Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 197 His little girl cried

Ruan Shiyan was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

She hadn't called Song Zehan for an hour, and now she couldn't bear it anymore.

Just now, in order to control her frequent bombing of Song Zehan's phone, she had a heartbreak and directly locked the phone in the safe in Song Zehan's study.

Then he wrapped three Band-Aids around the finger that he could unlock the combination lock with.

It barely lasted an hour.

For her, Song Zehan had been out of contact for a day, so she couldn't be in a hurry.

If Fu Disheng hadn't repeatedly assured her that her master Han had been in a similar situation before and just needed to be alone, there would be absolutely no problem, she would have called Lu Yiyan to call the police.

Just when she felt that she was about to lose control, and then opened the safe and used her mobile phone to make calls, the sound of a car finally sounded in Song Yuan's yard.

Ruan Shiyan shuddered and ran to the window.

When he found out that the car that came back was Song Zehan's car, he immediately ran downstairs.

Song Zehan had just driven the car into the garage, and before he had unbuckled his seat belt, he saw a black figure approaching him quickly, and slapped his front hood heavily with a "slap".

Song Zehan frowned slightly, and when he looked up, it was indeed the little girl from his family who liked to use violence when he was in a bad mood.

But yes, besides her, who would dare to play this game in front of him so blatantly?

He picked up the document bag on the passenger seat and got out of the car.

As soon as the car door was closed, Ruan Shiyan rushed to him in a few steps, grabbed his tie, raised her head, and looked directly into his eyes.

"Song Zehan! Tell me, why is the phone turned off? Tell me, where have you been fooling around all day? Tell me..." Ruan Shiyan realized something was wrong in the middle of speaking.

"Bah, you've pissed me off! Where's your phone?"

Song Zehan handed it over obediently, but when Ruan Shiyan took it from him, he couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch her cheek.

Ruan Shiyan was already angry, but when he made such a move, she immediately became furious.

"Song, Ze, Han! Be serious, your problem has not been resolved yet!" After speaking, she realized that Song Zehan's phone had been turned on, and her WeChat had been read, and she became even more angry.

"Okay you, why didn't you contact me when you turned it on? Do you know how I lived this day? How worried I am... um..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Zehan decisively sealed her lips with a kiss, blocking her endless complaints and accusations.

It wasn't that he was bored and couldn't listen anymore, but that he didn't want her to be so angry anymore.

The physical condition is not so ideal, what should I do if I get angry?
But before the kiss could go deep, he felt the warmth of his lips slipping down.

Song Zehan was taken aback.

His little girl was crying.

It's rare for Ruan Shiyan today not to be upset because of his kiss, and her anger has subsided a lot, which caused the worries that she had been afraid of for a day to surge up again and again.

She was really afraid of death.

I'm afraid that he is not the so-called quiet alone, but ran to do stupid things for her heart.

If something really happened to him because of this incident, how would he want her to live in the future?
A helpless sigh overflowed from Song Zehan's throat, and he moved the kiss up a little bit, following her tears to the corner of her eyes.

Every movement was so gentle and outrageous, silently telling her his cherishment and distress.

Song Zehan didn't straighten up until he felt that her tears were not flowing so hard, and stuffed the document bag in her arms into her arms.

Send her a message with your eyes.

--open to take a look.

(End of this chapter)