Dear Mr. Shi

After the meal, Si Jianan drove Song Qinghuan back.

This is the case for pregnant women. After eating and drinking enough, leaning on a comfortable cushion, they will want to sleep.

What's more, at this moment, there was soft light music floating in the carriage. Song Qinghuan turned his head and looked out the window, closed his eyes as he watched, and then slowly fell asleep.

When Si Jianan parked the car outside Song Qinghuan's villa, he turned his head and saw Song Qinghuan, who fell asleep by the car window.

His expression softened instantly, and the voice of his exit was also suppressed.

Turning his head, he just looked at Song Qinghuan who was sleeping.

Divorced, she actually got divorced, did that man hurt her? That's why she slept so restlessly, frowning.

He remembered Song Qinghuan in his impression, always so happy and happy.

But now, she is more beautiful than before, but she has a melancholy breath, which is definitely not what he wants to see.

Is she trapped by love?

Si Jianan sighed softly, why didn't he find her, why didn't he meet her earlier.

From the beginning, she was destined to have no place in her heart.

If he couldn't find her at the time, but still didn't give up looking for him, then would he find her, would it be another destiny.

Si Jianan realized that at this moment, he really wanted to take care of her no matter what happened to her in the future.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously.

At this moment, when he was about to touch Song Qinghuan, Song Qinghuan suddenly woke up.

Si Jianan immediately put his hand back and smiled softly: "Awake?"

"Excuse me, why did I sleep? Why didn't you wake me up?" Song Qinghuan apologized, and then unfastened his seat belt.

Si Jianan shook his head, "I've just arrived, are you about to call you?"

"Thank you!" Song Qinghuan said more politely, then pushed the car door, got off the car and went back to the villa.

Song Qinghuan wanted to sleep again after returning, but couldn't sleep again.

She shrank in the quilt, holding a mobile phone in one hand.

There are sometimes cold photos on the phone, with one hand covering the eyes, and then looking at Shishi on the screen through the fingers to keep out the cold.

One month has passed, and she has survived almost a month, but she flies in a mess every day, thinking about him every day. He misses him...

What about him? What is he doing now? Do you think about yourself?

Just when Song Qinghuan was thinking about this, a black car quietly stopped and stopped opposite her villa.

The steel-plated glass can only allow people inside to see the outside, and people outside will never see a single trace of the inside.

A driver got out of the car, but there were still two people sitting inside. One of the handsome men was the one Song Qinghuan was thinking about day and night.

He leaned back in the chair lazily, slightly sideways, fixed his eyes on the villa where Song Qinghuan lived.

Song Qinghuan couldn't sleep and got up, planning to take a walk in the garden of the villa area to look at the flowers and plants. After reading each time, she would sit on the steps at the door.

At this time, the butler would take out a thick cushion and follow her behind.

It was the same today. After walking around in the garden, she sat on the steps and stared blankly forward.

Almost this is what she does every day.