Dear Mr. Shi

She thought that the statutes saying that she was his girlfriend had passed.

But obviously it was not the case. It was the tranquility before the storm, and the solemnity and seriousness in the cold tone of the time, let Song Qinghuan know clearly that if she dared to be unrelated to the regulations, she would be crowned as a woman of the regulations. As a friend, don’t blame him for his ruthlessness.

That kind of punishment is definitely not something she can bear.

"I see." Song Qinghuan lowered his head with an attitude of admitting his mistake.

When protecting against the cold, thin lips tightened, holding his breath, getting up, and moving forward.

Song Qinghuan followed behind her anxiously, she didn't dare to think about it anymore this time, she felt that with the time-tolerant character, he shouldn't let her go so easily.

But after passing through the green bamboo rafts and entering the courtyard of the villa, Shi Yuhan still didn't say a word, didn't stop for half a step, and didn't care about her, and went straight to the back of the villa.

Song Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the regulations said that she was his girlfriend. It should be over now.

Hey, I won't care about the regulations anymore. I really had a brainstorm at the time, so I would say something like that to him.

It is true that God's work of evil can be violated, and you cannot live by committing evil.

Song Qinghuan took out the key to open the door, opened the door, turned on the light before it came, and raised her eyes. With the faint moonlight outside, she saw a black figure floating on the corner of the stairs in the living room.

Her face changed drastically, and she instinctively exclaimed: "Who? Where is who?"

Hearing the sound, the black figure stopped abruptly.

He turned around and glared at him in the dark, with something in his hand gliding through a cold silver light.

That's a knife! !

This realization caused Song Qinghuan’s eyes widened in horror, and immediately retreated, and shouted: "Time protects against cold, time protects against cold,"

Song Qinghuan was scared to death when someone was in her house and still had a knife in her hand.

When Shi Yuhan heard her urgent call for help, he had turned back.

In the dark night, his slender and lonely figure stood in the wind, his cold eyes gleaming like frost and snow.

When he was approaching him, Song Qinghuan stumbled on his right foot and leaned forward slightly.

A sturdy long arm stretched out quickly, enclosing Song Qinghuan's leaning body, and taking it into his arms.

"There are people in the room with a knife..." Song Qinghuan met his eyes and reported everything in eight words in a panic.

Shi Yuhan's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the direction of the villa, hugged Song Qinghuan’s waist tightly, let her spin in his arms handsomely, and then hugged her waist and led her to the villa. .

The whole process takes only a few seconds.

Step by step, he looked like a silver wolf looking for prey, his sharp eyes fixed on the front, his prey.

Unlike his calmness and composure, Song Qinghuan was nervous and scared.

But he still took steps, followed the time to keep out the cold, and walked towards the villa step by step.

When he reached the door, Yuhan reached out and pressed the switch.

The lobby of the villa was empty, and the furnishings inside were neat and tidy, but the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the balcony were opened, which made people know that someone had broken in.

The cold wind blew up and down the window curtains, fluttering, making the originally cozy living room look a little gloomy at this moment.

After Shi Yuhan's gaze swept around, he walked in with Song Qinghuan step by step, still graceful and calm.