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When Song Qingchun arrived at "Jinling", Su Zhinian was already waiting in the box.

The waiter opened the door and Su Zhinian, who was sitting on the mahogany carved chair, turned his head smoothly. When he saw Song Qingchun, who was wearing casual clothes and flat shoes, he frowned.

Song Qingchun has always loved beauty, and she seldom wears so casually to go out... Su Zhinian seemed to be suddenly stopped, until Song Qingchun entered the box, and the door was taken back by the waiter before he asked: "How can you dress so casually today?"

It was because she was pregnant that Song Qingchun changed the clothes she wore during the week. She never thought that Su Zhinian would ask such a question when she saw herself.

She was pregnant... She hadn't figured out how to tell him...

Song Qingchun froze for a moment, before his tone returned easily: "Occasionally I want to change my style."

I don’t know if it’s the guilty conscience of the thief. In order to cover up the uneasiness in his heart, Song Qingren walked to the dining table while Shi Shiran smiled and asked, "Why? Doesn’t it look good?"

"No." Su Zhinian shook her head, stood up, bypassed the dining table, helped Song Qingqing open a bulky chair, and waited for her to sit down before returning to her seat and handing the menu to Song. Youth, and then looking at her looking down at the menu, she replied: "It looks so small to wear like this."

When a woman is twenty-five years old, an adjective like Xian Xiao becomes a very flattering compliment.

Song Qingchun was no exception. When she heard Su Zhinian's words, she immediately smiled like a flower. While pressing the call bell, she had to look up at Su Zhinian, and said with a disgruntled face, "You are Is it indirectly calling me old?"

"No." Su Zhinian explained quickly, his voice deep and mellow: "I mean you like this, like a high school student."

Song Qingchun's eyebrows were even brighter, and he said aloud to Su Zhinian, "Thank you."

Then he waited for the waitress who came in and ordered.

Although Song Qingchun didn't know whether the child in her stomach would stay or take it away, she still paid a lot of attention subconsciously when ordering food, all of which were light and nutritious.

Song Qingchun closed the menu and noticed that Su Zhinian was looking at her with weird eyes: "End of order?"

"Yes." Song Qingchun nodded generously and handed the menu to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian took the menu, double-clicked it at random, and then looked for Song Qingchun's favorite dishes. While ordering, he also asked Song Qingjun's opinions, but unexpectedly all shook her head and rejected it. Too.

Su Zhinian frowned, stared at Song Qingchun for a while, and handed the menu to the waiter. When he received the wine list, he naturally asked the song Song Qingchun to come to Jinling. Of red wine: "Rafi?"

Song Qingchun's head shook even more like a rattle: "No, I want to drink plain water."

People who come to "Jinling" generally don't drink alcohol, that is, tea. Almost no one wants to boil water. After Song Qingchun finished speaking, the waitress was stunned.

Song Qingchun looked at the waitress indifferently and frowned: "Isn't it possible?"

The waitress turned her head and glanced at Su Zhinian. Su Zhinian stared deeply at Song Qingchun for a few seconds. After nodding her head slightly, the waitress smiled and looked at him respectfully. Song Qingchun replied: "Yes, Miss Song."