Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan turned his eyes to look at them: "What's the matter with you?"

"Ah!" The two were slightly taken aback.

Facing this man, they didn't know why, they felt a strong sense of humble fear from the bottom of their hearts.

It seems that this man is a **** above the heavens, and they are the most insignificant mud on the earth.

"There is a cafe on the opposite side, go there and talk about something!" After that, he grabbed Song Qinghuan's hand and stepped towards the cafe he was talking about.

Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang were taken aback for a while, the thief glanced at each other eloquently, and immediately followed, but they kept asking themselves, who is this man? What is the relationship with Song Qinghuan?

During this period of time, Song Qinghuan has a deep understanding of the cold and indifference. Song Qinghuan who was dragged away couldn't help but want to withdraw his hand: "Shi Yuhan, what do you want to do, I will let me go!"

Shi Yuhan ignored her and dragged her to continue walking.

At this moment Song Qinghuan didn't know what Shi Yuhan thought, but she really didn't want Shi Yuhan to look down on her, and didn't want Shi Yuhan to know that she had such a mother.

Her dignity and pride are only willing to let her be equal when facing the cold.

When she said again, her voice was stained with a begging: "You let me go, I don't need you for my housework..."

"Shut up!" Before Song Qinghuan finished speaking, Shi Yuhan coldly interrupted her.

The voice was neither loud nor small, the tone was neither cold nor hot, and the attitude was neither salty nor weak, but it was enough to make Song Qinghuan feel that the words were full of domineering and self-respecting aura.

An embarrassing expression flashed past Song Qinghuan's face.

In the quiet cafe, Shi Yuhan, Song Qinghuan, Song Qiliang, and Lu Meiyan were sitting on one side, and Chen Tian stood behind Shi Yuhan.

The atmosphere in the small box is so quiet that it makes people feel chilly.

Song Qinghuan had been sitting quietly, drinking water from time to time but glancing at the cold from time to time. He saw that his side face was very indifferent, and his facial lines were also very tight, so that the entire box space was filled with a strange danger factor.

Song Qiliang and Lu Meiyan were also afraid of being too presumptuous because of him.

They looked at each other, and then Yuhan smiled slightly when looking at it, "Um, although you are Qinghuan's boss, we don't seem to need you to deal with our housework."

Shi Yuhan squinted his beautiful eyes, glanced at Lu Meiyan lightly, and slowly asked in an extremely indifferent voice: "Is one million?"

"What?" Lu Meiyan opened her mouth subconsciously, obviously not understanding.

"Didn't you ask her for a million? I'll give it to you for her," Shi Yuhan's tone was like his cold face, without a trace of temperature.

"Ah," Lu Meiyan was stunned again, before blurting out subconsciously: "S..."

Before her voice came out, Song Qiliang pulled Lu Meiyan a bit: "No, it's two million!"

Obviously, Song Qiliang is a bit more sophisticated and will also look at the situation.

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, but just glanced at Chen Tian and motioned to Chen Tian to bring a check.

Song Qinghuan really couldn't keep quiet, and when she watched angrily, she said to the cold: "Who wants you to give her money! Don't give it!"

She will never forget the scene that Yuhan gave her a bank card that day, and Yuhan helped her to give her money at this moment. It was actually the same as that day.

I have always been indifferent to her, but suddenly helped her give Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang money, what's the matter?

Poor, sympathy, or compensation...

Lu Meiyan got angry, stood up and scolded, "Smelly girl, what do you mean?"