Dear Mr. Shi

In the silence of the audience, Shi Yuhan took a lighter on his body and lit a small flame above: "Get out!"

The threat is self-evident.

If Si Chen doesn't get out, the lighter will be thrown on him, the alcohol on his body will burn, and even if he can save his life, he will still be burned.

Only then did Si Chen realize how dangerous his situation was, and he could no longer laugh.

He was determined to stay out of the cold, panting heavily, the injury on his forehead was trivial, and there seemed to be a place on his chest being pulled by a huge force, the pain was unbearable...

He was full of extreme pain and screamed in grief: "Burn..."

"Shut up for me!!" Shi Xiuren couldn't ignore it anymore, and he rushed over in a panic.

Seeing Si Chen's gloomy face and angrily staring at Shi Yuhan, he immediately stretched out his hand and slapped Si Chen severely: "Go back to the room and think about it behind closed doors!!"

"Grandpa..." Si Chen covered his face as he was beaten, and a mist rose in his eyes, full of grievances.

"You...you still treat me as your grandfather, did you treat your sister-in-law like this?!" Shi Xiuren's eyes widened, as if he was even more angry than Shi Yuhan.

No one knew better than him, as long as Si Chen yelled out the words "Burn!".

Shi Yuhan will definitely drop the lighter on Si Chen without hesitation and without any mercy.

When he was a child, Si Chen was spoiled by his family. His grandfather was also very indulgent, so he developed his spoiled, arrogant and domineering character.

I did this wrong thing, although Yuhan didn't say anything on the surface.

But he knew that if something happened to that girl, Shi Yuhan would definitely not spare Si Chen, letting Si Chen go would be good to him.

"Hurry up!" Shi Xiuren pointed to Si Chen's nose and roared furiously.

At Shi Xiuren's gesture, Shi Mu and Shiwen who were standing there quickly stepped forward and dragged away the still-fixed Si Chen.

Si Chen left, the room fell silent instantly, and no one made a sound.

Until the doctor straightened up, put down the hearing device: "She is fine, the water in the lungs has been squeezed out, because she is choking, she may fall asleep for a while, but she should wake up soon."

When Shi Yuhan returned to Song Qinghuan, his big slender hand stroked her forehead affectionately, helping her smooth her messy long hair, and then bent over and hugged her up and left.

During the period, nothing was said.

And everyone didn't dare to say anything to him. Although his expression didn't seem to have changed much from usual, he felt really cold.

When Song Qinghuan woke up, she felt that her body was uncomfortable and tight, and she always felt that her breathing was a little awkward, as if there was something in her lungs, and her throat and lips were also very dry.

She exhaled uncomfortably, and turned her eyes, and saw Shi Yuhan, who was wearing an off-white casual clothes, stood by the window with her back to herself.

She looked at him blankly for a while, as if she had forgotten the physical discomfort, she struggled to sit up.

Shi Yuhan is keenly aware of small movements.

He turned his head to see that she was awake, then stepped over, sat on the side of the bed and asked her: "Wake up?"

Although his face was still the same cold, his tone was obviously softer.

Then a big hand still fell on her forehead.

The cold weather fell into the water, so I wanted to detect if she had a fever.

Song Qinghuan suddenly became a little embarrassed, his heart pounding and he couldn't help but start beating nervously, his cheeks burning.