Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan turned her head and looked at Lu Meiyan in astonishment: "You are threatening me, Mom!"

Song Ci on the side couldn't help it anymore. He lost his chopsticks and pointed to Lu Meiyan: "Are you her mother? How can you threaten your daughter like this."

Lu Meiyan sighed: "I can't help it either, Huanhuan, you have grown up, I don't need to care about you anymore, but I still have to care about your brother, if you have to think so, then it's a threat!"

Song Qinghuan couldn't believe it, her hands slumped with anger, she couldn't stay any longer, or she would have to be dizzy and call an ambulance.

When taking the subway back, Song Qinghuan was very angry and distressed all the way.

She didn't doubt at all. If she didn't give the money, Lu Meiyan would definitely go to her company to make trouble, and then everyone in the company would know that she was a plain-spoken sister.

How to do?

This matter cannot tolerate Song Qinghuan, so she has considered too much, and another thing that makes her even more distressed is that she was on the subway and saw the man at noon.

Didn’t you see him when you got on the bus? Why did you meet him again on the subway?

Song Qinghuan was on guard, expanding the senses of the whole body.

From the subway station to the villa area is actually quite close, no need to take a taxi, but she did not dare to walk alone at night, so she took the taxi back to the villa, and asked the taxi driver to cross the private road and drive the car directly to the villa Doorway.

The villa was brightly lit, and she knew that Shi Yuhan was in front, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she watched the road of Shi for a few more times. Seeing that there was no movement in the dark night, she turned and entered the house.

In the living room, Shi Yuhan was sitting on the sofa, with a laptop on his feet, and his fingers kept moving.

Song Qinghuan entered the room, but he didn't even glance at it.

It wasn't until Song Qinghuan ran upstairs ignoring him that she raised her eyes and stared quietly at the fast-running figure.

Song Qinghuan thought about Shi Yuhan's cold war with her, and no one paid any attention to her. He thought that Shi Yuhan was sitting in the living room and would leave later and return to the villa behind him.

But even so, he was cautious and locked the door back.

But what can I do if it is locked? This villa is protected from the cold at times, and no one can stop him from which door he wants to enter.

After taking a shower, Song Qinghuan opened the bathroom door and his hand was grabbed and pulled out.

She was shocked, her breathing was a little messy, and before she could react, Shi Yuhan acted like a vigorous cheetah, pressing her tightly against the wall next to her very quickly.

Song Qinghuan's eyes were wide open, and she looked at the man who was pressing her in horror, staring at her, with sharp and handsome facial features, and a temperament that made people sincerely awe-inspiring with just one glance.

After a slight shock, Song Qinghuan, who reacted, wanted to break free of his suppression without saying anything, "Shi Yuhan, what are you doing, let me go──"

That night, when he treated her like that, she thought he should feel a little guilty.

Unexpectedly, he called her back, just to continue the things that night.

Song Qinghuan died of anger, staring at him with wide eyes, struggling harder.

But he couldn't shake him at all. Shi Yuhan's mouth curled up with a wicked smile, looking down at the fullness of her pajamas, covering her palms...

"Pop!" Song Qinghuan was stunned when he slapped it out.

She herself was shocked, she actually kept out the cold when she hit?