It's not a thief, it's for people?

Against whom? He? Or Song Qingchun?

Su Zhinian, who was naturally keen, only pondered for a few seconds, and then turned his thoughts back to Song Qingchun's circle of friends.

She was in danger in the subway, and there were outsiders in her home...... One thing can be called a coincidence, but what about two?

Su Zhinian's ears rang again, and when he was talking to Song Qingchun on the phone, he heard the sound of a switchblade popping out, and his lips tightened suddenly.

When an ordinary thief is discovered, his first thought is to escape, but that person shows his murder weapon......

Obviously, he came prepared, probably to take someone's life by surprise......

So...... Chances are, everything that seems like a coincidence tonight isn't a coincidence.

To be precise, the subway station is a thrilling story of escape from death, but behind the story of such a thrilling accident, it is likely to be a deliberate murder.

Su Zhinian's eyes couldn't see any emotion, but his eyes were extremely gloomy and cold.

It seems that he is here for Song Qingchun......

The goal is clear, which is to kill her.

I just don't know, who is the person who tried to take her life? What is it about her that she has such a deep hatred with someone? And his family turned over the entire second floor, what are you looking for?

Su Zhinian's hand holding the document increased violently, and a fierce violence flashed on his always light and calm handsome face, and a terrifying anger was revealed all over his body, mixed with a chilling aura.

No matter what, as long as he's there, no one will want to hurt her in the slightest! -

Song Qingchun, who was inexplicably murdered by Su Zhinian, was always a little unhappy, and after cooking dinner, he didn't even go upstairs, but just told him on a landline.

At the dining table, there was no sound except for the sound of chopsticks clinking bowls.

After eating, Song Qingchun silently picked up the plates on the dining table and entered the kitchen.

After she finished cleaning up, when she came out of the kitchen, she saw that Su Zhinian was still sitting in the restaurant, she was stunned for a moment, and she was about to hang her head and walk away, but before she reached the door of the restaurant, Su Zhinian's voice faintly threw eight words from behind: "Make a cup of coffee and send it to the study." ”

Then he got up, pushed the chair he was sitting on under the dining table, and went upstairs.

Song Qingchun was in a bad mood, after brewing coffee, just about to go upstairs, the corner of her eye looked at the pepper on the table, her eyes gurgled twice, as if she remembered something, suddenly stopped, and then took the pepper to the steaming coffee, shook it indiscriminately, and then took a small iron spoon, while stirring viciously, while "hehe" twice: "Let you get nervous, let you murder me, and want to drink the coffee I made?" Look at the pepper can't choke you! ”

When the pepper melted completely, Song Qingchun put down the spoon with satisfaction, picked up the coffee again, and went upstairs.

The door of the study was not closed, and Su Zhinian was sitting in front of the computer expressionlessly, typing on the keyboard.

Before Song Qingchun could knock on the door, Su Zhinian raised his head to look at her as if he sensed that she was coming, and then tapped the desk and motioned for her to put the coffee here.