I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 402 Brother, I Hurt. I Hurt So Much!
Come back home!

The cold voice, when saying these two words, is so gentle and tender.

But she could also hear that there was a trace of inexplicable emotion in his voice.

It is hidden very deep, like a shipwreck buried in the deep sea for thousands of years, making it difficult to find.

Su Shao was stunned for a moment, and the next second, she was led forward by Song Yan.

The force holding her palm was so overbearing that she couldn't break free.

Just like that, Su Shao was staggered and led out of Qiao Yuan's gate by Song Yan.

He walked ahead, walking fast.

Su Shao was wearing high heels and couldn't keep up with his speed. At the same time, she didn't like his reaction.

what the hell!Obviously he was the one who disappeared first, and then came out without a word of explanation, just dragging her forward?

"Song Yan." Su Shao wrapped the suit on her shoulders, she was dragged all the way by Song Yan, she was panting slightly when she spoke, "Slow down, okay?"

The man in front of him didn't seem to hear what she was saying at all, and he kept moving forward, like a mad stag, rampaging.

Su Shao, who was wearing high heels, could feel the piercing pain in her heels. She hissed and gasped, "Stop! Stop, stop, stop——"

She was a little angry, her delicate makeup was wrinkled together, and her voice was a little heavier.

On weekdays, although Song Yan gave her the impression that he was a straight man, he was also a gentle straight man, not a rough man, and his actions were neither serious nor serious.

His appearance really frightened her a little.

Could it be that he is hiding his sickness?Seeing a man talking to me, the possessive desire in my heart can't accept it?
The strong and powerful arms didn't even pause, like what Su Shao said, he rejected them and couldn't hear them.

Night road, no one on the street.

The lights were dim.

The man in a white shirt and black suit pants was thin and indifferent, with an expressionless face.

The wind in May blew his necktie, which had no wrinkle at all, like the lamentation of some kind of wild animal in the forest.

"Song Yan? Can you stop for a moment and talk! Are you deaf or blind?" Su Shao began to struggle to break free, she wanted to know where the man who was still kissing her wetly in the morning went!

Didn't he just go to Qiao Yuan, why did he become like this when we met again?

"Song Yan! Song Yan!" Su Shao gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes.

He'd never done that to himself.

This kind of paranoid and savage action, as well as that indifferent and silent attitude, made her shudder with fear.

Su Shao thought about it, and found it quite ridiculous.

It's such a time, the first thing she was afraid of was not her own safety, but the fear of whether he had experienced something terrible just now alone.

"Brother, I hurt so much!" Su Shao finally couldn't help it anymore, the tears burst out from her eyes, and she sobbed softly.

Low and hoarse, with fear.

Song Yan, who was walking forward with his head buried, stopped suddenly after hearing the word "brother".

He seemed to be recovering slowly, turned around mechanically, and then let go of Su Shao's palm.

The white and soft palms and backs of his hands were flushed and a little purple from the squeeze he had just done.

Song Yan's eyelashes trembled in a daze, and the rationality in his head was gradually recovered.

He stared at the small face in front of his chest, his delicate eye makeup was wet with tears, and the corners of his eyes were smudged, giving him a messy and wanton beauty.

Even crying, the little girl is still beautiful to the bone.

Song Yan took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

The moment he lowered his head, Su Shao clearly saw a trace of fear and panic in his cold eyes.

Is he afraid?
What are you afraid of?
Or. What happened to him?What secret is hidden in him?
That night, why did you stay in Beishan Cemetery?

Song Yan, what happened to you!

With a body of more than 1.8 meters, he just stood under the night with his head down.

The bleakness of the night blended with the bleakness surging around him, without distinguishing each other.

Su Shao's chest seemed to be tightly gripped by a pair of big palms, which almost made her suffocate, a feeling of suffocation.

She thought, compared with his pain, the pain she had just now was nothing at all.
She sniffed, and slowly opened her hands to embrace the thin waist.

"Baby Song, let's go home."

(End of this chapter)