Dear Mr. Shi

The restaurant is luxuriously decorated and spacious, with a large round table in the middle that can seat 20 or 30 people at the same time.

The theme is Shi Xiuren, and the left hand is Shi Jingye and his wife, followed by Li Chengyu, Li Qianze, Si Chen, Shi Guozheng, Shi Mu, Shi Wen and so on.

The seats on the right are Shi Yu, Song Qinghuan, Shi Annuo, Han Qianqian, and they are still in line again, so many people sit down, and there are still two places in the middle.

Seeing everyone seated, Shi Xiuren smiled openly: "It's been a long time since there have been so many people together! Come on, let's have a table!"

Red wine has been poured into the wine glass on the table.

Everyone toasted, and the family banquet officially began, one after another delicious and sumptuous dishes were served on the table.

Song Qinghuan woke up in the morning and hasn't eaten anything. His already hungry chest is stuck to his back, but at this moment, looking at the pile of delicacies, he doesn't dare to move his chopsticks.

She has never eaten pork and watched a pig run. In movies and TV series, she has seen banquets of wealthy families. Generally, they are not set up for real eating. Eating is only for display. The chopsticks rarely move, mainly for the purpose pull.

But soon she discovered that Shi's family banquet was really just a meal, and they ate their own meals, and no one said anything.

Later Song Qinghuan learned that Shi Xiuren stipulated that he could not eat and sleep, and that there would be a banquet in the evening, and that was the time for everyone to play and chat at will.

Song Qinghuan saw everyone bury their heads and just eat, and slowly let go and started eating.

But after a while, she began to lose appetite again, and her heart was flustered, because Si Chen, who was opposite her, kept staring at her coldly with a pair of sharp and fiery eyes.

With an undisguised inquiry, it was as if she wanted to strip her clothes naked, and then cut her flesh to see what was inside.

So as soon as the dinner was over, Song Qinghuan found an excuse to sneak out of the main house.

Cuiming Lake next to the main house, the water of the lake is like glaze, sparkling.

Here she met two people one after another, the first being Han Qianqian.

Han Qianqian came out of the main house earlier than her. She seemed to be evading something, probably because it had something to do with the marriage.

Song Qinghuan saw her, sitting on the dry and smooth rock by the lake, quietly looking at the surface of the lake.

The wind blew her long black hair into a mess, and her slender hair fluttered freely behind her head. Her plain face was unmodified, revealing a touch of sadness.

Originally, Song Qinghuan didn't want to disturb her, but wanted to turn around and leave, and then hit a quiet place.

But Han Qianqian had already seen her and stopped her aloud: "Song Qinghuan, why did you run when you saw me?"

Song Qinghuan had to change her mind temporarily, stepped to the lake, and then sat down beside her: "No, I just don't want to disturb you."

"Excuse me, you took my man away, and you are so embarrassed to say this," Han Qianqian seemed very unhappy, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she felt a little choked.

Song Qinghuan stared at her, and suddenly she didn't know what to say: "I'm sorry, actually..."

Han Qianqian gave her a white look: "Actually what?"

"Actually..." Song Qinghuan rolled his eyes lightly, then chuckled: "The real-time Annuo is very good."

Han Qianqian sank her face and warned: "Of course I know that Anno is pretty good. Let me tell you, you are already married to his brother. You can't make his mind anymore."

Song Qinghuan was full of black lines, "I didn't hit his idea, I just told him it was good, I think you can hit his idea."

"No." Han Qianqian solemnly refused without even thinking about it.