She coaxed Su Nian's thoughts, how could she come up with such a dirty way?

It was as if she was very hungry and could not wait to hook-lead a pure forbidden-desire-less-year...

And just because he didn’t understand, he didn’t know how to pull. Why did she have to talk so verbosely and verbally, why did she yell out loud...

Really want to be stupid to die, okay?

The shy and embarrassing Song Qingchun suddenly shook Su Zhinian's hand, rushed to the car, and opened the rear door.

As soon as she prepared to bend into the car, the whole person was dragged back to him by Su Zhinian. He hugged her from behind and rubbed her hair with her face, blowing hot ears to her ears Angrily, the voice of the opening is permeable to the temptation that cannot be said by the tenderness and tenderness: "Tingting, are you hooking me?"

Song Qingchun's heart suddenly missed a beat, and her face became hotter. She bit her lower lip and lowered her head shyly.

"However, it does not matter, I like you so active..."

Song Qingchun's head was even lower, her face was hotter, and she was ashamed. She couldn't help but secretly responded back, like you, you are a ghost!

Su Zhinian, who had read the words at the bottom of her heart, tightened her circle a bit, and just preparing to whisper to her ear, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

Su Zhinian had to squeeze her upper lip and release Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun lowered his head, felt the bag from his pocket, glanced at the phone screen, it was a strange number.

She hesitated for a moment, and answered, there was a strange male voice: "Hello, are you Ms. Song Qingchun?"

She didn't know this person... Song Qingchun turned his head subconsciously, glanced at Su Zhinian, and then spoke: "Yes, may I ask you?"

"Yes, do you?"

"I belong to the Public Security Bureau."

Public Security Bureau? What do you call her?

Song Qingchun turned his head subconsciously, glanced at Su Zhinian on the side, and heard Su Zhinian's content on her phone, her eyebrows frowned, and the two looked at each other before Song Qingnian turned to the phone and asked carefully: "can I help you?"

"Do you know Tang Nuan?"

Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian again before saying, "Know."

"She's dead." The policeman who called the phone spoke very directly. Directly, Song Qingchun didn't respond at all for a while, but what did these three words mean?

The policeman on the phone looked like a public official, and continued: "Twenty minutes ago, Tang Nuan died in a traffic accident on Huainan Road. After our inspection, Tang Nuan was pregnant, but she But he took a lot of drugs. According to what we just learned, Tang Nuan did not have experience in drug use. Therefore, we initially suspected that this traffic accident was not an accident but a man-made. We found Tang Nuan’s mobile phone from the scene. The last message displayed was sent to WeChat, so I contacted you. Can you come to the scene of the accident now? We need your cooperation and investigation."

The phone slipped from Song Qingchun's fingertips and fell heavily on the ground.

The phone was not broken, and the police inside were still talking.

Even Su Zhinian, who had always been calm, stayed still for a while, then stooped to pick up Song Qingchun's mobile phone, and whispered a "good" word to the policeman inside.