Through these things, her biggest feeling is to cherish the present.

No matter what happens tomorrow, she will cherish her current happy life.

Just as she turned around and tried to press the password lock of the villa, she was startled when a blond man suddenly appeared from nowhere.

Although the streetlights were on, it was already night. However, her small figure, reflected in the streetlights, still looked a little deserted.

She took a step back warily, looking over with her pale face. The man in front smiled and handed her a small box: "Mrs. Song, this is your express delivery!"

Liu Zhiyuan frowned in confusion, staring at the box closely, biting her lip: "Sorry, did you make a mistake?"

What kind of courier doesn't use packaging? Why is the courier such a blond, blue-eyed foreigner? And why is he delivering at this hour? Isn't that strange?

"Oh?" The blond man looked at the name on the box and asked, "Are you Song Ling's wife?"

The foreigner speaks Chinese fluently.

Liu Zhiyuan nodded, then shook her head, a little panicked, “Yes, I am Song Ling’s wife. But the courier has professional courier uniforms and courier cars. Are you too weird?”

After hearing what she said, the blond man obviously lost his patience. He took a step forward, ignoring her retreat, stuffed the box into her hands, and strode away.

Liu Zhiyuan felt more and more that something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to throw the box away.

However, the person who was leaving suddenly stopped, smiled at her strangely, and said coldly: “Mrs. Song, I advise you not to be so impulsive. You might as well open it first and see what’s inside.”

However, because of your beauty, I can remind you that the things inside may be related to your son. "