Dear Mr. Shi

"What... what do you want to do?" Si Jianan squinted at Song Qinghuan, only to find her expression strange.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip and stared into his eyes, feeling mixed.

She said that although the implementation was fake, she still felt a little weird. She didn't know how to explain it.

She simply didn’t say much, she just took out her mobile phone, opened the video, and then placed it on the table to position and shoot: “That’s right, I want you to take a video, take the two of us, anyway, next, we should Just do it."

"Video? So what are you doing?" Si Jianan became more confused.

"Anyway, don't worry, just shoot," said Song Qinghuan, holding Si Jianan's arm.

Si Jianan squinted his eyes, took his hand out of her arms, and then put her on her shoulders to embrace her: "What video do you want to make, can I take it a step further?"

There was some temptation in his voice.

Song Qinghuan's face with a smile at the corner of her mouth froze, and she raised her hand and pushed him away: "You don't have to think about it, let me tell you, I just want someone to make a video, and then make a deal with Zhang Jie. ."

When Si Jianan was pushed by Song Qinghuan in this way, he immediately cried out and lay down on the sofa.

He slightly angrily said: "Song Qinghuan, just joking with you, are you using this kind of murder?"

Song Qinghuan also felt that something was wrong with Si Jianan. She frowned, "What are you doing, it looks a little strange. You just said you were injured? What was your injury?"

Si Jianan breathed out the heat and said softly: "There is medicine in the drawer under the coffee table. The injury is behind the back. I can't wipe it myself. Please help me wipe some medicine."

Rub medicine? Song Qinghuan looked at Si Jianan with a slight surprise, and saw him lying on the sofa, very weak.

I remembered that since she came in, he seemed to be lying on the sofa the most action he did. He said that he was injured, so his injury was on his back?

Song Qinghuan opened the drawer under the coffee table and took out the medicine.

Eyes Canaan kept his eyes closed, just lying on the sofa like this, Song Qinghuan said softly: "Then I will wipe the medicine for you."

As she stretched out her hand, she gently opened Si Jianan's back clothes, and at a glance, she saw that his wide back was all traces of the whip, and dark red blood was still solidified on it.

Shockingly, Song Qinghuan's eyes widened: "Si Xiangbei, what's wrong with you? What happened to you, why do you get so many whip scars on your body?"

Si Jianan didn't answer Song Qinghuan, but lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

"God, what's going on?" Song Qinghuan asked again, and then gently rubbed the medicine on Si Jianan's back.

But later she didn't ask Si Jianan again, what happened and how he suffered the injury.

After rubbing the medicine for Si Jianan, Si Jianan really fell asleep.

When the even breathing sounded, Song Qinghuan took the phone and sat next to Si Jianan, and made a lot of movements toward the camera.

Feeling that the recording was almost done, so I called Gu Youli and passed the video over.

It takes time to make a video. While waiting, Song Qinghuan huddled in the corner of the sofa and fell asleep.

When Si Jianan woke up, he only felt wet and sticky and extremely uncomfortable. He raised his hand and rubbed his neck and sat up with difficulty. He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qinghuan, who was sitting on the opposite sofa, who was asleep in the corner.