Dear Mr. Shi

Although this villa is very large, Song Qinghuan always feels depressed living here. She also wanted to find a place to breathe. Mei Jun asked her to go, and she immediately agreed.

When walking out of the private road, she saw a woman in a Chanel dress at the intersection.

It's Han Qianqian!

Seeing her, Song Qinghuan was not too surprised, it seemed that Han Qianqian's appearance had always been in her expectation.

He was so reluctant that day. After the duel, he really gave up and never appeared again. Instead, it seemed that something was wrong.

Han Qianqian leaned on a white sports car, raised her chin and arrogantly asked Song Qinghuan, "Where are you going?"

Song Qinghuan didn't reply to her directly, but just asked: "Is there something wrong?"

Han Qianqian looked at her coldly, when she was about to fight, her eyes were full of murderousness, hatred and absolute, staring at Song Qinghuan without blinking, breathing heavily, "I want to talk to you, now, do you have time?"

The question is asking if there is time, but the tone is obviously not for Song Qinghuan to refuse, it means that he has to talk if he doesn't talk.

Song Qinghuan thought for a while, and then asked, "Can I finish the talk in half an hour? If I can, I'll go to the Starbucks across the community. I'll talk to you. If I can't, I'll talk again. I have an appointment with a friend."

"Yes! Get in the car!" Han Qianqian turned to open the door, then sat in the driving seat and waited for Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan glanced at the car, then went around to the other side, opened the door of the co-pilot and sat in.

The sports car drove out with a "boom", Han Qianqian drove the car murderously, not looking at Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan didn't look at her either. She pretended to be playing with her mobile phone, but in fact she was calmly sending a message to Shi Yuhan.

When Yuhan gave her an address card that day, it also included his phone number.

Song Qinghuan survived, just to prepare for emergencies, such as when Han Qianqian asked her for trouble.

She could see that Han Qianqian liked it very much, and liked the cold man very much.

Because of love, ignorance and fearlessness, and because of ignorance and fearlessness, you may often do things without considering the consequences.

Song Qinghuan didn't want to respond to her. At this moment, Han Qianqian, it's probably either you or me. She felt that she should find him. She didn't have the free time to give him, and she had no obligation to help him deal with his rotten peach blossoms.

No matter what Han Qianqian is going to do.

She can drag it now, just drag it for a while, and when the cold man arrives, she will throw Han Qianqian to him and leave.

Starbucks is on the first floor of a large shopping mall directly opposite the residential area. The decoration is elegant and noble, coupled with the huge fountain outside, it looks very warm and romantic.

Of course, in such a sentimental place, there is only a sword between the two women.