Chapter 97

In a hurry to go home, song Qinghuan's pace is increasingly messy. He goes straight to the villa building behind him. When he turns, a tall figure suddenly appears in front of him.

He came out of the room, still as in the morning, wearing an ivory sweater and beige trousers. His handsome face was cold and indifferent, and there was no wave because of her appearance.

Seeing that he was about to run into it, song Qinghuan stopped his hasty steps so as not to rush to his predecessor.

Lift eyes, not expect to be a pair of indifference without temperature of black eyes deterrent live!

When the cold drooping eyes looked at her one eye, cold speechless, take back the eyes, and ready to leave.

Song Huan stretched out his sleeve and waited for his breath

When Yuhan looked down at her again, his dark eyes were as cold and deep as midnight, and a few wisps of black hair were playfully hanging down to his forehead, which made him cold without expression, and he looked so charming and sexy.

"Why?" He asked casually.

Song Qinghuan looks up discontentedly and looks up at him complaining, trying to think about how to speak.

"Have you just been abandoned?" When the cold light voice, can say out of the words, but can poison people: "a face of resentment, ugly dead."

Abandon? How ugly is she? This poisonous man, his mouth is too cheap, just as hateful as his people.

Song Qinghuan was so angry that he bit his lips and pursed his lips. He stared at him for a long time, but he didn't speak.

"Let go!" When the cold gently waved his hand, then gently waved song Qinghuan's hand.

"Pig head!" As he stepped forward, he suddenly added two more words.

Song Qing jumped out of control, like a bull out of the gate. In a series of "ah ah" voices, he rushed to shiyuhan.

Just at the moment when she was about to run into him, Yuhan suddenly turned around, and song Qinghuan hit him so hard.

It hurts!! It's like hitting an iron block.

Song Qinghuan raised his head and stroked his head. He thought plaintively that he must be made of stone, so he was so cold and not like a normal person.

"Throw yourself in the arms? Well When the cold looked, the corner of the mouth hook evil radian, is very unpredictable, elusive.

Song Qinghuan's face suddenly turned red and cried out in shame and urgency. "You want to be beautiful! Throw yourself in the arms? I give you a knife. I'm here to settle with you. You're not Shimu at all. Why do you admit that you're Shimu? "

Shi Yuhan leans against the tree, embraces her chest with both hands, crosses her long legs at her ankles, grabs song Qinghuan with cold eyes, and asks her: "when did I admit that I was Shimu?"