Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in astonishment: "What did you say? Shi Yuhan him..."

"Although I have a lot of grandchildren, I have a lot of hope for Yuhan. In the future, everything in the Shi family can only be inherited by him. I hope he will live a good life, and I hope you and him will not be so indifferent." Shi Xiuren said. , Sighed several times.

At this time, Song Qinghuan had no longer connected him to the big lord who was vertical and horizontal, and only treated him as a poor old man.

He said again: "My child, it's up to you!"

"I..." Song Qinghuan pursed her lips, not knowing how to reply.

She should tell this old man that the real relationship between her and Shi Yuhan is not what he thinks. He doesn't rely on her, she can't give Shi Yuhan any warmth.

Shi Xiuren said again: "I originally wanted to keep you for two more days, because it will be your birthday in two days, but it seems that you will go back tomorrow morning, and you will give him two for your birthday. Have a good time with yourself, he, likes Jing, and doesn't like crowds."

"Oh, I see!" Song Qinghuan smiled faintly.

"Okay, I won't say much, you eat quickly, it will get cold." Shi Xiuren stood up as he said, Song Qinghuan also stood up immediately, reached out to support him, "Grandpa, I'll see you off." ."

When Shi Xiuren left, Song Qinghuan closed the door and did not continue to eat. Instead, when he lay on the bed, he stared at the luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Birthday, it turned out that it was Shi Yuhan’s birthday two days later. Grandpa asked her to celebrate his birthday. How should she give it to him?

Thinking about it, Song Qinghuan was asleep again, and when the night was deep and heavy, she felt that she was embraced in a hard and warm embrace.

She knew who it was, turned and leaned against his chest obediently, "You are back!"

"Well, go to sleep," Shi Yuhan's voice was muffled, with a touch of fatigue.

Song Qinghuan put his hand on his arm, listening to the regular heartbeat, lying in his warm arms, and sweetly entering his dream...

There are tens of thousands of people in this world, and when love comes, the attitude towards it is very different.

Some people will be desperate, some will be lax, some will wait quietly, and some will hesitate.

Song Qinghuan was the last one. She hesitated, couldn't believe it, didn't dare to move forward, and was afraid that she would be wrong.

Tomorrow is Shi Yuhan's birthday, but she is still hesitating whether to give him his birthday. Although she and Shi Yuhan are a bit ambiguous now, and hug each other to sleep late at night, but she doesn't know Shi Yuhan once said, don't really think of yourself as his Shi Yuhan's wife.

So she dare not.

She decided not to give Shi Yuhan any birthday, so as not to be ridiculed again.

This man is too advanced, she really can't guess his thoughts.

On Yuhan’s birthday, Aunt He gave Song Qinghuan a dessert for breakfast, which Song Qinghuan requested yesterday.

Breakfast from Monday to Sunday is always set to keep out of the cold. She is almost annoyed by what she eats, so she asks to give herself a different portion.

Shi Yuhan came back a bit late last night. He didn't come to her bedroom and slept in the back villa.

In the morning, when I opened the door for breakfast, I carried a plastic bag in my hand.

Seeing that Song Qinghuan's breakfast was actually different from his own, he suddenly stretched out his hand and put Song Qinghuan's dessert in front of him.