Chapter 657

After the meal, Si Canaan drove song Qinghuan back.

Pregnant women are like this. After eating and drinking enough, they will want to sleep if they lean on a comfortable cushion.

What's more, there is soft music in the carriage. Song Qinghuan turns to look out of the window, closes his eyes, and then slowly sleeps.

When Si Canaan stopped his car outside the villa where song Qinghuan was, he turned to see song Qinghuan and fell asleep by the window.

His expression softened in an instant, and the voice of the exit also suppressed.

Side head, looking at Song Qinghuan sleeping like this.

Divorced. She divorced. Did that man hurt her? That's why she sleeps so restlessly, frowning.

He remembered that song Qinghuan in his mind was always so happy and happy.

But now, she was more beautiful than before, but she had a melancholy smell, which was absolutely not what he wanted to see.

Is she trapped in love?

Scannan sighed, why he didn't find her, why he didn't meet her earlier.

Or from the beginning, it was destined that she would not have a place in her heart.

If he could not find her at that time, but still did not give up looking for him, would he find her, would it be another fate.

Skannan found that he really wanted to take good care of her no matter what happened to her.

Hand, unconsciously stretched out.

At this time, when he was about to touch song Qinghuan, song Qinghuan suddenly woke up.

Scannan immediately took back his hand and said with a gentle smile, "awake?"

"Excuse me, why did I go to bed? Why didn't you wake me up?" Song Qinghuan apologized and untied his seat belt.

Scannan shook his head. "I've just arrived. I'm going to call you."

"Thank you." Song Qinghuan politely pushed the door open and got off to go back to the villa.

After Song Qinghuan went back, he wanted to sleep again, but he couldn't sleep any more.

She was tucked in the quilt with her cell phone in one hand.

Sometimes it's cold proof photos on the mobile phone, and one hand covers the eyes, and then looks at the pictures on the screen through the fingers.

A month is almost over. She has lived through nearly a month, but every day is muddled. Every day she thinks about him, thinks about him, thinks about him

What about him? What is he doing now? Do you think about yourself?

Just as song Qinghuan thought about this, a black car quietly stopped opposite her villa.

Steel plated glass can only let the people inside see the outside, while the people outside will never see the slightest bit inside.

A driver got out of the car, but there were still two people sitting in it. One of them was a handsome man, who song Qinghuan thought about day and night.

He leaned lazily on the back of his chair, slightly sideways, his eyes fixed on the villa where song Qinghuan lived.

Song Qinghuan couldn't sleep, so she got up and planned to go to the garden in the villa area to have a look at the flowers and plants. After each time, she would sit on the steps at the door.

At this time, the housekeeper would take out a thick cushion and follow her.

It's the same today. After a walk in the garden, she sat down on the steps and looked blankly ahead.

It's something she does almost every day.