Chapter 62
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Song Qingchun raised her arms to curl them around Su Zhinian's neck. She rubbed her head against Su Zhinian's chest and mumbled, "Brother Yinan …"
Su Zhinian's grip on Song Qingchun's waist tightened. He really wanted to give this woman a good slap to show her who he really was. However, when he turned his head to look at her drunken state, his brows twitched. He pulled her into his embrace and glared at the waiter before leaning over to pick up the stuff that Song Qingchun had dropped on the floor.
When Su Zhinian carried Song Qingchun out of the room, he glared angrily at the waiter at the door.
The waiter leaned against the wall and looked at Su Zhinian, who was about to walk past him. He took a deep breath and said carefully, "Sir …"
Su Zhinian tilted his head slightly to look at him. "What else do you want?"
The waiter closed his eyes tightly and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Sir, this young lady hasn't paid the bill yet …"
After Su Zhinian paid the bill, he shoved Song Qingchun into his car with a frosty expression and started the engine.
Song Qingchun, on the other hand, was extremely restless. Her body kept moving, and her hands even reached for the steering wheel.
Su Zhinian slammed on the brake and leaned over to tighten Song Qingchun's seatbelt. He glanced at her flailing arms and pulled his tie out of the car. He held both of her wrists with one hand and pulled the tie up twice to make sure it was secure.
Song Qingchun, who was unable to move, became much more obedient, but her lips started to mumble again.
"We haven't left for that long, and I'm already worrying about how you're doing today. My mind is filled with you, and I can't sleep thinking about you.
"My happiness is you. Whenever I think about you, I smile. How hard it is for me to live without you."
Su Zhinian held the steering wheel with one hand and massaged his temples with the other.
"I regret not letting you know how important you are to me … I can only watch from afar. I can do all of this, but that person is no longer me …"
"Brother Yinan … I …"
As if he knew what Song Qingchun was going to say, Su Zhinian suddenly reached out to grab two pieces of chewing gum from the box beside him and shoved them into Song Qingchun's mouth.
Song Qingchun, who had the candy in her mouth, finally quieted down.
With a straight face, Su Zhinian drove at a very high speed.
After returning to the bungalow, Su Zhinian carried Song Qingchun out of the car. He walked to the front door, and with one arm around Song Qingchun, he used his other to key in the password. He had only keyed in three words when Song Qingchun suddenly vomited into his chest.
Song Qingchun vomited … all over him.
Su Zhinian's hand stopped before the combination lock for a long time before he turned to look at Song Qingchun, who had no idea what was going on. Song Qingchun leaned her head against the stain that she had vomited on his chest with a smile. She rubbed herself against it until her hair and face were covered in dirt.
Su Zhinian, who had an obsession with cleanliness, almost vomited when he saw this. His hands shook as he keyed in the password. Then he grabbed Song Qingchun by her elbow and dragged her upstairs to the bathroom.
Su Zhinian turned on the faucet, and with shaking fingers, he washed Song Qingchun's hair and face clean. Then with shaking fingers, he removed his dirty shirt.
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