Chapter 63

Zishi was left on the ground, whining two times, and then one turned over and lay on the ground to keep out the cold.

It seems that only its owner can understand what it wants to express.

Song Qinghuan was startled, and the beautiful smile on her face, which she had dyed when she was worried, froze in an instant.

She carefully looked at shiyuhan, but he didn't look at her. The eyes from his black eyes were severe and sharp, like the ice of a thousand years, staring at Zishi coldly.

Not to mention whether Zishi was scared, song Qinghuan was scared anyway.

When she saw her son, she suddenly let out a "whine", and then very honestly got up and walked away.

Song Qinghuan was frightened and thought that he was so fierce that he didn't want to kill Zishi.

The word "kill" made her nervous without any reason. She swallowed: "well, don't blame it, it didn't hurt me, it just came to play with me."

When Yuhan turned his eyes and stared at her, he didn't speak for a long time. Suddenly, he spoke sarcastically in a low voice: "I want to do something about it, not because of you."

"What?" Song Qinghuan looked at him in amazement.

What he said was that he didn't care whether it hurt her or not. What he cared about was that it didn't listen to him.

Song Qinghuan clenched his teeth, "I'll be sentimental. Go away, get out of my bedroom!"

It is obvious that song Qinghuan has forgotten that day's "love blowing" left her toss.

When the cold is half squinting eyes suddenly open, from inside burst out two hot light: "what do you say?"

Song Qinghuan clenched his lips tightly, but he couldn't help shaking his hand into a fist.

Just now, she was just angry. Now she calms down a little. She dares to say it again.

See her silent, when the cold did not speak, but coldly turned.

Looking at the tall, straight and callous figure, song Qinghuan turned his mouth and made a face. He raised his hand and clenched his fist to beat the air behind him.

The morning sun was shining directly on her, and her shadow was reflected on the ground, just so that she could see clearly.

When the cold suddenly pause step, turn to see her, light without warm eyes, must look for a trace of emotion, that is indifference.

Song Qinghuan was killed unprepared, so she waved her fist and stopped in the air.

When the cold does not move, so determined to look at her, seems to want to know what she is going to do next.

Song Qinghuan looks at him and his fists. He wants to hit the wall.

After biting her lips for a long time, she finally squeezed out a sentence: "what are you doing? I can't practice waving my fist!"

Then he shook his fists left and right.

When the cold coldly hook the hook lip, suddenly reached out to hold song Qinghuan's arm, came to a 360 degree big rotation, and then put her one against the wall.