Dear Mr. Shi

The light in the room was very dim. Standing against the light, Song Qinghuan couldn't see his face clearly, only to see his whole body leaning against the wall with his back weakly.

Si Jianan saw Song Qinghuan outside and was slightly stunned, but was not surprised: "Why are you here? You came to me on purpose?"

He actually probably knew what was going on. He watched the video that Zhang Jie passed to him in the morning. Song Qinghuan’s daughter was indeed in her hands. Although he had never seen Song Qinghuan’s daughter, Song Qinghuan often sent photos of her daughter to In the circle of friends, it is not difficult to confirm what you want.

Song Qinghuan nodded, and she didn't mean anything, and asked directly, "Zhang Jie gave you a video in the morning."

As soon as she approached him, she felt the heat radiating from Si Jianan. She frowned and asked: "Si Xiangbei, you have a fever!"

Si Jianan nodded and signaled Song Qinghuan to enter the room. Then he staggered towards the bedroom and said as he walked: "Well, I got a little injury. The wound became inflamed and caused a high fever."

After a while, he walked out of the bedroom again, holding his mobile phone in his hand, then opened a video and handed it to Song Qinghuan: "Is it your daughter?"

In the video, Xiao Lele is sleeping, still wearing the clothes she changed for her that day.

Obviously telling myself not to cry and to be strong, but at the moment when he saw her daughter, Song Qinghuan's tears couldn't help streaming down: "Daughter, my daughter..."

Si Jianan was unable to lie on the sofa, with a heavy voice: "Qinghuan, I wanted Zhang Jie to take me to see your daughter, but she disagreed and just gave me this video. I'm sorry, but I don’t seem to be able to do anything. I can help you."

Song Qinghuan raised his hand to wipe off the fallen eyes, and looked at Si Jianan with red eyes: "Don't say that. You can show me the video and let me know that my daughter is still safe. Thank you very much. thank you!"

Si Jianan turned over and lay down on the sofa looking at Song Qinghuan: "Don't be so polite, but think about how to rescue your daughter."

Song Qinghuan bit her lip: "Since you know that I want to save my daughter, then you should know the purpose of my coming to you today."

Si Canan didn't say anything, but just sat up from the sofa.

He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and the smoke was filled with smoke. He caught a glimpse of Song Qinghuan clutching his nose and coughing, and immediately put out the cigarette.

"Si Xiangbei, if you have a cold, don't smoke. Too much smoking is not good for your health." Song Qinghuan was concerned.

Si Canan lay down on the sofa again, then twisted his head, and said dully: "Qinghuan, I don't deny that I really like you, and I also hope you can marry me and live with me forever. Together, I don’t mind having your daughter, but I don’t want to get you in this way."

Song Qinghuan smiled lightly and stared at his particularly depressed Junrong: "Thank you, Si Jianan, then can you do me a favor."

Si Jianan looked at her, "Huh?"

After biting her lip, Song Qinghuan struggled for a long time before saying: "Take off your clothes!"

Si Canan was obviously puzzled, and stared at her with heavy eyes: "What the **** do you want to do? Song Qinghuan, don't tease me. I forced myself to have no idea about you, but it doesn't mean I really don't want to. want you."

Song Qinghuan waved his hands again and again: "No, it's not what you think!"