Chapter 221

Name:Dear Mr.Shi Author:Beauty Jiang
She is timid and especially afraid of death. Of course, she chooses the former to warm her bed and her life. Of course, it's also because the opposite of warming her bed is to keep out the cold, because she has warmed his bed for many times.

It's not bad this time.

Song Qinghuan quickly took his pajamas to the bathroom. The next moment when the door of the bathroom closed, his dark eyes suddenly became cold, which precipitated bloodthirsty murderous gas.

It seems that the man finally made a move, but who could it be?

When the cold out of the room, at the door to take out his mobile phone.

He turns on a system in his mobile phone, which is a video monitoring system. There is a dark shadow coming out of the villa area on the screen. It's too dark at night, and the other party is dressed in black and wearing a black mask, so he can't be seen in the video.

It seems that before the other party's action, it has already been found out that the villa is equipped with monitoring devices.

When the cold will be surveillance video, intercepted and sent to Licheng meteorite.

After the successful transmission, he dialed Li Chengying's phone and asked him to call up the road monitoring video of the villa community within 10 minutes and 30 minutes to find the people who came in and out of the villa community within 30 minutes.

The people who came here this time should have come to meet song Qinghuan, and it's probably because of their plain words.

Then hang up the phone, when the cold filled with murderous and cold haze eyes, suddenly flashed a sharp light!

It's a success.

Thinking, I heard a scream coming from the room. It was song Qinghuan's voice.

Shi Yuhan was surprised. He just came into the bedroom and didn't check the bathroom. Did he neglect

He quickly went in and pushed the bathroom door, which was locked!

In a hurry, Shi Yuhan didn't think much about it. He raised his foot and kicked the door open.

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after entering the bathroom, song Qinghuan first stood in front of the washing mirror, washed his face, and calmed down his panic with cold water.

After several deep breaths, she took off her clothes and prepared to take a shower.

Unless there is enough time on Saturdays and Sundays, song Qinghuan always takes a shower. Today, too, he turns on the shower and stands below when the water gets warm.

Water dripping down, song Qinghuan eyes in front of a fuzzy, but cold body began to warm up.

Drooping eyes, through the water curtain, she saw what seemed to be in the bathtub, bloody things, some horror.

Song Qinghuan opens the water on his face, reaches out to turn off the wine and flowers, and stoops to look at the bathtub.

It's OK not to look at it. I was scared and screamed.

And now she's naked.

When the cold push the door in, you see such a sudden Xiangyan picture.

Song Qinghuan was also startled. His face turned red in an instant, and he cried out: "ah!"

Conditioned reflex generally forward, she reached out to grab the towel, wrapped his body, but too hasty, foot slip, body forward.

He knocked his head on the washing table, and suddenly his eyes were full of stars.

It happened to be the sharp corner on the washing table. The delicate skin on the forehead was broken and the thin blood oozed out.

All the things on the washing table were pulled to the ground by her hands, making a clattering sound.

When the cold walk past, a hold her at the same time, but also pull down the bath towel wrapped in her body, and then carried her out.

It's fast.

The next second, he would hold her horizontally, came out of the bathroom, put on the bed in the bedroom.