Chapter 219

She thought it was over that the Charter said she was his girlfriend.

But it's obviously not like this. It's just the tranquility before the rainstorm. Song Qinghuan knows clearly that his warning is that if she dares to get involved with the constitution again, and if she is crowned as the girlfriend of the constitution, it's no wonder that his subordinates are merciless.

That kind of punishment, absolutely not she can bear.

"I see." Song Qinghuan bowed his head, with an attitude of admitting his mistake.

When cold thin lips close, hold your breath, get up, step forward.

Song Qinghuan followed her anxiously. This time, she didn't dare to think about it any more. She thought that he would not let her go so easily because of her warm personality.

But through the green and secluded bamboo, into the villa courtyard, when the cold is still not a word, half step does not stop, regardless of her, directly to the back of the villa building.

Song Qinghuan heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the Charter said that she was his girlfriend. Now it should be the end.

Alas, I will never pay attention to the articles of association again. I was really out of my mind at that time, so I would say that to him.

It's true that heaven's sin can still be violated, and you can't live by your own sin.

Song Qinghuan takes out the key to open the door, pushes the door, and turns on the light before she comes. She looks up. With the light moonlight outside, she sees a black figure floating down the corner of the stairs in the living room.

Her face changed greatly, and instinctively exclaimed, "who? Who is where? "

The black figure heard the sound and suddenly stopped himself.

He turned back and glared at him in the dark, with something in his hand, gliding past a shade of cold silver.

That's a knife!!

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in horror and immediately backed out, shouting: "keep out of the cold, keep out of the cold at the same time."

someone was at her home, and she was still holding a knife in her hand. Song Qinghuan was scared to death and ran to keep out of the cold.

When Yuhan heard her urgent call for help, she had already turned back.

In the dark night, his slender and lonely figure stood in the wind, his cold eyes shining with the light of frost and snow.

As soon as he got to his side, song Qinghuan tripped over his right foot and fell forward slightly.

With a quick extension of his strong arm, he encircled song Qinghuan's leaning body and brought it into his arms.

"There's someone in the room with a knife..." Song Qinghuan on his eyes, panic with eight words to report everything.

Shi Yuhan glanced at the direction of the villa, hugged song Qinghuan's waist, let her spin in her arms, then hugged her waist and took her to the villa.

The whole process, just a few seconds.

Step by step forward, he is like a silver wolf looking for prey, sharp eyes staring at the front, his prey.

Unlike his calmness and composure, song Qinghuan is nervous and scared.

But still step, with the cold, step by step toward the villa.

When we got to the door, Yuhan reached out and pressed the switch.

The hall of the villa is empty, and the furnishings are neat, but the floor glass windows of the balcony are open, which makes people know that someone has broken in.

The cold wind blows down the window curtains, fluttering, so that the original warm living room at the moment seems to be a little gloomy.

When the eyes of the cold swept a circle, then took song Qinghuan step by step into, still elegant and calm.