Dear Mr. Shi

The room was very quiet, deathly silence, like a prelude to a storm, which was terrifying!

Shi Yuhan took Song Qinghuan with him, slowing down and gradually moving forward.

He first came to the balcony, closed the glass door tightly, and then embraced Song Qinghuan, opening the doors of the rooms on the first floor one by one.

Then, on the second floor, another room opened the door, and finally came to the master bedroom, which was the bedroom where Song Qinghuan lived.

At this moment, there was no one else in the villa except for the two of them.

Song Qinghuan, who was panting with fright, suddenly relaxed at this moment.

Someone broke into the place where she lived with a knife. She was so frightened just now that her hairs were standing up.

Only when she didn't notice it at the time and the alarm was lifted, did she realize that she was scared and had an urge to cry.

She sat down on the bed in the bedroom, biting her lips tightly, sweating profusely, as if she had tried all her strength.

Shi Yuhan looked down at her, pursed his lips for a while and said, "You can rest."

Sure enough, it was not his style. After thinking for a long time, I didn't find a suitable sentence. Maybe it is more suitable to stay by her side than him at this moment.

It was just a faint sentence, but Song Qinghuan was very excited.

She stood up eagerly, reached out and grabbed Shi Yuhan's arm, and asked anxiously, "Are you going back to the back? Well, would you like some tea?"

In such a big house, someone broke into it just now, and she was still holding a knife. She really didn't dare to stay alone.

If she didn't guess wrong, this person might have something to do with her elder brother. It's possible that he was about to kill her with a knife, or it might be there to get along.

No matter which one it is, that person can forcibly break in, which is extremely terrifying.

Shi Yuhan held down her little hand, and then slowly removed it from her arm: "It's so late, what else to drink."

It would be difficult for people to not understand if such an obvious refusal.

Song Qinghuan suddenly felt a strong sorrow and sorrow in her heart. Her eyes were slightly red, and she bit her lip. The sound she made was a kind of fragility that she had never had before, "Then are you hungry, I'll make noodles for you." eat?"

Shi Yuhan's eyes were deep, and he looked at her and said, "You are not hungry. Go take a bath and rest soon."

Song Qinghuan suddenly panicked, and stretched out his hand to grab the cuffs of his clothes.

Such dependence caused Shi Yuhan's lips to rise invisibly, and he wickedly said, "Why, don't you want me to accompany you to wash it together?"

Song Qinghuan was stunned for a while, then his face flushed like blood.

The shyness made her let go of her hand subconsciously, and she was extremely speechless. This man was really, obviously she was pulling him because she was afraid and didn't want him to leave so soon.

Shi Yuhan was suddenly in a very good mood, but his face remained silent: "I'm going to get the computer next door. It's a bit cold today. Go take a shower, warm up the bed, and wait for me."

"Huh?" Song Qinghuan opened her eyes wide in shock, and couldn't believe her ears when she met the cold and cold gaze.

When Yuhan raised her eyebrows, she seemed to be asking her, why? Not willing?

If he said this in the past, she would not say anything on the surface, but she would definitely scold him to death in her heart, but at this moment, she nodded: "Okay, I'm going now!"

There is no dissatisfaction, but a little more joy.

The man came to the villa with a knife, and Song Qinghuan thought that it was very likely that he wanted to kill her.