Dear Mr. Shi

When Yuhan drove and wanted to send her back, before she got into the car, she blurted out: "I want to go to the villa tonight, you accompany me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Yuhan answered, "There is a global video conference in the evening."

"Oh."

Without words all the way, Zhang Jie finally asked what was in his heart before getting off the car: "Why are you giving me a house."

Shi Yuhan didn't make a sound, but got out of the car and walked to the front passenger door, and then pulled the car door very gentlemanly.

Before turning to leave, Zhang Jie frowned and asked, "If Song Qinghuan weren't there, would our relationship be different."

Shi Yuhan was not surprised, as if she was expected to ask such a question.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache, and then said faintly: "It depends on the owner to beat the dog. Besides, she and I are not what you think."

Zhang Jie's heart jumped "bang-bang-bang", and grabbed Shi Yuhan's hand: "How is that?"

Shi Yuhan didn't make a sound, but raised her hand and gently opened her hand, then gently hooked her lips, then turned back into the car and drove away.

Hearing the sound of the engine disappearing, Zhang Jie turned back to the house. She said that she was getting out of the cold when she was getting more and more unintelligible. Why suddenly she would meet with her from time to time during this period of time. You must know that he was always so indifferent and firm as a rock from a distance. , But once he gets closer, he becomes a gust of wind.

Recently, he always seemed to give her a deep hint, so ambiguous, when she wanted to make things clear, but he and her clearly drew a line.

What exactly is going on? What does he want?

When Shi Yuhan returned to the villa, Song Qinghuan was curled up on the sofa, with the TV on and the remote control in his hand, but with his eyes closed, as if he was already asleep.

He bent over, took the remote control from her hand, put it on the coffee table, and carried her back to the bedroom.

Song Qinghuan woke up when he was put on the bed, rubbing his eyes and surging on him.

Thinking of what happened in the office today, a small flame gradually rose from the lower abdomen.

He looked at the sleeping face, still closing his eyes, couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek.

"Don't make a noise, you are so annoying!" Song Qinghuan opened his eyes lazily, and pushed him away disgustingly: "Look for your Zhang Jie."

Song Qinghuan was angry. Before going to bed, she was still scolding to protect herself from the cold. When she was suspicious, where did Yuhan and Zhang Jie go, why didn't they come back so late.

"Jealous?!"

"Eat you big-headed ghost, get up, and die again..." The last word was drowned in Shi's wild and fierce kiss.

Shi Yuhan kissed her heavily. When she was almost out of breath, she reluctantly let go of her, licking her tongue lightly, and sucking her sensitive earlobe lightly on her swollen lips.

"Shi Yuhan, I..." Song Qinghuan twisted her body, murmured his name.

"another."

"In cold weather."

After a heavy impact, the city was attacking and plundering the ground, fierce and fierce, Song Qinghuan almost didn't breathe.

"cold……"

"Scream again!"

"Brother Han."

"……Ok?"

"Cold Han."

"..."

"Xiao Hanhan."

"Song Qinghuan, you are dead tonight, Xiao Hanhan will not leave your body tonight."

"Puff! It's time to protect you from the cold, you big **** demon."