Chapter 192

The tears never came down. Song Qinghuan suddenly bent his mouth and squeezed out a bright smile, "I'm sorry It seems that It's my fault I thought we were friends. I'm sorry. "

She found herself in agony, almost suffocating.

I thought today would be my happiest day after my brother disappeared. I thought maybe I could forget all my troubles for a while.

But it backfired, when the cold in her heart on a sharp knife.

Turning around, she said nothing more and stepped away from the scene, which made her shame.

As she stepped up the stairs, she heard the door slamming behind her.

Turning back again, she saw that the living room was empty, leaving only the broken cake. She was lonely and fox, just like she is now.

Tears can no longer resist, "Shua" to flow down.

The cruel treatment caught her off guard.

This love sprouts slightly, she has been careful to hide, and finally summoned all the courage, did not expect to be severely trampled on a foot.

Song Qinghuan, why are you so stupid!

She quickly ran back to the bedroom, lying on the bed crying, do not know how long they cry, anyway, the pillow is wet.

"Dong Dong Dong!" There was a knock on the door.

Song Qinghuan sobbed, two eyes swollen like walnuts, subconsciously looked at the door of the room, but did not get up to open the door.

Apart from her, aunt he is the only one in this villa to keep away from the cold.

She can be sure that the person outside is not aunt he, so it must be time to keep out the cold. What does he mean? Does he think that shame is not enough? Want to warn her again?

"Dong Dong Dong!" The knock on the door continued, obviously with emotion.

Song Qinghuan sat up from the bed, with his right hand clenching his clothes and biting his lips.

But still did not want to open the door, because now she did not want to face the cold.

All of a sudden, the sound of panting came from the door. Song Qinghuan was startled. Before he could slow down, the door had been opened from the outside.

Song Qinghuan, still in shock, looks at the cold air-conditioned man, and stares at him in dismay

She moved her lips, as if to say something, but she didn't know what to say, and the cold didn't give her a chance to speak.

Without saying a word, he came to the bedside, pulled her hand from the bed, and went outside.

Song Qinghuan was startled and struggled to retreat.

As she tried to stabilize herself, she yelled, "what are you doing? Where am I taking me? Stop and let me go. "

When the cold completely improper, he or gloomy face, forced to pull her forward, leave the bedroom, leave the villa.

When the door of the villa was closed, song Qinghuan had a kind of premonition of the storm.

When she threw her hand away from the cold, she took it with her I don't want to go, I don't want to go with you, you let me go... "

When Yuhan looked back at her, his eyes were cold and heartless: "let go!"

Song Qinghuan struggled desperately, and his legs were still kicking hard: "you let go, you let me go quickly. If it's because I'm celebrating your birthday, I apologize to you. I don't mean anything else. I just want to celebrate my friend's birthday."