Chapter 587

The newspaper is a tall man, holding Zhang Jie in and out of the hotel photos, the headline also said, anchor Zhang Jie's mysterious boyfriend surfaced.

Tall men "still hold Pipa half cover face", but from the back, song Qinghuan can see that he is warm.

In fact, song Qinghuan should not have believed these things.

But at this moment, it is very hurtful.

A drop of hot tears fell down, Song Qing fell in love with a cold and sour!

She sobbed, why she suffered here, every minute is painful, and he at this time, when she disappeared, can sometimes go to see Zhang Jie.

At this moment, so a little pain and grievance, blame, will be infinitely magnified.

At this moment, song Qinghuan suddenly resented the cold, but he could not tell clearly the hatred of unknown way.

Heart suddenly feel, when the cold may not save her, and her heart also suddenly calm down.

Instead of waiting for someone to save her, maybe self-help is more practical.

She suddenly looked up at the man and prayed, "I don't believe it. It must be fake. Can you help me loosen the rope? Let me have a good look at the newspaper, please

The man refused: "No."

Song Qinghuan blinked, tears "Bata Bata" to fall down.

She cried very sad and said with a sad face: "brother, I beg you, please let me have a look. If I am tied here for such a person, I really don't deserve it. So even if I die, you can at least let me die to understand and understand. My heart is really painful. I won't run away. I don't even have the strength to sit up. How can I You may still run. I can't run. "

The man still refused, "no way!"

Song Qinghuan cried: "I know. You must have lied to me. This newspaper is fake. You dare not let me read it."

The man frowned, bent down to stare at Song Qinghuan's hands tied behind him, and then looked at the newspaper.

After thinking about it, he said, "well, I'll change your posture and tie your hands to the front so that you can read the newspaper."

With that, the man squatted down to untie the rope on Song Qinghuan's wrist.

"OK, thank you, big brother!" Song Qinghuan thanks again and again, and takes advantage of the gap between the rope and the man: "brother, I know you are not a bad man, you are a good man."

"Oh..." The man sneered twice and then stopped.

Song Qinghuan said again, "I have a brother who looks like you. Seeing you makes me feel like seeing my brother."

The man glanced at her coldly and said, "Hey, don't get close to me. I tell you you'd better be honest, or you'll suffer. Fourth master is not a vegetarian."

Song Qinghuan nodded honestly: "don't worry, I'll be honest. By the way, your accent seems to be from city Q. it's a coincidence that I'm also from city Q. I followed my mother to city A. how did brother come to city a?"

"Yes, I'm from Q City, because..." Unconsciously, the man also talked about how he came from Q city to a city.

When it comes to the suffering of life, he threw the rope up and down in his hands.

Song Qinghuan was thrilled to see it, but he listened quietly all the time and glanced at the brick beside him quietly