Dear Mr. Shi

A year ago she felt that she could find out about her brother in only one year, but after one year passed, she had no clue.

Brother, where is it?

Did he go to another world like Li Wei? , Still alive, hiding in a place she doesn't know?

It's cold! Song Qinghuan, who was extremely afraid of the cold, wrapped the clothes wrapped around her body and speeded up to the subway station.

Far away, there was a man wearing black clothes and a black hat, following her from a distance, and when she looked sadly at the sky, he also frowned sadly.

The sixth sense of a woman is sometimes very strange.

Song Qinghuan was walking, and suddenly a very strange picture flashed in her mind. She didn't know if it was because she just sighed, and she didn't find the reason for her brother.

At this moment, I actually feel that my brother is by my side.

She paused, turned her head around and looked at it.

The man in black who was following her also stopped abruptly. He was at a loss as if he wanted to find a place to hide, only to find that the road was empty and there were no bushes.

He stiffened and turned, turned his back to Song Qinghuan, straightened his back, and walked away quickly.

After Song Qinghuan finished reading around, she subconsciously wanted to look back when her phone rang suddenly.

Song Qinghuan turned half of his head back, and took out his mobile phone to take a look.

The caller is the charter.

She pursed her lips and thought for a moment, but still slid her finger away from the access button: "Hey, regulations."

The charter has gone abroad. Mei Jun said that he had been waiting for her that day, and when he boarded the plane later, he said that he would abandon her.

Now that he has figured it out, why does he keep calling her today?

She hasn't picked up, but it seems that escape is not the way.

Let's take it, and then tell him that she is married, not a formal marriage, but a real marriage, so that he will never fight again.

"Huanhuan!"

The voice of the regulations sounded, and it seemed to be very close.

Song Qinghuan raised her eyes subconsciously, and saw the regulations in a beige down jacket with a suitcase in her hand.

When Song Qinghuan raised his eyes, he smiled at her.

Then hung up the phone and walked quickly towards her, pulling the suitcase.

"You... why did you return to China?" Song Qinghuan was shocked, and subconsciously stepped back, pulling the distance between the two.

"Because you said you miss me, Huanhuan, because you miss me, so I am back! I just hope it won't be too late," the charter looked at her affectionately.

Song Qinghuan was a little surprised: "What do I miss you, what are you talking nonsense?"

The bylaws couldn't help frowning, "... Huanhuan, you text me, you said you miss me too, I thought you figured it out, so I'm back!"

"..." Insane, Song Qinghuan was even more stunned. When did she send him a text message saying that she missed him, did he suffer from delusion?

Her face sank, and she said coldly: "Who sent you a text message, did you forget to take your medicine today?"

The regulations were taken aback for a moment, "Huanhuan, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qinghuan snorted coldly, "What's wrong with me? I just want to ask you what's wrong? What's wrong with you? I'm too lazy to care about you, I'm leaving!"

After speaking, he had to bypass him and leave. The regulations were very hurt, his face became particularly gloomy, and he grabbed Song Qinghuan's arm.

Song Qinghuan lowered his face and stared at him: "Regulations, please respect yourself!"