Sorry" to the computer, stood up, and walked quickly to the window, where he saw Song Qingchun walking unsteadily towards the door of the house.

Su Zhinian didn't even have time to say hello to the people waiting for him in the meeting on the computer, so he hurriedly opened the study door and went downstairs.

When he opened the door, she raised her hand and was about to enter the password.

It's so late, what is she doing here?

Su Zhinian's eyebrows frowned subconsciously. Just as he was about to ask her out loud, he saw her smile softly at him and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I'm late."

What a familiar sentence... She had said this sentence to him many times during the hundred days she lived in his house... Su Zhinian froze as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points. In situ.

Song Qingchun waited for a moment and saw that he still didn't speak. Thinking that he was unhappy again, he still said in the same soft tone just now: "Mr. Su, I promise I will never come back so late in the future."

As she said that, she walked toward the house. When she was crossing the door, she didn't lift her feet and tripped herself. The man rushed toward the house. Fortunately, he stood in front of her. She just threw herself into his arms, and he smelled a faint smell of alcohol.

Did she drink? Su Zhinian's eyebrows moved, but before she could say anything, she struggled out of his arms, stood firm in front of him, raised her head, and smiled warmly at him: "Mr. Su, have you eaten? ?”

It turned out that she was drunk and thought she was still living in his villa... Su Zhinian was afraid that she would fall. Before she left, the fingertips that were holding her arm began to tremble slightly.

He was always like this, silent... She thought silently in her heart, continued to smile at him, and asked in a particularly gentle tone: "I'm going to cook for you now..."

With that said, she threw off his arm, walked around him, and walked towards the restaurant.

As she walked, she kept talking: "Mr. Su, what do you want to eat? Oh, you like to eat pickled fish, so we will make pickled fish, beef, and braised eggplant... Well, let's have another one. Can tofu soup be okay?”

Time is like a reverse flow, returning to the long-lost past.

It used to be such a happy and comfortable time, but now, revisiting the old days makes people feel as sad as a knife.

Listening to Song Qingchun's questioning tone, Su Zhinian's eyes suddenly became a little sour. His lips moved for a long time. It wasn't until she entered the restaurant that he uttered a very low voice: "Okay."

Su Zhinian was just about to close the door. When he went to the restaurant, he saw Song Qingchun staggering out of it again, holding the trolley he bought specifically for going to the supermarket when she lived at his house.

"Mr. Su, there are no vegetables in the refrigerator. I have to go to the supermarket. I will be back soon."

Su Zhinian's eyes became sore. He knew that she was drunk and wouldn't know anything, but he still turned away from her.