Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan looked suspiciously at Si Jianan who got out of the car, slightly surprised. It was a coincidence that he actually met him.

Thinking of his wounded expression and leaving without saying goodbye that day when he refused him that day, plus his haggard appearance now.

Song Qinghuan felt a sense of guilt inexplicably.

But there can be no charity in love, it will only hurt the other party even more.

Si Jianan approached, only to find that Song Qinghuan's cheeks were slightly red, and there were five obvious fingerprints, and she knew that she had been dumped by someone.

The air around him seemed to froze for an instant, and Si Jianan's expression turned pale. He looked at Song Qinghuan's face with sharp eyes, "What's wrong with your face?"

As he said, he immediately raised his hand and stroked Shang Song Qinghuan's face unconsciously: "Who hit it?"

Song Qinghuan pushed her hand away without him touching her face: "It's okay."

She hasn't made the preparations yet to let Si Jianan know everything. Even if she wants him to help in the future, let's talk about it later. Now she doesn't want to say anything.

Si Jianan squinted his eyes slightly, looking like he wanted to see through Song Qinghuan: "Song Qinghuan, even if we can't be lovers, but we can still be friends, if you have anything, remember to tell me that you need help. I will definitely help you."

Song Qinghuan swallowed arduously, and still shook his head: "Thank you, but no, I have nothing to do!"

How Si Jianan looked at her now didn't seem to be okay.

He frowned for a while, then asked, "Did he hit you?"

he? Song Qinghuan raised his eyes in confusion: "Where? He is..."

Si Jianan's face was pale, his hands clenched into fists, and his veins protruded, "That man!"

Song Qinghuan understood who Si Jianan was talking about. She shook her head quickly: "No, of course he didn't beat him. How could it be him? He is very good to me, and it is impossible to beat me."

Si Jianan's face was gloomy: "It's his fault if he doesn't beat you. How can he not protect you and let others beat you? Say, who beat you."

Song Qinghuan didn't want to say too much: "Don't ask."

Si Canan's voice completely cooled down: "You are already like this, how could I not ask, what is going on? What happened?"

"It's not easy to take a taxi here, you sent me back!" Song Qinghuan turned a topic, and walked towards his car.

Si Jianan knew that she didn't want to say it. Turning her back, the heart that had been silent for many days began to move restlessly.

That man, she was with that man, he was about to give up, but if she had a good life, it was obvious that she had suffered some shock from the look of despair just now.

What happened to make her face so ugly?

Did that man fail to take good care of her? If he can't take care of her, shouldn't he give up?

After getting in the car, Si Jianan turned on the music, and when the beautiful melody came out, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

No one spoke along the way, because Song Qinghuan closed his eyes after getting into the car, leaning on the door of the car with one hand propped on his forehead, listening to the music quietly.

Si Jianan couldn't bear to disturb her, but drove the car silently and drove her back to the villa.

Song Qinghuan got out of the car and smiled reluctantly at Si Jianan: "Si Xiangbei, thank you for sending me back, another day...thank you again."