Dear Mr. Shi

But Song Qinghuan misunderstood it, thinking that she was divorced soon, so she would not use it again.

She wanted to cry again, but smiled stupidly, and then murmured: "Shi Yuhan, you know, I really feel inferior in front of you. Because you are too good, but I am useless. So there are some things that I know, I won’t force anything, I just hope that you can let me go without being so embarrassed when the time comes.”

Such humble tone and words made Shi Yuhan frowned.

He hugged him tighter, his jaw pressed against her hair, and his big palm gently stroked her slender back, "Stop thinking about things, don’t just look at the surface when you look at things, Song Qinghuan, use your heart, don’t Believe anything on the surface, you know?"

"I didn't think about it, you are too indifferent." Song Qinghuan raised her head slightly, looking at him with tears in her eyes like a smile.

Shi Yuhan didn't make a sound anymore, just holding her quietly, and Song Qinghuan didn't make a sound anymore.

Time passed, Song Qinghuan's breathing began to become even, as if he was already asleep.

The figure flashed outside the door, and Shi Yuhan glanced at him, fixedly looking at Song Qinghuan in his arms. After a while, he let go of Song Qinghuan very lightly and slowly.

She moved away, got up, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed, the first one was particularly gentle and slow.

Before he turned around, he tucked the quilt for Song Qinghuan, and looked at it. Song Qinghuan was asleep for a while before turning around to go out.

When Shi Yuhan closed the door, Song Qinghuan opened his eyes.

She looked at the door for a moment, then slowly sat up, put on her coat and walked out.

At the corner of the stairs, Song Qinghuan saw Shi Yuhan again and Chen Tian opposite him.

Song Qinghuan couldn't hear what they were talking lowly, too far away.

When she stepped closer, she heard Chen Tian asking to protect herself from the cold: "Then you are going to the countryside now? Shi Mu and Si Chen are both inside."

Shi Yuhan's eyes burst with lethal cold eyes, and the corner of his mouth outlines a cold to almost cruel solitude, and his voice is extremely indifferent: "They admit it, are they poisoning it?"

"No, neither of them is willing to admit it." Chen Tian replied, and then asked softly: "BOSS, are you going to go over now?"

Shi Yuhan thought for a while and thought about it: "She just woke up, tomorrow."

Chen Tian nodded and asked, "At that time, Mu and Si Chen? Are they still locked up?"

"Continue to close..." With the last word, Shi Yuhan was interrupted by a soft voice before he said it.

"Go!"

The familiar voice made Shi Yuhan turn his eyes subconsciously and saw Song Qinghuan who was standing weak against the wall.

"Why did you get out of bed?" Shi Yuhan frowned, walked slowly towards Song Qinghuan, stopped in front of Song Qinghuan with a frosty and cold breath, and then commanded domineeringly: "Go back and lie down!"

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips, and then said softly: "When you stay away from the cold, go, I want to go too. I want to ask them clearly what the **** is going on, and what damaging things I have done to make them treat me. Such a heavy hand."

Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand to hug her, and said unhappily, "You need to rest."

Song Qinghuan looked up at him, and squeezed a smile: "I'm fine, really, let me go with you."

At this time, Shi Yuhan really couldn't refuse Song Qinghuan.