Chapter 765

She sighed and said: "it's my fault. I don't trust you enough. In fact, I shouldn't blame you for some things. But it's all your fault that my daughter is missing. I really don't want to see you. If you don't want to go back to city a, let's separate for a while. My elder brother will continue to look for my daughter."

Shiyuhan is the kind of person who is more emotional in the bottom of his heart but more calm on the face.

He looked at Song Qinghuan indifferently. He saw that song Qinghuan was shaking all over, and his heart was cold. He couldn't help leaning towards the beginning.

When the cold pulled her body, a hand puckered her chin up, forcing her to look at themselves.

But without waiting for him to speak, song Qinghuan said again: "when it's cold, don't say anything, you go back to a city..."

Speak out, let her whole person some collapse, floating in the brain a sense of dizziness, limbs also began to be weak.

But only in this way is the best, when the cold back to a city, Zhang Jie will certainly think they separated.

When the cold deep eyes of the undercurrent surging, like hard to endure something.

He grasped song Qinghuan's shoulder tightly and called her name: "Song Qinghuan!"

Song Qinghuan had never seen such an evil time to keep out the cold. She was startled and subconsciously stepped back.

But when the cold but tightly fixed her body, bow to kiss her lips, song Qinghuan but avoid.

She struggled subconsciously, but was even more controlled by the cold.

"Song Qinghuan, don't think about some messy things. You can only be my woman in your life. No matter what, we won't separate."

If she heard this in the past, she would be happy, and her beloved man would not be separated.

But now it's different. If she can't be separated from this man, she should be separated from the man she loves, otherwise her daughter will be in trouble!

At the thought of Zhang Jie's cruelty to his daughter, song Qinghuan is irritable and anxious.

She shook her head and yelled: "no, I want to be separated. I want to be separated from you. Go back to city a and don't come to me again!"

"Song Qinghuan?" When the cold angry, fingertip strength increased, holding her shoulder is, suddenly to himself.

Song Qinghuan pushed his chest with his hand, trying to break away, but the next second, he took her to his arms, bowed his head and bit her lips.

This kiss, rough and wild, sucking and biting, made song Qinghuan almost unable to breathe.

The overwhelming sense of suffocation made her try to break free, but when she was warm, she was kissing more intensely.

This deep throat kiss began to make song Qinghuan dizzy and difficult to breathe.

She let out a cry of agony, and her tears fell down.

Feel her tears, when the cold after all is not the heart, gently let her go, just panting, forehead against her forehead.

"I'm really in pain. As soon as I close my eyes, I can immediately dream about my daughter. When I wake up, all I think about is her. As soon as I think she will be abused, I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm really going crazy. I don't know what to do..."

When the cold, chest as if suffering a heavy blow, a suffocating pain.

"You said you would get your daughter, and you would get her back." When the cold hold her, strong enough to rub her into the flesh: "I will not let you leave me, never."

Song Qing Huan Xiu frowned, completely out of control, crying louder, crying hysterically, crying heartbroken, sobbing.

Also let the cold feel heartbreaking pain.

He didn't speak any more. He just held song Qinghuan tightly in his arms and held him still.

PS: is that cruel? I don't think it's abusive at all. It's just the twists and turns of the story. How can people feel abusive? Since you are a woman owner, you can't be without waves and waves. If you write about the love between the man and the woman every day, you'll get tired of it if you have more. You should have a day for porridge, vegetables, fish and meat, but you can only call it a story if you have twists and turns. Everything in the story is not an accident. You can only push the plot to a perfect end.)