Dear Mr. Shi

It was night when Shi Annuo was lying on the bed, but couldn't sleep. He knew that what Wen Zhaozhao said to him today was the most heart-warming thing.

He would think about it, and he was thinking about it all the time, so he couldn't sleep over and over again.

Later, he forced himself not to think about it anymore. He didn't know what to think about in a mess. It's better to fall asleep. When he wakes up tomorrow, he will think of who the first time is, then he must be the one who has thought about it for the rest of his life.

Early the next morning, Shi Annuo opened his eyes, and the rusty brocade curtains came into view, and the morning light slipped in through the gaps in the curtains, spreading the glory of the room.

Shi Annuo stood in front of the window, opened the curtains, looked out the window, the picturesque city under the morning sun, and took a deep breath.

From waking up to now, there is only one person in his mind. He has a great heart, washes his face and brushes his teeth. He wants to hold hands with the person who wants to spend his entire life with him as quickly as possible.

When I changed my clothes and was standing in front of the mirror fixing my tie, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Shi Annuo turned his head and glanced, stopped tying his tie, reached out and took the phone.

At the top of the phone screen, there was a very unfamiliar number. Shi Anuo frowned and paused before connecting: "Hello, who may I ask?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to want to pay attention to him. An indifferent male voice ordered, and the other person on the other end of the phone: "The phone is already connected, speak quickly!"

But the other person didn't say anything, biting his lips firmly.

The male voice resounded again with a solemn taste: "Don't force me to kill you now."

As he said, he reached out and clasped a woman's chin. When he saw that the woman was still biting her lip, and there was no sound, the man raised his hand in anger, "pop!!" There was a sound, and the murderer slammed it viciously. The woman slapped.

Half of her face swelled up fiercely, and when the woman was beaten to the ears buzzing, and when her mouth oozes sweetness, the hot pain came and conditioned her reflex, and she let out a depressing "Ah!"

Although the voice was very light and very short, Shi Annuo could hear whose voice it was.

He stared coldly, and stared unsteadily: "Qian...Cici, are you? Cici..."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, so silent, Han Qianqian bit her lip, tears in pain, but she didn't say a word to prevent Shi Anuo from getting in.

Suddenly, the man became angry.

The man suddenly flew a kick, and with a muffled noise, he kicked Han Qianqian in the stomach!

Han Qianqian suddenly fell to the ground, her body suddenly curled up into a ball, instinctively groaning in pain.

"Cici, what's wrong with you? Cici..." When she heard the nervous voice from Shi Anuo on the other side of the phone, she immediately closed her mouth tightly again, suppressing all the moans in her body.

Her body was trembling violently on the ground, her pale and slender fingers separated, and then clutching her body tightly, her fingertips pierced into her body, but they couldn't offset the sharp pain in the foot.

"Speak, hear without me!!" The man commanded, only thinking that the woman's brain was faulty, no matter whether she made a sound, she was already in their hands, and the man named Shi Annuo would come sooner or later.

But Han Qianqian, who was curled up on the floor, was silent.