Dear Mr. Shi

The bag thief crossed the road, seeing the right time, taking advantage of that there was no car at that moment, and rushed over very quickly.

Song Qinghuan went there at this time, and there happened to be a car going back and forth quickly, but she still rushed forward regardless.

Suddenly, a luxury galloping rush came, and it was about to hit her.

"Ah!!!" Song Qinghuan was frightened, standing on the road with wide-eyed eyes, as if not conscious of what was happening around him, only yelled instinctively.

It is said that when a person is on the verge of emergency death, it is not about IQ, identity, or everything that a person has. All we can do is to be still.

At this moment, Song Qinghuan deeply felt it.

She wanted to run, but couldn't move her body anyway, and finally could only close her eyes and wait for the unknown to come.

The brakes sounded one after another, mixed with the driver's scolding, Song Qinghuan, who had thought that he was inevitable, suddenly felt the world spin.

She recovered from her fear, her head was already resting on a hard chest.

He held her very tightly, so tightly that she knew that he was still alive.

The sonorous heartbeat was very loud and loud, and even if she did not pierce her eardrum, she knew that she was not injured.

The special masculine aura lingered in her breath, allowing her to clearly know who the man holding her is without having to lift her eyes.

On the sidewalk, Shi Yuhan pushed her away with a cold expression and a gloomy tone: "You are crazy, you actually rushed out of the road!"

The first time Song Qinghuan was released, he looked in the direction of the bag grabbing thief's escape, but he didn't even see one of his shadows.

She sat on the ground in frustration, her small face confused, her expression aggrieved: "My bag was robbed."

"It's just grabbing the bag, do you use it to lose your life? Hmm!" Shi Yuhan's voice was slow and deep, and the freezing point dropped several more times, making the air around him froze.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, frowning her small brows in pain, tears in her eye sockets, but she forcibly resisted them from falling out.

The lights of the passing cars shone on her face, making her look pale and panicked.

If you just grab the bag, then forget it, but there are still very important things in it.

She thought it was not safe to keep those photos in the company, so she would carry them in her bag.

Who would have known that Shi Yuhan hadn't come out for so long, causing her a girl to stand on the dark road for so long.

"Blame you, why did you make me wait so long." Her accusing voice was soft, with a hint of trembling helplessness.

Inexplicably, Shi Yuhan felt his heart, as if being grabbed by something: "I'm not chasing you for you, just wait for it."

"I didn't see it again, I knew you helped me chase it." When a crying voice sounded, a tear fell down.

But soon, she wiped it off again.

Shi Yuhan's face sank, and his thin lips pressed coldly.

After Jing looked at her for a moment, her voice sounded slightly and severely: "Get up, don't sit on the ground!"

"..." Song Qinghuan shed tears silently, ignoring him or looking up at him.

It was cold on the ground. When Yuhan was afraid that she would catch a cold, she was originally worried about her, but after the words were spoken, she changed without showing signs: "Get up, I promise you to find the bag for you."

Immediately, Song Qinghuan raised the eyelashes wet with tears, looked at him, and quickly spit out two words: "Really!"

Shi Yu coldly turned around: "If I don't get up again, I don't care."

Song Qinghuan stood up immediately and reached out and pulled his sleeves: "I'm up! You want to help me find the bag."