Dear Mr. Shi

In the newspaper was a tall man carrying a picture of Zhang Jie entering and leaving the hotel. The headline also said that the mysterious boyfriend of the famous anchor Zhang Jie surfaced.

The tall man "still holds the pipa half-hidden", but from the back, Song Qinghuan can see that he is protecting himself from the cold.

The news in the entertainment industry is unclear. In fact, Song Qinghuan shouldn't believe these things.

But seeing it at this moment is extremely hurtful.

A drop of hot tears fell, and Song Qinghuan felt cold and sour in his heart!

She whimpered, why she is suffering here, every minute and every second is painful time, and at this time, when she was missing, he could actually go to see Zhang Jie sometimes.

At this moment, the slightest bit of pain, grievance, and blame will be infinitely magnified.

At this moment, Song Qinghuan suddenly hated Shi Yuhan, unable to explain the unknown hatred.

Suddenly, I felt that Shi Yuhan might not be able to save her, and her heart suddenly calmed down.

Instead of waiting for someone to rescue her, it might be more practical to save herself.

She suddenly looked up at the man, begging, "I don't believe it, this must be fake, can you help me loosen the rope? Let me read the newspaper carefully, please."

The man refused: "No."

Song Qinghuan blinked, tears falling down.

She cried very sadly and said with a sorrowful face: "Big brother, I beg you, let me see it. If I am tied here for such a person, I really don't deserve it. , So even if I die, you should at least make me understand and be clear. My heart really hurts so badly. I won’t run away. I don’t even have the strength to sit up. How could I still run? Can't run."

The man still refused, "No!"

Song Qinghuan cried: "Then I know, you must have lied to me, this newspaper is fake, you dare not let me read it."

The man frowned, bent over and stared at Song Qinghuan's tied hands behind his back, then glanced at the newspaper again.

After thinking about it, he said: "That's it, I'll change your posture and tie your hands in front, so that you can read the newspaper."

With that, the man squatted down to untie the rope on Song Qinghuan's wrist.

"Okay, thank you, brother!" Song Qinghuan repeatedly thanked him, and took advantage of the gap between untie the rope, and began to tie up with the man: "Big brother, I know you are not a bad person, you are a good person."

"Heh..." The man sneered twice, and then fell silent.

Song Qinghuan said again: "I have an older brother who looks like you. Seeing you I feel like seeing my older brother."

The man glanced at her coldly and said: "Hey, don't get close to me, I tell you you should stay honestly, otherwise you will suffer from your sins. Fourth Master is not a vegetarian."

Song Qinghuan nodded honestly: "Don't worry, I'll stay honestly. By the way, I heard that your accent seems to be from City Q. By coincidence, I am also from City Q. I followed my mother to City A, Brother How did you get to City A?"

"Yes, I am from City Q because of..." The man unconsciously also talked about how he came from City Q to City A.

Speaking of the suffering of life, he was angry and flicked the ground twice with the rope in his hand.

Song Qinghuan was shocked when she saw it, but she listened quietly, and calmly glanced at the brick next to it...