Chapter 810
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The next day was the weekend. Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun did not go anywhere. They stayed at the bungalow and spent the day peacefully.
On Monday, Su Zhinian had a morning meeting, so he woke up early. Before he left, he stuck a note on the bathroom mirror.
Song Qingchun slept until 9 am before she slowly got out of bed. As she brushed her teeth, she read the note that Su Zhinian had left behind.
Her car was not allowed on the road that day. Su Zhinian left a message for her on the note, saying that the car keys were placed on the shoe rack at the front door. The cars were all in the underground garage, so she could choose whichever she wanted.
He also wrote that there was cash in the first drawer of the bedside table. He checked her wallet, and there was not much cash left in it. He put some in it for her, and if it was not enough, he would take some for himself.
The last note was that breakfast was in the incubator.
The breakfast was bought by Su Zhinian early in the morning; it was her favorite meat buns. Song Qingchun sat at the dining table and drank half a bowl of porridge before taking a bite of the meat bun. The skin of the bun was thin, and the juices of the meat flowed freely in her mouth. That was Song Qingchun's favorite taste, but that day, when she caught a whiff of the juices, her stomach started to churn.
Song Qingchun squatted before the toilet and vomited for a long time before she stopped.
This is weird … Is she suffering from a stomach problem?
As Song Qingchun walked up the stairs, she glanced at the time on her phone. There was only half an hour left before work. She shook her head and thought about buying a box of medicine at the drugstore after work. Then, she ran up the stairs, grabbed her purse, and went to the underground parking lot. Song Qingchun picked up the most low-profile car in the garage and rushed to the company.
Song Qingchun, who did not have much for breakfast, was famished even before noon. She left the company half an hour early and went to the canteen for lunch.
She felt much better after the meal. She returned to her office and pulled the chair to sit before the window. She pulled the blanket over her body and fell asleep.
Normally, Song Qingchun would wake up after half an hour, but when she opened her eyes, it was already two hours later.
Song Qingchun, who had slept for so long, felt parched. She stood up, stretched, walked to her desk, grabbed a porcelain cup, and walked to the breakroom.
In the breakroom, only Tang Nuan was brewing coffee.
Song Qingchun paused for a moment at the door to the breakroom before walking in.
In the past, when the two of them met, they would have a battle of words. But now, when the two of them met, they treated each other like air.
Song Qingchun stood before the water dispenser, waiting for the water to boil while Tang Nuan stood before the coffee machine, waiting for it to brew.
Neither of them spoke to the other. The atmosphere in the tea room was stifling and stagnant.
Tang Nuan's coffee was ready, and the smell of coffee filled the room.
Coincidentally, Song Qingchun's hot water was on at the same time. She grabbed the cup and filled it to the brim. As the smell of coffee drifted into her nostrils, Song Qingchun's stomach twitched, and she felt like vomiting again.
She hurriedly put the cup aside, covered her mouth, rushed out of the pantry, and turned into the washroom.
Tang Nuan, who had brewed the coffee, was about to leave the breakroom when she stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Song Qingchun's steaming cup.
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