Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was very uncomfortable at first, Shi Yuhan's gentleness was too shocking and made her extremely uneasy.

But soon she sank into the gentleness of Shi's cold protection, like a beating ice, slowly melted into a pool of soft water under Shi's passionate French kiss.

Song Qinghuan felt that her breath was full of familiar auras.

That kind of breath is so unique, so refreshing, so fascinating.

She felt that she was about to suffocate.

Shi Yuhan loosened her slightly. His lips were so pink as to be kissed. At a distance of about one centimeter from her, a scorching breath was sprayed.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip without saying a word. She looked at him with eyes full of water, and she seemed to be complaining in her calmness, as if she was saying: That was what you checked.

When the weather was cold, he curled his lips and stained his face with a wicked smile.

He didn't say anything, just kissed Song Qinghuan's lips again.

However, this kiss is no longer the lingering and gentle kiss at the beginning. This kiss is somewhat arrogant and arrogant, swallowing it like a hungry and not choosing food, as if to swallow Song Qinghuan alive into his own body.

It was as if sparks had been thrown into dry wood, and their bodies burned like flames, becoming scorching hot.

Song Qinghuan became more and more unbearable, and kept going back...

Shi Yuhan became more and more powerful and plundered, and kept moving forward...

When Song Qinghuan was about to fall down, Shi Yuhan hooked her waist and pushed her down on the bed.

Song Qinghuan's face was hot, red and blurred.

She hurriedly stretched out her hand to Shi Yuhan's chest, the hot temperature almost scorched her hand.

Shocked in panic, and bravely approached it, but was caught by Shi Yuhan, and then fixed on the top of his head.

The ambiguous factor in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and the electric flint seems to erupt in an instant.

At this moment, the phone in Shi Yuhan's pocket suddenly vibrated non-stop.

Shi Yuhan paused, then raised his head and looked at Song Qinghuan steadily, as if asking Song Qinghuan if he wanted to pick him up.

Song Qinghuan's cheeks were getting hotter, looking at his handsome and delicate face, he pouted: "Get up, it's heavy."

Shi Yuhan didn't get up, and pressed on Song Qinghuan's body. At the same time, he took out the phone and connected.

I don't know what the person at the other end said, Shi Yuhan got up suddenly and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Have you received the inspection report?" He asked indifferently without a trace of expression on his face.

The tenderness that was hard to be seen just now has been completely gone, and at this moment there is only a chilling condensation.

Song Qinghuan also sat up, planning to take this opportunity to leave the bedroom quietly.

But when he heard the cold, he said coldly: "Sue me! Tell him that he has violated the law, abused the law, tried in private, borrowed the name of the interrogation to be suspected of indecent... The more crimes, the better, and everything that can be added is added. If you want him to go to jail, of course you have to lose money. If he doesn’t have the money, let him sell the house and sell his wife and son! In short, I want him to have nothing and live in jail for life. If you can’t handle this small thing, Then you can replace him!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone very handsomely with the momentum of being the only one in the world.

Song Qinghuan turned his eyes when he was halfway through the discussion, and looked at him directly.

After Shi Yuhan hung up the phone, she immediately asked: "The person you were about to sue just now is the police officer who interrogated me?"