Dear Mr. Shi

"In the future, you won't look for me anymore. I don't want to see you. No matter what happens, I don't want to see you. Your presence will only make me feel distressed and even sick?" Song Qinghuan dropped his arms on both sides and stood up. stand up!

Han Qianqian still wanted to follow, but behind Song Qinghuan, the middle housekeeper Wang Auntie, who had a dull temperament and a dull temperament.

He glared at her back, stretched out his hand and helped Song Qinghuan to leave.

Although she doesn't talk often and looks dull, she is very careful and responsible for taking care of Song Qinghuan.

After a period of time, Song Qinghuan believed in Aunt Wang very much, and always thought that the housekeeper was the one Li Chengyu had found for her.

Until this moment, when Xia Yang was waiting for her outside the coffee shop, and Aunt Wang led her directly into the car, it turned out that Aunt Wang was carefully selected by Shi Yuhan to take care of her.

At this time, during the rush hour in City A, the road was quite blocked.

It's been an hour since I stopped and walked all the way, but before reaching the destination, Song Qinghuan was a little impatient and couldn't help asking Xia Yang in front of him: "Where is he? Where is he?"

The worry in his tone was so obvious, Xia Yang smiled faintly, and looked back at her: "Madam, don't worry, Boss is very good."

Great? What is the concept of good weather protection?

A person like him who is sad, can bleed, but refuses to cry, can say he is okay if his face is calm and calm and cold?

She felt that he must be extremely bad at this moment.

She just told Han Qianqian that the old man Shi could only hurt her body, but could not hurt her pure spirit and soul.

But in fact, it was only aimed at her, because she had never liked the old man, let alone any affection.

But if Father Shi is really related to the death of Shi Yuhan’s parents and Shi Yuhan’s suspected murder, then...

Well, in itself, protecting the time from the cold is a kind of spiritual harm, the greatest harm to the spirit and soul.

There is no feeling anymore, it can be more uncomfortable and painful than being hurt and betrayed by the closest person.

"Can he solve the case?" Song Qinghuan just asked casually.

She didn't know what to say, but she wouldn't directly ask the time to keep out the cold, so she could only ask the person closest to the time to keep out of the cold.

"Of course! It's just a small matter," Xia Yang replied without even thinking about it, and his expression and tone were very flat.

This suddenly made Song Qinghuan feel that his heart was slightly stabilized.

Xia Yang drove the car, somehow there was a sour taste in his heart. It was clear that the two people were in love, but why there were so many twists and turns that separated them.

"You followed me before and kidnapped me, right?"

The sudden question and answer made Xia Yang stunned for a while, and then his expression became a little embarrassing, his eyes drenched with apology.

He glanced back and glanced at her, "You remember, don't you?"

Song Qinghuan stared at him with a pair of clear water eyes: "I have never lost my memory, okay? I know who you are from the first glance."

"I'm sorry, at that time... didn't someone want to hurt you? Boss was afraid that you would be hurt, so I asked me to follow you to protect you. As for... kidnapping, that's not kidnapping, then I want to save you, the kid is in the car I've been unruly to you, that's why I took action." Xia Yang explained, her voice a little dry.