Chapter 440
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However, I wonder if she understands that his coldness is actually a sign of his deep love for her?
A light sadness permeated the air. His eyes that stared out the window were filled with pain and sadness.
However, he was sad, sad that he would have to live another life of darkness …
After Cheng Qingchong passed the letter to Su Zhinian, he couldn't focus on his work anymore.
His body felt more and more uncomfortable, like his fever was rising again. Eventually, Su Zhinian found it hard to breathe, so he grabbed his car keys and left the company.
The weather in Beijing during early summer often changed.
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 When Su Zhinian was on the road, the sun was shining brightly, but after ten minutes of driving, the whole city turned dark. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled. Then, raindrops the size of fists started to fall.
The terrible weather made the roads even more difficult to drive on.
There was a traffic accident on the main road, so Su Zhinian exited from the exit and moved slowly along the side road.
When he was almost at People's Hospital, Su Zhinian saw a familiar person standing by the roadside.
When he got close, Su Zhinian was sure he was not mistaken. He stepped on the brake slowly to stop before the man. He rolled down the window and greeted, "Uncle Song."
That day was the day Song Menghwa had his medical checkup, so the family car was not allowed on the road. The old butler had driven the car out of the city yesterday and had not returned yet.
After lunch, Song Menghwa saw that the weather was good, so he simply called a taxi to the hospital. Who knew that after a series of examinations, he would encounter such bad weather when he came out.
It was hard to hail a taxi at the entrance of the hospital, and with the bad weather, Song Menghwa waited for twenty minutes with an umbrella, but there was no taxi. He was considering calling Song Qingchun to pick him up when he saw a car stop before him. As the window rolled down, a light greeting drifted out. "Uncle Song."
Song Menghwa bent down and realized it was Su Zhinian sitting in the car. He immediately smiled and said, "Zhinian, what a coincidence."
"You're waiting for a taxi?" Su Zhinian asked as he glanced at the situation behind him through the rear-view mirror. Then, he got out of the car and walked to the front passenger seat to open the door. "Uncle Song, let me drive you home."
The rain was heavy. Su Zhinian got out of the car, and within two minutes, his clothes were completely soaked.
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Perhaps the older people get, they become like children and like to talk.
Song Menghwa chatted with Su Zhinian along the way.
Su Zhinian did not mind and patiently chatted with Song Menghwa along the way.
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Su Zhinian initially planned to leave after dropping Song Menghwa home, but Song Menghwa was too friendly and insisted on dragging him home for dinner.
Su Zhinian really could not reject the offer, so he had no choice but to drive the car into the Song family's front yard.
The Song Family was still the same as when he lived there, but after so many years, the furniture looked a little old.
Song Menghwa's temperament was exactly the same as before. He was very enthusiastic. Seeing that his clothes were wet, he specially brought him upstairs to take a hot bath.
Song Menghwa took him to the room he used to live in. The furniture he used back then was still there, even the placement of the furnishings had not changed.
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