Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan glanced at her faintly, with seven points of coldness, and moved three points, "Why, humans in this world. You are the only one who needs to go to the toilet, eh?"

"I don't bother to care about you, I don't know you anyway," Song Qinghuan glanced at him coldly, and then stepped directly, ready to pass him by without hesitation.

However, Shi Yuhan grabbed his arm.

Song Qinghuan turned around and glared at him: "What are you doing?"

"How does it feel to be served?" Shi Yuhan's tone was strange, as if it contained a hint of sourness.

Song Qinghuan heard what he was referring to. She met his gaze and rushed at him angrily, "What, is Shi always jealous?"

"President Shi?" Shi Yuhan chewed on her name, narrowing his eyes dangerously: "Song Qinghuan, would you like to say something more to try?"

The bloodthirsty chill came, and Song Qinghuan felt it deeply. She subconsciously softened her tone and said in a soft voice, "It's time to protect against the cold, now count the working hours, count the working hours..."

Well, she admitted that she was super spineless and arrogant, and she didn't have any rebellious heart when she was frightened by him.

As soon as the pool-like eyes dispersed, the playfulness wafted out in it. Shi Yuhan used his slender fingers to lift Song Qinghuan's chin, ordered her to look at him, and then said domineeringly: "Wait a minute, let me go first. "

Song Qinghuan clenched her fists, creaked, and looked at him with black lines all over her head: "What do you want to do? Why should I listen to you and go first? I won't go first!"

Shi Yuhan curled her lips and stared at her narrowly, meaning: "Don't go first? Then you sleep with Zi Shi tonight."

Song Qinghuan was not afraid of her son, but she liked to hug it and smiled: "Okay, thank you for warming up the bed for me."

Shi Yuhan curled up his lips and smiled, but said something horrifying: "How about letting you drink another cup of love before going to bed?"

"You, you, you, Shi Yuhan, you are so..." Song Qinghuan was so scared that a cold sweat broke out on his back. She really wanted to slap Shi Yuhan on the face, but she was afraid that Zi Shi would appear at the same time as the blowjob, so she responded with grievance. One sentence: "I see."

When Shi Yuhan let go, she immediately took two steps back, staying far away from Shi Yuhan.

Shi Yuhan took a deep look at her, turned around, and took a step, but instead of going to the bathroom, he went straight back to the box.

Staring at his back, Song Qinghuan clenched his fists and cursed him.

I really didn't want to at all, and immediately followed Shi Yuhan to go back. Song Qinghuan walked slowly and slowly, with a small passage on the side that could lead to the sky garden.

She paused at the intersection, thinking that she had finished eating anyway, so she might as well go to the sky garden and go back.

At the entrance of the sky garden, someone was talking on the phone, and a familiar voice came.

It was Bai Rubing, Song Qinghuan was stunned, and subconsciously stopped and turned around, thinking that he should leave.

She doesn't have the bad habit of eavesdropping on the phone or interrupting people's speech.

Without taking two steps, Bai Rubing's voice came into her ears again: "...Why are you so cheap, you don't look at yourself anymore, do you think I might marry you?"

Song Qinghuan was stunned again when he heard the words, and was stunned by the shock.

Is this Bai Rubing? This is far from the gentle Bai Rubing in her impression.