Chapter 220

The room is very quiet, dead silence, just like the prelude of the storm, it's very frightening!

When the cold with song Qinghuan, slow down gradually forward.

He first came to the balcony and closed the glass door tightly. Then he took song Qinghuan and opened the room doors on the first floor one by one.

Then, there was the second floor, another room, one door opened, and finally came to the master bedroom, the bedroom where song Qinghuan lived.

At the moment, there was no one else in the villa except the two of them.

Song Qinghuan, who had been gasping for fright, suddenly relaxed just now.

Someone broke into her place with a knife. She was so scared just now that her hair stood up.

Only when she didn't realize it at that time and the alarm was lifted, did she find that she was scared to have an impulse to cry.

She sat down by the bed in her bedroom, clenched her lips, sweating, as if with all her strength.

When the cold drooping eyes looking at her, pursed lips half ring way: "you rest."

Sure enough, it's not his style to say comforting words. After thinking for a long time, I didn't find a suitable sentence. Maybe Zishi is more suitable to stay with her than he is now.

Just a light word, but let song Qinghuan is very excited.

She stood up, reached for her cold arm and asked, "are you going back? Well, would you like some tea

Just now someone broke into such a big room, and she was still holding a knife. She really didn't dare to stay alone.

If she is not wrong, this person may have something to do with her brother. He may have killed her with a knife, or he may have come to get along with her.

No matter which one it is, it's terrible that the man can break in by force.

When the cold pressed her little hand, and then slowly took away from the arm: "so late, what else to drink tea."

It's hard for people not to understand such an obvious refusal.

Suddenly, song Huan gave you a kind of sour and red voice, which made you hungry

When the cold eye color deep, looking at her way: "not hungry, you go to take a bath, later early rest."

Song Qinghuan is flustered, and reaches for his sleeve again.

This kind of dependence, let the cold lips, slightly invisible raised, he evil four way, "how, do you want me to accompany you to wash together?"

Song Qinghuan was slightly stunned, and then his face turned red like blood.

Shyness made her subconsciously release her hand, and her heart was extremely speechless. This man really, clearly saw that she was holding him because she was afraid and didn't want him to leave so soon.

I went to the next room to get the computer. It's a bit cold today. You can take a shower and warm the bed. Wait for me

"Ah?" Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in amazement. He couldn't believe his ears when he looked up at the cold weather.

When the cold pick eyebrows, seems to ask her, how? Don't you want to?

If he said that in the past, she would not say anything on the surface, but she would certainly scold him to death in her heart. But at the moment, she nodded: "OK, I'll go now!"

There was no dissatisfaction, but a little more joy.

The man came to the villa with a knife. In Song Qinghuan's opinion, he probably wanted to kill her.