Chapter 813

When they got home, they cleaned up and went to bed. It was nearly eleven o'clock.

Song Qinghuan leaned against Shi Yuhan and looked up at him: "Shi Yuhan, in fact, you don't have to do that. We are also very good."

When the cold drooping eyes looking at her, eyebrow tail slightly picked pick, seems to ask her, why to answer like this?

Song Qinghuan raised her hand, held it in her hand and played with it gently: "I saw that the man had a gun in his hand, so today we went out to play, not just the two of us. The man in the bar should have rushed over accidentally and almost hit me, while the man who stopped him should have been following us and protecting us silently In fact, we should not only have him, there should be several others, but the others are more secretive. "

When the cold raised his hand, gently stroked her face: "it seems that I don't have to say anything, you already know everything."

Song Qinghuan nodded: "yes, I know all about it. When it's cold, you don't need to be like this. You will work very hard like this."

Shi Yuhan: "I keep you at home everyday, and I don't have much time to accompany you. It's wonderful to go out with you for a day.

Song Qinghuan was very considerate and said: "no, I'm not bored at home. I take xiaolele with me every day. I feel very happy and happy. I'm enough for you to accompany me occasionally. Men have to work and can't stay with women every day. I just want to wait for Lele to grow up and go out with my family. "

After a pause, she continued: "the reason why I couldn't sleep yesterday was not because I was bored, but because Zhang Jie also said something to me, not about you, but about Bai rubing. But Zhang Jie and we are not clear about each other. I was thinking about the truth of her words and thinking about it."

"White as ice?" When the cold gently asked.

Song Qing blinked: "yes, she said that she didn't know all this. Bai rubing told her that she was used by you. I think it's strange. How could Bai rubing know this?"

"I'll investigate."

Song Qinghuan smiles and leans on the cold body in the past: "when the cold, you don't have to go out with me so hard in the future. I'm very happy now. Really, it's better to have you with me than anything."

"In fact, it's not hard work. I don't need to do anything. And they, even if we don't go out to play, have people following me all the time. But now the old man doesn't appear, and I take you with me, which makes them nervous."

When the cold looked at her, painfully raised slender fingers, stroked her face: "your man is not made of tofu, he is your iron mountain."

"Iron The mountain Song Qinghuan hooked his lips, raised his hand and gently poked his chest a few times, then narrowed his eyes and laughed: "it's so hard, like iron, ha ha."

When the cold holding her hand, and then tightly in his arms, "there is a place harder, you want to try."

The scorching heat from his body turned to his body, which made people feel inexplicably hot. Then he felt that Yuhan held her hand, and all the way down to a firm place. Song Qinghuan's face fainted, and he gently fanned his eyelashes: "Yuhan, you..."