Dear Mr. Shi

Just when she thought she was sitting on the wet grass, Shi Yuhan grabbed her by the arm and hugged her into his arms.

Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand to embrace her and stood firmly, and then hugged her and sat down on the reclining chair next to him.

This sun lounger is only enough for one person to sit on. At the moment, two people are very narrow.

Song Qinghuan had to sit tightly against the cold, and gently pinched the skirt of his clothes with his fingers.

The two just sat there, eating while watching the child.

Zishi watched his master and Song Qinghuan stare at him all the time, pretending to be coerced, turning in circles while eating, and shaking his head from time to time to sell cute, he looked so happy.

With Shi Yuhan, he can never be better than silence. Song Qinghuan gently opened her lips and asked first: "It's not Shi Mu who poisoned the villa. Have you found out who it is?"

"Don't worry about this, I will take care of it." Shi Yuhan's voice was soft, but his face was cold, and there was a hint of murderousness.

The water trembled, Song Qinghuan was embarrassed and speechless, with black lines all over his head: "I'm almost dead, how can I leave it alone? I know that my life is worthless in your eyes, but can you stop being in front of me? If you say such things in your face, you are very shocking, so you are not afraid that I will beat you up severely."

Shi Yuhan fixed her gaze on her, faintly curling her lips: "Yes, please punch, but the place is not right. Go to the bedroom, the bed is best."

Song Qinghuan's small face flushed instantly, and then gave him a fierce look.

Shi Yuhan said softly, "You want to stare at me if you want to bend it? Song Qinghuan, do you think you can benefit from me because of your skill? So you still go to bed, the bed is soft, and it doesn't hurt to fall down. "

Song Qinghuan was amused and angry, struggling to encircle his waist, and snorted: "I'm too lazy to care about you, you let me go!"

"Don't let it go!" Shi's cold breath was in his ears, itchy and hot, the next moment he held her earlobe.

Song Qinghuan's body tightened. Before struggling, Shi Yuhan had already hugged her and collapsed on the recliner.

With Xuankong in his body, unable to find a balance point, Song Qinghuan could only cling closely to Shi Yuhan's arms and put his head on his face: "What are you doing, don't make trouble..."

The warm breath sprayed on her face, Shi Yuhan kissed her lips and skillfully pried her teeth open, driving straight in, tasting her alluring sweetness.

His kiss was very domineering, Song Qinghuan was a little flustered, and his heart was in a mess.

Gradually, their breathing became a little messy.

Shi Yuhan's hand moved uncontrollably around Song Qinghuan's waist, and then scorched into his clothes with scorching heat.

Song Qinghuan was kissed to make her body soft and confused, but her sanity was not completely lost, so she woke up quickly and stretched out her hand to his chest.

Shi Yuhan took a mouthful on her lips, and then reluctantly let go of her.

He was excited and stared at Song Qinghuan with scorching eyes: "Wait for you, let's see how I can clean you up."

She stretched out her hand again to push Shi Shi to protect against the cold, but Shi Shi Yu was unwilling to push away, she couldn't push away.

Shi Yuhan touched her forehead, and said in a tone of reproach: "Let you leave it alone, how come it doesn't matter whether you live or die, huh?"