Chapter 29
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Song Qingchun stood there for a long time until her legs were numb. Then, as if coming to a decision, she slowly blinked her eyes before slowly turning around to walk up the stairs.
Song Qingchun moved very slowly. It took her five minutes to reach the second floor.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing the corridor in a golden glow. Song Qingchun stared at the study door twenty meters away for about half a minute before walking toward it.
The door to the study was closed, and there was no sound coming from inside. The three-hundred-square-meter bungalow was eerily quiet; Song Qingchun could hear her own heartbeat.
This door was a choice.
Song Qingchun's fists tightened like she was making a final struggle. However, this time, as if afraid that she might regret her decision, she raised her hand to knock on the door.
About five seconds after the knocking stopped, Su Zhinian's unique voice drifted out from inside the study. "Come in."
Song Qingchun pushed the door open silently and glanced in. She saw Su Zhinian sitting at the study table, typing away at his computer with a focused expression.
Song Qingchun walked to the table, holding her breath.
Su Zhinian's attention seemed to be completely absorbed by the computer; he did not even raise his head to look at Song Qingchun.
Song Qingchun waited for a moment before saying, "CEO Su."
Su Zhinian's eyes were still glued to the computer screen, and his expression did not change much. He merely replied with a muffled "hmm" before his fingers continued to fly across the keyboard.
Song Qingchun did not say anything to disturb Su Zhinian.
The study was unusually quiet except for the occasional sound of Su Zhinian typing on the keyboard.
Song Qingchun was getting bored from waiting, so she could not help but raise her head to study Su Zhinian surreptitiously.
He was wearing a simple white shirt, and the cuffs were slightly rolled up to reveal his fair and sexy wrists. His fingers that were typing on the keyboard were long and beautiful.
The sunlight outside the window was just right. It warmly shone through the window and landed on his body. It outlined the outline of his white shirt, making him look especially deep.
Song Qingchun really wanted to find some flaws in him, but no matter how critical she was, her criticism eventually turned into praise.
She was a reporter. She had interviewed many beautiful stars on the screen, but she had never seen a person whose temperament, facial features, and skin were better than hers.
She still had to admit that he was too perfect to be real.
For some reason, Song Qingchun was reminded of a comment left by a netizen who commented on one of Su Zhinian's pictures. "Wherever he is, the scenery is like a painting."
At that time, when she saw this sentence, she snorted disdainfully. She felt that the netizens were too blind. They had obviously chosen a good location to capture such a stunning result.
But now, she realized that it was not an exaggeration. It was the truth.
This man was born with a kind of ability. As long as he appeared, the scenery would become like a painting.
That was because he himself was a painting. It was not the scenery that complemented him, but he who embellished the scenery.
When Song Qingchun's legs started to ache from standing, Su Zhinian finally moved his gaze away from the computer. He glanced at Song Qingchun, leaned into the chair behind him, and asked calmly, "Have you made up your mind?"
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