Dear Mr. Shi

Many years have passed, but Keshi Yuhan often thinks of everything that happened on its tenth birthday, and often has the same nightmare related to this.

The little one stood in the middle of the dark hell, watching his father watch his mother fall down in front of him one by one.

Then there were the voices of father and mother, desperately shouting: "Keep out of the cold, run, run!"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked down at Song Qinghuan, whose face was pale and without a trace of blood, his pupils narrowed.

He was very worried that one day, Shi Yuhan would be the same as his parents, standing in one direction and shouting desperately at him standing in the middle of hell: "Shi Yuhan, run, run..."

As long as he thinks about it, he will feel heartache, the whole heart is like being cut off by a knife.

Before, he really didn't know how, after listening to the doctor's words, his anxiety, guilt, annoyance, even fear, fright, and so on, were forcibly suppressed one by one.

He only knows his expression, which is more indifferent, no different from usual.

Immediately, he didn't blame Si Chen or Shi Mu, ignored anyone, and just stepped into the room.

Gently holding Song Qinghuan’s cold hand, he closed his eyes. She was alive and kicking and went out with a bright smile an hour ago. How could she be as quiet as dead in a while, lying lifelessly Bed.

Perhaps, he shouldn't bring her here again, Shi Guo Bieyuan, he did not expect that this place would be so dangerous.

How anxious that person was, he was here, so openly attacking Song Qinghuan.

Fortunately, he concealed it well. About this matter today, probably everyone should be able to determine that he is indifferent to Song Qinghuan, and it is unnecessary.

Without love, perhaps there is only one responsibility.

As long as it passes perfectly this time, Song Qinghuan will never become a weakness that others use to attack him.

How good, how good!

Although he was not afraid of anything, he didn't care about anything, and he was already used to being alone.

However, at this moment, he really didn't want to hurt her anymore, whether it was mentally or physically, he didn't want to.

The door was knocked, and Chen Tian came. Although it was temporarily rescued, he still had to go to the hospital for a full-body examination, or to completely remove the residual poison.

So he called Chen Tian and came over to pick them up overnight.

Looking back and seeing Chen Tian, ​​Shi Yuhan gently and very slowly lifted Song Qinghuan up, and then went outside.

The living room was full of people. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Shi Yuhan, as if they wanted to wait for him to say and do.

However, Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, did nothing, and left with Song Qinghuan in his arms.

There was a group of surprised people left. They seemed to be unbelievable. Shi Yuhan didn't get angry and didn't pursue the murderer.

Does he already know who the murderer is? Or does he not care who the murderer is?

In front of the car, Xia Yang had a cold face and waited at the door with his back straight. When he came out, he immediately opened the back seat of the car.

After Yuhan and Song Qinghuan sat down, he and Chen Tian immediately sat in front of them.

As soon as the car left the Guobingyuan, Xia Yang began to report: "Boss, it is ready. As long as they leave the Guobingyuan, our people will follow them and then find a chance to start."