Chapter 225
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Song Qingchun picked it up out of curiosity, and when she saw the content, her expression froze.
It was the toll receipt for the highway. It clearly stated the time and location of the highway.
When Su Zhinian called me, didn't he say he was near the northern part of the city?
Why was it written on the bill that the departure point was from Beijing?
Song Qingchun clicked open the call history on her phone. The time Su Zhinian had called her was about twenty minutes earlier than the time listed on the bill. In other words, he had left the city after his call with me?
Song Qingchun stared unblinkingly at the piece of paper in her hand. Her eyes were calm, but her heart was raging with shock.
So … he didn't pick me up because he was close to me but purposely picked me up?
Even … from the city to where she was, even if he didn't break any rules, it would take at least four hours. But he only took a little more than an hour … So he was speeding the entire way?
Song Qingchun was reminded of the time when he had slammed on the brakes when she was on the phone with him. At the time, she had panicked, but when he had stopped, she had calmed down.
Now that she thought about it, she realized with shock how dangerous the situation had been!
Song Qingchun's fingers that held the piece of paper started to shake.
He didn't treat her very well. Most of the time, he spoke to her coldly. In fact, when they quarreled, he was even more ruthless than she was. Moreover, even after they met again, he used all sorts of sharp and sarcastic words to make her feel as embarrassed as possible.
Therefore, deep in her heart, she had a feeling that they both hated each other.
But she really didn't expect that night …
Song Qingchun's heart was a mess.
The car door was suddenly pulled open, and Song Qingchun came back to herself. She gripped the piece of paper in her palm and raised her head to look at Su Zhinian.
The man glanced at her coldly, and his tone was devoid of emotion. "You're not going to sleep?"
Song Qingchun nodded wordlessly.
Su Zhinian started the car again and drove back to Beijing.
Song Qingchun's mind was filled with that piece of paper. She struggled internally for a long time before asking, "Where did you pick me up from?"
Su Zhinian stared straight ahead and answered calmly, "Yang Lin Holiday Resort."
Su Zhinian turned the steering wheel to change the lane and overtook a big car. Then, thinking his answer was too boring, he added, "This afternoon, CEO Zhang from Lu Yang is playing golf there."
Song Qingchun replied with an "oh", but internally, she grumbled, Liar, you came from the city!
Liar! Liar Su!
After Song Qingchun grumbled internally, she frowned involuntarily. Why would he lie to me?
Song Qingchun could not help but stare at Su Zhinian through the rear-view mirror.
The streetlights on both sides of the highway swept across his face, making his smooth profile look even more perfect.
However, there was a hint of tiredness on his face, probably caused by the long high-speed driving.
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