Dear Mr. Shi

Han Qianqian also returned to the villa that night. Although she was injured, she seemed to be in a good mood.

In the following days, Shi Annuo saw that she was still the same as before, treating her as air, but Han Qianqian no longer looked at him sadly as before, instead smiled deeply.

While Shi Annuo seemed to be more gentle and pampering with Wen Zhaozhao, but Wen Zhaozhao seemed a little cautious and Wen Zhaozhao felt inexplicably panic. What happened to Shi Anuo and Han Qianqian in the hospital that day, Han Qianqian and Shi An What did Nuo say made Shi'an Nuo react so much.

Wen Zhaozhao wanted to ask Shi Annuo, but he didn't know where to ask.

And she felt that it was useless to ask herself, Shi Annuo would never tell her.

Song Qinghuan clearly noticed that these three people had different thoughts. She had contacted Han Qianqian and hoped that Han Qianqian would give up Shi Annuo. After all, Shi Annuo was already married, and she hoped that Han Qianqian would not be a junior.

Han Qianqian immediately retorted: "I am not a junior, that woman is a junior, and I and An Nuo are in love."

"Sometimes, the person who is not in love is a junior. At first, it was you who gave up Shi Annuo, and Shi Annuo would marry again. Now you insert someone else's marriage, you are the junior." Song Qinghuan persuaded with all his heart.

But Han Xiqian didn’t think so: "I know you hate me because I calculated you at the beginning, and wish Anno not be with me, but I tell you, you can’t do what you want, and Anno still loves me that day. In the hospital he said that he couldn't live without me."

Song Qinghuan was speechless, she didn't understand what the **** was Anno's doing, why she still said such things to Han Qianqian.

Seeing Wen Zhaozhao these two days, it seems that he always feels a little depressed.

The afternoon sun is dazzling, in a fashionable brand store.

Song Qinghuan held his chin in his hand, and did not turn over the picture album in front of him for a while, his slender and thick eyelashes drooped, his head a little bit, waiting for the news to change his clothes, waiting until he felt like sleeping.

On the road outside the store, a black Mercedes stopped by the side of the road.

The car window rolled down, revealing a handsome face, with a cigarette between his slender fingers, and he leaned languidly in the hazy smoke, his decadent beauty was like falling into the darkness of Lucifer. .

His eyes were as deep as a pool, and his eyes stayed on Song Qinghuan in the store.

The car has been parked for a long time, and since it stopped, he has been looking at Song Qinghuan quietly, and then thinking.

Wen Zhaozhao tried his clothes out, raised his eyes to look outside, and then saw the car outside, and found the people in the car, his eyes kept staring at Song Qinghuan.

She looked suspicious, and then walked to Song Qinghuan's side and talked to Song Qinghuan about the people outside.

Song Qinghuan went out subconsciously. The man in the car seemed to know that someone had discovered him, so he took off his sunglasses.

Although there was a distance, Song Qinghuan could clearly see the man outside. She was a little surprised to find that this man was Si Jianan who had disappeared for a long time.

The joy of the reunion of the deceased made her both surprised and happy.

After talking to Wen Zhaozhao, she headed outside and came to the car. She said, "Si Xiangbei, how could it be you? What a coincidence."

"Long time no see, can you talk?!" Si Jianan asked with a gentle smile, inviting.

Song Qinghuan thought for a while, then said softly: "Okay, wait for me."