Chapter 41 100 Days of Cohabitation (1)

Song Qingchun didn't sleep soundly. He woke up once in a while. Seeing that Su Zhinian hadn't come back, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to close his eyes. The sound of the car came.

Perhaps because her emotions were too tense, the sound of a car moving could be heard in Song Qingchun's ears from time to time. She opened her eyes, and when she was trying to tell if she was having auditory hallucinations again, she saw car lights shining directly on the window. Above, the light is strong and blinding.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, Song Qingchun stood up from the sofa suddenly. Through the window, she saw the car slowly come to a stop. Su Zhinian got out of the car, slammed the door behind her back, and headed towards the house step by step. come.

Song Qingchun's heart beat faster and faster. She stood stiffly in place, holding her breath, and stared at the door without blinking.

It wasn't until Song Qingchun heard the sound of the door lock entering the password that she quickly regained her senses and hurried to the entrance.

Before Song Qingchun had time to open the door, Su Zhinian pushed the door open and entered.

His hair is a little messy, probably because he has been busy for a long time, he is a little tired, and the line of his jaw is a little tight, making him look more indifferent than usual.

Song Qingchun just took a quick look at Su Zhinian, then quickly squatted down, took a pair of slippers and placed them in front of him: "Are you back?"

Su Zhinian changed his shoes without saying a word, let alone responding to Song Qingchun's words, he didn't even glance at her, and went upstairs as if she was a transparent person.

It only took Su Zhinian a minute from entering the room to returning to the bedroom, but in this minute, Song Qingchun's back broke out in a lot of cold sweat.

Su Zhinian's return completely relieved Song Qingchun of her sleepiness. She found her phone from the sofa and checked the time. It was already six o'clock in the morning.

Song Qingchun's fearful mood all night relaxed at this moment.

There is still one hour until seven o'clock... In other words, there is still one hour before she can stay under the same roof with him... And in this hour, she can use it for breakfast As an excuse to avoid Su Zhinian...

Last night's dinner was still well preserved in the incubator, but Song Qingchun not only re-cooked breakfast, but also cooked millet porridge which took a long time. By the time breakfast was ready, it was already 6:45.

Only fifteen minutes left...

Song Qingchun spent another five minutes scribbling in the kitchen before going upstairs and knocking on the door of Su Zhinian's bedroom: "Mr. Su, breakfast is ready."

Su Zhinian still didn't speak, but through the door, Song Qingchun heard footsteps approaching, and then the door was pulled open.

Su Zhinian changed into casual home clothes. She should have just taken a shower. The fragrance of the bath on her body was very strong, and it smelled very good, it was that kind of elegant light fragrance.

He still didn't speak, just brushed past her and went downstairs.

Song Qingchun followed behind him, always keeping a distance.

When Su Zhinian walked up to the third last step, he saw the pink suitcase placed against the wall. He paused for a moment, and then noticed the crumpled sofa.

Su Zhinian frowned slightly, then turned around suddenly, and looked at Song Qingchun behind him.

Song Qingchun's fingertips trembled in fright at Su Zhinian's sudden action, and then he saw the man pointing to a door next to his bedroom upstairs, and said in a flat tone, "That room you live in."