A low voice sounded in her ears tipsy: “I haven’t changed my mind, never.”
Su Qingyu only treats him as a wine talk. After all, he and Bai Yuanyuan’s son are one year old. What right does he have to say that he hasn’t changed his mind?
But she understands Li Tingchen’s character, and she can only go along with her hair at this time, otherwise she won’t want to sleep tonight.
She didn’t dare to move, so she could only curl up quietly in Li Tingchen’s arms, for fear of irritating him.
This really made Li Tingchen very relieved. The hands around her waist were tighter, and she even put her head on Su Qingyu’s shoulders.
“Susu, I finally found you. Don’t run away anymore, okay?”
She hadn’t heard such a coaxing tone for a long time.
If she had been flattered two months ago, she might have felt flattered. At this moment, her mood is stable without the slightest ups and downs.
She knew that he was just drunk, and he would become what he was as soon as dawn.
They can’t even respect each other like guests, only they can’t die.
This night, Li Tingchen tightly surrounded her, as if she had recovered a lost treasure.
There are no cold words, only gentleness.
He fell asleep quickly, but Su Qingyu was used to being alone, and suddenly there was a fiery body next to her that made her unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Her mind was full of Jane An’s death.
Making sure that Li Tingchen was asleep, she slowly slipped out of his arms.
Putting on a coat, Su Qingyu walked cautiously to the study.
I don’t know if he should say that he is abusive or single-minded, the password is still that his birthday has not changed.
Su Qingyu reopened the safe and took out the file bag that she had only glanced at hurriedly that day.
There must be something she was negligent, the death of Li Lanrui, Su Qiping, Jian An, there must be some connection between them.
Su Qingyu didn’t rush to see other people’s information this time, but locked Li Lanrui’s information bag.
For Li Tingchen, her death was a taboo. Su Qingyu didn’t even dare to mention it before, so she didn’t take a closer look at Li Lanrui’s things that night.
Except for some of her childhood toys in the safe, only this kraft paper bag was left.
Su Qingyu wondered in her heart whether after her death, her life would also be turned into a stack of paper, counting the past of her life, and she would be completely forgotten ten years later.
Li Lanrui’s adopted adoptive parents died many years ago. The adoptive parents died. What about her friends?