Ruan Shiyan subconsciously raised her head and looked at the man sitting in the co-pilot.

Most of the midday sunlight was filtered out by the glass film, and through the car window, it turned into a very faint circle of light that enveloped the man in the passenger seat.

But the soft and warm light could not soften his cold and hard side face and the corners of his lips.

Song Zehan was angry.

But it was different from the state she was in when she didn't go with him.

Could it be that the phone call he just received also told him that ridiculous news?

Otherwise, I wouldn't have to go to the police station so coincidentally.

Ruan Shiyan didn't have time to think about it, Ah Feng on the side seemed to notice her uneasiness, snorted twice, and arched her palm with his head.

The warm and soft touch magically calmed her mood a little.

She lowered her head and rubbed Ah Feng's head a few times gratefully, and the mobile phone also rang a prompt tone.

She picked it up and saw that it was WeChat sent by Song Zehan.

Song Zehan: [You have a criminal record at the police station? 】

Ruan Shiyan's breath stagnated, although she knew that Song Zehan didn't mean to laugh at her, but when she saw the words "case record", she still felt a little dazzling.

She slowed down for a while, her white slender fingers flew quickly on the screen, and she couldn't wait to tell Song Zehan the ins and outs of that incident.

Maybe he didn't want to be looked down upon, maybe he didn't want to be misunderstood.

But when she was halfway through the fight, her fingertips paused.

After a while, only one word was returned.

Ruan Shiyan: [Hmm. 】

If he really cared about this, she explained in vain.

If he doesn't care, it's the same if she doesn't explain.

Song Zehan heard her knock on the screen for a long time, but he didn't expect to come back in the end.

"Stop."

"Yes!" Fu Disheng hurriedly pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car.

Song Zehan got out of the car as soon as possible, opened the door in the back row, and bent down to sit in.

"Let's go."

Ruan Shiyan couldn't understand what Song Zehan meant by doing this, but fortunately, there was still Ah Feng between the two of them, so she wasn't too nervous.

But the next second when the four eyes met, she still decided to be an ostrich and shrink herself.

Thinking so, Ruan Shiyan rubbed twice in the direction of the car door on her side.

Ah Feng also moved to her side with special cooperation.

Song Zehan looked at a man and a dog who seemed to be hiding from the devil, and his temples hurt again.

He clicked on WeChat.

Song Zehan: [Come here.] 】

Ruan Shiyan: [Don't! 】

Song Zehan: [......]

Song Zehan: [Okay, then don't move. 】

Before Ruan Shiyan could reply, she felt a "devil's claw" stretched out towards her.

She had nowhere to dodge.

When the "devil's claw" touched her hair, she could only subconsciously shrink her shoulders.

But the next second she found out that the "devil's claw" just patted her on the head.

Song Zehan's movements were very light, and the strength in his hands was gentle and not like him.

He was comforting her.

In a way that doesn't exclude her too much at the moment.

Ruan Shiyan turned her head in surprise and looked straight into Song Zehan's eyes.

The moment their eyes met, the action of patting her head also stopped, and then the heroic face quickly enlarged in front of her eyes......

After a while, Ruan Shiyan's heart was still pounding, and there seemed to be residual warmth and breath on his forehead.

She was kissed by him again.

But this time it's the forehead.

She turned her head blankly, and the man next to her stared at her without any weakness.

She wanted to find some answers in his eyes, even if it was a clue, but in the end it was only she who found it.

Song Zehan frowned, and lowered his head again to open WeChat.

Song Zehan: [Don't be afraid, with me, no one can touch you. 】