Chapter 657: 657, he ca silently Chapter 657: 657, he ca silently After dining, it was Si Jianan who drove Song Qinghuan ho.
Such is a pregnant woman, after a good al and a drink, they’d want to sleep once they lie on a comfortable soft cushion.
Moreover, the gentle light music that was wafting in the car made Song Qinghuan look out the car window and slowly, she closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep.
When Si Jianan parked the car outside the villa where Song Qinghuan was staying, he turned his head and saw that she had fallen asleep against the window.
His expression instantly softened, and the sound he made when speaking also lowered.
He turned his head and gazed at the sleeping Song Qinghuan.
She’d gotten divorced. Had the man hurt her? Is that why she was sleeping so restlessly, her brows knitted together in her sleep?
He rembered Song Qinghuan to be always cheerful and happy.
But now, although she was more beautiful than before, she exuded a lancholic aura that he couldn’t bear to see.
Was she trapped by love?
Si Jianan let out a soft sigh. Why couldn’t he find her sooner? Why couldn’t he et her earlier?
Was it predestined from the start that there would be no room for him in her heart?
If he hadn’t stopped searching for her, even if he couldn’t find her, would things be different?
At that mont, Si Jianan found that he really wanted to, regardless of what happened to her in the past, take good care of her in the future.
Unconsciously, his hand stretched out.
Just then, when he was about to touch Song Qinghuan, she suddenly woke up.
Si Jianan imdiately pulled back his hand and smiled gently. “Awake?”
“I’m sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep. Why didn’t you wake up?” Apologized Song Qinghuan, before unbuckling her seat belt.
Si Jianan shook his head. “We just arrived. I was about to wake you.”
“Thank you!” Replied Song Qinghuan politely before opening the car door and returning to her villa.
Once back in the villa, Song Qinghuan wanted to sleep again but couldn’t.
She huddled in her blanket with her mobile in one hand.
On the screen was a picture of Shi Yuhuan. Her hand was covering her eyes as she peeked at Shi Yuhuan’s picture through her fingers.
Almost a month had passed, but every day she found herself thinking about him. What was he doing? Did he miss her?
Just as Song Qinghuan was imrsed in her reverie, a black car silently parked outside her villa.
The tinted windows of the car allowed only the people inside to see out, not the other way round.
A driver got off from the car, while two people remained inside. Among them, the handso man was none other than the one Song Qinghuan longed for day and night.
He was leaning lazily against the backseat, his gaze fixated on Song Qinghuan’s villa.
Unable to sleep, Song Qinghuan decided to walk around her villa’s garden. She often sat on the porch steps to admire the plants after her stroll.
As usual, the Butler brought her a thick cushion every ti she sat on the steps.
Today, after taking a stroll around the garden, she sat on the steps and stared blankly ahead.
It was sothing she did every single day.
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