Song Yichen didn't speak, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he took a step forward and got closer to Qiao An.

There was only a few centimeters between the chests of the two.

Joan could even hear his steady breathing clearly.

"You ......"

"It's noisy!" Before Joan could finish speaking, he had already taken up his loft and was right next to her.

The man unbuttoned his coat as fast as he could, pulled Joan into his arms, and then wrapped her in a trench coat and hugged her.

After five years of marriage, he knew that she was afraid of the cold.

If you stay in this kind of place overnight, others will freeze half to death.

As for her, I can't say it. I don't want to go to the hospital.

Qiao An was confused and stunned: What is Song Yichen doing?

But the body is solid and began to warm up.

When she came to her senses, she understood: Song Yichen wrapped her in his coat.

So......

And now she's in his arms?

Two people have zero contact with each other!!

That's not right!

How does this style of painting resemble the plot of a romance drama?

But......

Admittedly, at this moment, she was rejoicing.

There is sweetness rippling in her heart, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake in March, blurring ripples one after another.

Joan's mind was in a state of flux until much later, when she asked him with a slight blush, "...... Why do you want to do this? ”

In a small space of less than two square meters, she and him were close together, and Joan could clearly hear his heartbeat.

Beat to the beat of her heartbeat.

Boom......

Boom......

Song Yichen's arms tightened a little tighter, and he said softly: "I like it!" ”

“……”

This person, can you still have a good chat!

Even though his answer was not the one she wanted, Joan's heart was still happy.

It's like just meeting my lover's daughter's house, and I'm shy in anticipation and joy.

The man's body was very warm, and leaning on her like this, his cold limbs gradually warmed up.

It's just that......

The smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be hidden.

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When the director arrived, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Seeing Song Yichen, he hurried forward: "Oh, Mr. Song, I'm really sorry to let you be wronged." ”

This is a powerful man on the rich side, he has offended the Song family, and his bowl of rice is not easy to serve!

smiled at him again and again and said good things.

Song Yichen didn't put it on the shelf, and shook hands with him politely: "Zhou Ju is polite." ”

Still silent.

During the conversation, Joan tried to break out of his arms.

The man pressed tightly, not letting her break free.

"This ...... Presumably Mrs. Song, right? The people below are not good at handling things, so Mrs. Song is wronged, so I will let them bail Mrs. Song. ”

Song Yichen still hugged Qiao An, looking at him with a smile: "Zhou Ju, I hope you will handle this case, don't wronged a good person, and don't let go of a bad person." ”

Zhou Ju smiled: "Yes, yes, that must be!" ”

"Mrs. Song can go home after completing the bail procedures, but you can't leave Nancheng during this period, and you must cooperate with us at any time for the interrogation."

Qiao An hurriedly thanked: "Okay, I will definitely cooperate, thank you." ”

When he puts his arms around her and talks to others, it makes people think that he is disrespectful.

wanted to leave Song Yichen's arms when he was distracted, and just retreated a few centimeters, he was pulled back into his arms by the man.

Jo Ann looked depressed.

I've never seen him so difficult, what the hell is going on?!

As soon as she moved, she was pressed to death.

I had to lie on the man's chest and didn't dare to move again.

Zhou Ju and the staff stepped out of the door first and waited outside the door.

Joan was still struggling weakly, and the man suddenly leaned close to her ear, and his voice was extremely low: "Is this teasing me?" ”