Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was startled and swallowed nervously, saying that Shi Yuhan wouldn't be furious because she moved his accessories? !

She subconsciously stepped back two steps: "Well, you are not so stingy, I just want to see your necklace, it... it looks pretty."

Shi Yuhan stood still in front of her, the air was full of the elegant smell of after bathing, and his slender right hand stretched out and placed it in front of Song Qinghuan: "Give it to me."

The calm voice was harsh and cold.

Song Qinghuan's whole body shook. She pouted and endured, and finally couldn't resist the cold air emanating from the cold all over her body, and put the leather sculpture necklace on his hand.

Not daring to make any stops, she took a step and wanted to flush to the bathroom.

However, Shi Yuhan grabbed her, fixed her body and stood in front of her. He opened the interface of the necklace, and then unexpectedly put Song Qinghuan around her neck.

Song Qinghuan looked at him in astonishment, not knowing why: "..."

"I don't mean I like it, I will send you off!" Shi Yuhan said calmly.

Song Qinghuan snorted in her heart. She just said she was pretty, but she didn't say she liked it. She said that she was just polite, because she was afraid that he might cause her to disturb his things.

This thing looks like a man wears it, so what is it that she wears on her neck.

I was thinking about taking it down when I got to the bathroom, when I heard the overbearing command from the cold: "Wear it, it's with you, it's dead, you're dead!"

Song Qinghuan's body was shocked again, "Huh? Isn't it!"

"Yes, remember it!" Shi Yuhan released her, walked to the front of the closet, opened the closet with slender and well-knotted fingers, took out a shirt from the inside, slowly put the shirt on her body, buttons one by one. The button was fastened without haste, and there was a suffocating indifference between the gestures.

Song Qinghuan looked at him full of black lines, "Why?"

Why does this thing wear on her neck, have to coexist and die with her.

Shi Yuhan's cold eyes glanced at her, and said lightly: "You're going to be late!"

Song Qinghuan regained consciousness abruptly and rushed into the bathroom to freshen up at lightning speed.

Turning her back against the cold when she was changing clothes, he happily twitched his lips. No wonder he likes to tease her. It turns out that she has such a cute expression of scratching her hair!

A few minutes later, when Song Qinghuan came out again, Shi Yuhan had already left the bedroom.

She saw him in the living room downstairs, sitting at the dining table in a black suit with a pen, newspaper in one hand and milk in the other, enjoying his breakfast graciously.

And on the table opposite him is a western breakfast with toast, jam, and milk.

Song Qinghuan was hungry, but she didn't want to come forward to eat that breakfast at all, just because she was going to be late.

He ran directly to the gate, but when he was halfway through, he was suddenly stopped by Shi Yuhan, "Wait!"

Song Qinghuan was anxious and looked at her helplessly: "Why, there is nothing I can say at night, or the phone said, I'm going to be late."

"Come and sit down!" he ordered.

Song Qinghuan walked over and sat down opposite him: "Sit down and sit down. You are the boss. I am already at work. Even if I go to the company late, you can't count me as late."

Shi Yuhan didn't answer her question, but gestured for the breakfast in front of her with his eyes: "Done!"

Looking down, Song Qinghuan looked up at him again, thinking about bargaining with him.

But now Shi Yu is cold, indifferent and arrogant, and his whole body exudes a dangerous aura that no one should get near!

I don't know what happened in the middle. How could he suddenly change his whole person?

(Ps: No changes today, too sleepy, let's change tomorrow morning, and finally announce yesterday's lucky reader: Lina. Hurry up and add the group, including the previous two days, the group number is: 281996333)