Dear Mr. Shi

If she used to be just a small sapling in his heart, it has already taken root and sprouts in his heart, and it has grown into a towering tree.

Now, whether to continue to let it grow or cut it off in one fell swoop is an extremely irritating question.

What he can choose and decide at this moment is natural, let it develop, and make no decision.

Leaning over, he gently kissed Song Qinghuan's lips.

Feeling the temperature on her body, she finally receded completely, and he breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. After the bottle was dripped, she seemed to be able to take her home.

In this cold place, if he could, he really didn't want to stay for a second.

"Knocking", there was a sudden knock on the door.

Shi's cold-preventing action paused, and he stood up gracefully and slowly, spreading the calm and indifferent aura all over his body.

At the same time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

When the visitor saw the person kissing Song Qinghuan in the room, Shi Yuhan's eyes widened instantly.

The smile on her face froze suddenly, and her expression was a little pale.

"Mr. Shi, you..." She was speechless, not knowing what to say.

The sight in front of her shocked her, made her unable to believe it, and made her feel that everything was dreaming.

Shi Yuhan looked at her with deep and cold eyes, sitting elegantly but indifferently by the bed, and said softly in a deep magnetic voice: "...the door is closed, there is wind!"

The horror was in the heart, gradually exploding, a little bit of pressure on the nerve endings.

Bai Rubing only felt that his heart, as if being grabbed by something suddenly, was about to suffocate, and his face became pale.

She wasn't dreaming, she was really in Song Qinghuan's ward, she saw Shi Yushi.

He was kissing Song Qinghuan, and he said he told her to close the door. Song Qinghuan, who was lying on the hospital bed, was catching a cold and fever because of the wind.

He is so careful, he cares so tenderly for a person, and that person is not her.

However, Bai Rubing smiled slightly and said, "Okay!"

She walked in quickly, and then closed the door smoothly.

Standing in the room, she was a little at a loss: "I'm sorry, I heard that Qinghuan is sick, come and see her."

Shi Yuhan's eyes were as quiet as water, with a cold breath lingering all over, he stepped to the window and stood with his back facing her, seeming to be in a position to let her see.

Bai Rubing tried to suppress, the frantic and painful heartbeat in his chest, soothing the panic in the nerve endings, slowly walked to the bed.

She quietly looked at Song Qinghuan who was asleep on the bed, and she couldn't help but feel a deep jealousy in her heart, but she resisted it, unwilling to show half of it.

Smiling, she looked at Shi Yuhan's tall and tall back again, and slowly asked, "Is the fever gone?"

"Retire, go back after reading it, she needs to rest." Shi Yuhan turned and looked at her, exuding a chilly and alienated aura, staring at her with deep eyes, and said in a low voice.

Bai Rubing froze for half a second, then suddenly came to ease, and said with a light smile: "Okay!"

After speaking, she smiled at Shi Yuhan again, then turned and walked out.

He closed the door, and a trace of scarlet hit his eye sockets heavily, his eyes were so sore, Bai Rubing pressed the chaotic panting, speeding up the steps under his feet.

As soon as she got to a place where there was no one, she couldn't help it, letting the sour tears fall.

Shi Yuhan and Song Qinghuan, how could the two of them be together? How did they come together again? Is it because of that overtime? Was it because of the delivery of documents?