Chapter 242

When song Qinghuan woke up the next day, he felt sore, but strange. He was not tired at all. Instead, he felt comfortable all over.

Pick up the phone to see the time, the morning alarm clock has not gone off, the time is still early.

Originally, I planned to stay out of the cold and go to work or not.

But I don't think it's necessary. It's not her who did the wrong thing. She's a victim now. Why should she avoid him.

He should be hiding.

After washing and changing clothes, song Qinghuan plans to finish breakfast quickly, and then go to the drugstore to buy an emergency contraceptive.

When he came downstairs, he was sitting at the dining table, with the morning paper of international finance he was reading every day.

My aunt made a table for breakfast today.

Song Qinghuan didn't even glance at him. He didn't mean to sit down for breakfast. He turned and walked out of the hall.

Although looking at the newspaper, but know song Qinghuan down, the voice in her turn after the first time ring up: "stop!"

The words "low, magnetic, cold, dignified and arrogant" seemed like a powerful magic charm. They penetrated into song Qinghuan's ears and occupied her mind.

She froze like a controlled puppet.

But then he calmed down and scolded himself for being useless. Then he went straight outside. He didn't have any idea that he wanted to take care of the cold.

In the morning, he woke up as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened, without a trace of pity and guilt for her.

It really hurt her, made her complain, and made her hate.

When I was cold, I read the newspaper quietly, and her back was silent. Junrong was covered with a layer of fog under the cover of the morning sun, and the expression on her face was changing quickly, which made people not understand at all.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked towards song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan changed her shoes and stood up straight. Her arms tied her to her arms.

You don't have to look back to know who this person is.

Song Qinghuan's eyes turned red. Tears filled his eyes. He put his hand on his shoulder and pushed out: "don't touch me..."

Her mood, seems a little excited, "I hate you."

"Oh, I'm not afraid you hate me." When the cold light back to a, the eyes are still quiet.

Just like every time song Qinghuan saw him alone, he was quiet, without waves, always cold and lonely.

She did not let him touch her, he also took advantage of the situation, no longer forced her.

This answer, together with this expression, is like five thunderbolts, hitting song Qinghuan hard.

Song Qinghuan could hardly express his anger in words.

He forced her, as if nothing had happened, as before.

In the face of her dislike, he didn't care.

What does his heart do, what kind of people and things can make him have emotional ups and downs?

The atmosphere gradually fell into a strange, frozen state.

When the cold is still calm, looking at Song Qinghuan, and song Qinghuan is like the leaves in the wind, staring at him.

She couldn't find any words to express her anger at the moment, but she couldn't help fighting back.

"Asshole, you die!" Hate to stare at the cold, hard curse a sentence.

After scolding, she felt a trace of revenge and left as soon as possible.

(PS: I've had a bad cold these days. After three more chapters, I thought I'd sleep a little longer. As a result, I fell asleep. The next day, if I don't make up for those three chapters today, I'll make up for those chapters tomorrow. Dear babies, keep warm when it's cold. It's really hard to catch a cold in winter.)