Chapter 62 Her Syrup, His Arsenic (2)

Song Qingchun unknowingly raised his hand again to wrap around Su Zhinian's neck, rubbed his head against Su Zhinian's chest, and muttered again: "Brother Yinan..."

Su Zhinian pinched Song Qingchun's waist and suddenly increased his strength. He really wanted to slap this woman hard and let her see who he was, but he turned his head and watched her unconscious Looking at the personnel affairs, her brows twitched, and she hugged her in his arms, then glanced at the waiter with some hatred, and then attached herself to pick up Song Qingchun's scattered things on the ground.

When Su Zhinian walked out of the box with Song Qingchun in his arms, he still glared at the waiter at the door with lingering anger.

The waiter stuck to the wall tightly, looked at Su Zhinian who was about to walk by in front of him, took a deep breath, and said cautiously: "Sir..."

Su Zhinian turned his head slightly, his eyes turned coldly, "What else?"

The waiter closed his eyes tightly, and his voice was as low as a mosquito humming: "Sir, this lady hasn't paid yet..."

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Su Zhinian came out to check out, stuffed Song Qingchun into the car with a cold face, and then started the car hard.

Song Qingchun sat on the side extremely dishonestly, his body kept moving, and even reached out to the steering wheel.

Su Zhinian stepped on the brake hard, then turned sideways and tightened Song Qingchun's seat belt. After taking a look at her flailing arms, she pulled her tie out of the car and held her two hands with one hand. Around the wrist, the tie was wound up twice, and it was tied tightly.

Song Qingchun, who couldn't move, became much more honest, but his mouth started to murmur again.

"Not long after I left, I began to worry about how you are doing today. The whole picture is you, and I can't sleep thinking about you."

"My happiness is you, I will laugh when I think about you, how hard it is for me without you."

Su Zhinian controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and rubbed his painful temples with the other.

"How important you are to me, I regret not letting you know... I can only watch from a distance, I can do all of these, but that person is no longer me..."

"Brother Yinan...I..."

As if he knew what Song Qingchun was going to say next, Su Zhinian suddenly reached out, took two pieces of chewing gum from the box beside him, and stuffed them into Song Qingchun's mouth.

Song Qingchun, who had sugar in his mouth, completely fell silent.

With a straight face, Su Zhinian drove the car extremely fast.

Back at the villa, Su Zhinian carried Song Qingchun out of the car. He walked to the door, hugged Song Qingchun with one arm, and entered the password with the other. Just after entering three words, Song Qingchun suddenly turned to him There was a sound of vomiting in front of his chest.

Song Qingchun vomited... all over him.

Su Zhinian paused in front of the combination lock for a while, then squinted at Song Qingchun, who didn't understand the current state at all, leaned her head on the dirt she had spit on his chest with a smile, and rubbed it vigorously. Rubbing, dirty face and hair.

Su Zhinian, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, almost threw up when he saw this scene. He shook his hands, quickly entered the password, and then grabbed Song Qingchun by the arm without any politeness, dragged her upstairs, and threw her in. in the bathroom.

Su Zhinian turned on the faucet, washed Song Qingchun's hair and face clean with trembling fingers, and then continued to take off his dirty shirt with trembling fingers.