Dear Mr. Shi

As if talking about Jin Lin’s fragility, she sat down on the sofa sullenly, trying to calm down but couldn’t do it. It took a long time before she decided to silence the topic, squeezing a few difficult words between her teeth: " I have nowhere to live when I return to my country. I want to live here temporarily."

"I will ask someone to pick you up, and I will arrange a hotel for you." Shi Yuhan said.

"I don't want to stay in a hotel. I want to live in your house. No matter what, I am your aunt. I will visit you all the way. You shouldn't arrange a hotel for me. If your mother..."

As she was talking, she slapped her cheek with her hand, and then looked regretfully at Shi to protect herself from the cold.

Yuhan's face did not change when he saw it, so he said in a dumb voice, "I speak fast, but I can't speak my brain. You know, I won't say anything next, but I know you know what I'm going to say."

Shi Yuhan's deep eyes were like a bottomless abyss, and he glanced at her indifferently.

He thought for a while, then looked at Song Qinghuan, "Go and arrange a room for her."

Song Qinghuan said "Oh" and looked at Jin Lin: "Come with me!"

Although she didn't like it very much, Jin Lin was under the same roof with him. But Shi Yuhan agreed, and she could only be polite if she didn't like it.

She took Jin Lin to the guest room on the first floor, and when she opened the door, she told her very carefully: "Although no one has used the bed linens in the guest room, they are changed and washed once a week. You can use it with confidence."

Jin Lin didn't say a word, glanced at her indifferently, and dragged the suitcase in.

"Then you take a good rest, I won't bother!" Song Qinghuan said, turning around to leave.

"Wait." Jin Lin's voice suddenly sounded and stopped her.

Song Qinghuan paused, looking back and looking at it, "Is there anything else?"

There was a dangerous cold light in Jin Lin’s eyes, and she said slowly and clearly, "Miss Song, some things are not calm on the surface, so they must be calm. I think you are a smart person. I think there are some things that I don’t need to explain. , You should also be fully prepared."

Song Qinghuan blinked, thought about it, and then smiled: "I think you don't have to think about turning around with me like this when you talk. It's better to say something directly. I'm relatively stupid and don't understand your roundabout!"

Jin Lin was slightly angry: "I think it's easier for stupid people to tell who you can approach and who you should stay away from. For your own benefit, I suggest you stay away from the cold."

Song Qinghuan looked thoughtful, and then scratched his head: "But I think it's nice to be close to him, thank you, auntie...,"

"Don't call me aunt!!" Jin Lin interrupted her with a wave of her hand!

Song Qinghuan curled her lips and shrugged her shoulders innocently: "I know you don't like me, so I won't bother you anymore. Please take a good rest, sister..."

Jin Lin was trembling with anger, and pointed her finger at her: "You..."

It's a pity that Song Qinghuan didn't look at her anymore, turned around and left quickly, leaving her sullen all alone.

After Song Qinghuan came out, he didn't see Shi Yuhan.

I thought he went to the bedroom upstairs, but after going up, he didn't see him in the bedroom. Song Qinghuan looked through the window to the villa behind.

Did he go there?

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, pondered for a moment, took the phone and key, and went to the villa behind.