Chapter 473
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Fortunately, his tendons and bones were not injured. It was just that he had twisted it a little too much, and it was slightly red and swollen.
Su Zhinian sighed in relief and turned to look at Cheng Qingchong. He was about to say something when he was reminded of what Song Qingchun had told him earlier. "This has nothing to do with Miss Cheng; I was too careless." After a moment of silence, he adjusted his tone before asking, "Have you bought the safflower oil?"
"I've already told the waiter to go get it," Cheng Qingchong replied immediately. After a pause, she added, "I'll go take a look; it should be arriving soon."
Su Zhinian nodded lightly without saying anything else.
Just as Cheng Qingchong predicted, when she pulled open the door, the waiter who went to buy the safflower oil was already there.
Cheng Qingchong accepted it, thanked the waiter, walked to Su Zhinian's side, and passed it to him.
When Su Zhinian reached out to accept it, his eyes glanced at the dining table out of the corner of his eyes. His gaze paused for a moment before turning to look at the untouched dishes on the table. He raised his hand to touch the plate; it was already cold. Frowning, he asked Song Qingchun, "Why didn't you eat dinner?"
When Su Zhinian reached for the plate, his arm happened to brush past Song Qingchun's face. The various scents of perfumes crawled into her nose. She frowned slightly, and her mood dropped even further. She turned her head away to show Su Zhinian the back of her head, but she still didn't say anything.
Su Zhinian waited patiently for a while, and when he realized she was still silent and didn't show any sign of displeasure, his gaze fell on Cheng Qingchong.
Cheng Qingchong immediately reported everything she knew. "Miss Song has been in a bad mood tonight. After the dishes arrived, she didn't even move her chopsticks …"
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 Following Cheng Qingchong's words, Su Zhinian's heart skipped a beat. His hand that was twisting the cap off the bottle stopped, and he suddenly opened his mouth to interrupt Cheng Qingchong. "Go get the waiter to remove these cold dishes and bring them a new set."
"Yes, CEO Su," Cheng Qingchong replied.
Su Zhinian looked at the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the table. He thought about it and added, "Freshly squeezed orange juice, don't add ice."
"Yes." Seeing that Su Zhinian had nothing else to say, Cheng Qingchong walked out of the room to inform the waiter.
The almost untouched dishes on the table were quickly removed by the waiter.
The room returned to silence. Cheng Qingchong closed the door and saw Su Zhinian pouring safflower oil into his palm. She was reminded of CEO Lee, so she asked, "CEO Su, have you signed the contract with CEO Lee?"
With Cheng Qingchong's reminder, Su Zhinian was suddenly reminded that CEO Lee was still among the girls upstairs.
Su Zhinian glanced at Song Qingchun, and without giving it much thought, he told Cheng Qingchong, "CEO Lee is still upstairs, go and comfort him."
"But President Su, if I go, President Li may not be willing to sign the contract …"
Song Qingchun was obviously still unhappy. She had been hurt right under his nose, so how could he have the energy to care about the girl upstairs?
Before Cheng Qingchong could finish, Su Zhinian cut her off. "If you can't sign it, then don't."
PS: Is it really okay to have such a shameless pet? 233333~
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