Dear Mr. Shi

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

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, just turned around and prepared to leave.

Song Qinghuan, who was still pulling his sleeves, followed his steps. Before taking two or three steps, he suddenly made a "hissing" pain.

Shi Yuhan looked back, staring at her intently, as if asking what's wrong?

"I fell down just now, and my knee seems to be broken, it hurts!" Song Qinghuan bit her lip and said, her big eyes widened, she was a little dazed to keep her from the cold when she watched, and she looked silly and charming.

Shi Yuhan smiled and curled her lips, mocking her: "I was not very brave just now. Why didn't I see you at that moment and screamed pain."

Song Qinghuan lowered her head and looked at her knees without making a sound, thinking that the pants were not torn yet, but the marks were wiped out, and the knees should not be hurt too badly.

Suddenly, her body was lifted into the air, and then trapped in a broad embrace.

Song Qinghuan was shocked, raised her eyes subconsciously, and saw Shi Yuhan's handsome face, with thick eyelashes hanging slightly under the light, and the shadow cast on the handsome face, three-dimensional and deep.

"Ah! You..." Song Qinghuan seemed to have lost his soul, apparently he hadn't figured out what was going on.

Shi Yuhan's eyes drooped slightly, and he faintly looked at Song Qinghuan, his thin lips pressed coldly, as if moved nonchalantly, but said nothing, and hugged her to the car parked on the side of the road.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip and didn't make a sound. She kept watching Shi from the cold. The dim light couldn't overwhelm his brilliance. He was so rich and powerful as a rainbow.

She just felt that her face was getting redder and blood, and finally she felt like she had a fever.

Especially the heart temperature kept rising, making her feel like she was about to explode.

In the end she felt very perplexed, so she closed her eyes tightly, and then stretched out her hand to circle the cold-proof neck, and she retracted into his arms.

In her impression, Shi Yuhan was indifferent, arrogant, poisonous, and arrogant. She hated him since he forced her to marry him.

But now, she found that others were actually quite good, not as bad as she had imagined.

perhaps……

Forget it, his kindness at this time is just that he wants her to help attend some family banquet.

Don't think too much, don't think too much, absolutely can't think too much, thinking too much is dead.

In the bedroom of the villa, Song Qinghuan sat quietly alone, lowered his head and saw the blue dragon leather sculpture on his chest, and a face that was warm from the cold appeared in his mind.

Especially the scene where he hugged her back into the car, always made her heart beat faster for no reason.

What's up? Why did you keep thinking about him? Song Qinghuan shook his head and waved Shi Yuhan away from his mind again.

At this time, she should be thinking about her brother. The photo is gone. What should she do?

Song Qinghuan was very depressed. After a few sighs, he suddenly thought of something and his eyes brightened.

Yesterday she chatted with Li Wei and seemed to have taken a photo on WeChat and sent it to her.

Then there should be another photo in Li Wei’s WeChat chat history.

Fortunately, her mobile phone has a lock function. If the mobile phone is forcibly unlocked, although the mobile phone will be available in the future, the mobile phone will be primitive, and the data stored in it can no longer be restored.

So even if those people get a mobile phone, it is impossible to find Li Wei through the mobile phone.