Dear Mr. Shi

When asked out, she regretted it. What else was there because she was going to get a divorce!

But today, she thought it might not be necessary, she could feel that he treated her a little differently.

At least, he doesn't hate her.

Since he doesn't hate her, he still has no one to marry, and he said that if she wants, she can be his wife who protects against the cold for the rest of her life, so why choose to discuss divorce with her at this time?

Shi Yuhan lowered his eyes, concealed his true emotions, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, I can't give you a reason."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that every breath could count the beat.

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything again, and Song Qinghuan didn't say anything again. The two of them sat quietly, and both put down their chopsticks.

After a while, Song Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at Shi Yuhan, and said softly: "You once said...As long as I want to live my life, I can be your Shi Yuhan's wife, right?"

Shi Yuhan also raised his eyes and met her gaze with complicated eyes: "Yes!"

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, "Then if I say, I don't want a divorce..."

Shi Yuhan's eyes narrowed, as if he was a little confused and leaned back on the back of the chair.

After watching Song Qinghuan for a few seconds, he suddenly laughed and said, "Song Qinghuan, why didn't you talk about it before, but it's too late now.

What does it mean to be late now? What does it mean?

Is it saying that he wants to take back what he said before, the sentence that says she can be his wife for the rest of her life as long as she wants?

Shi Yuhan, don't you keep your promises? How can you say nothing?

"Okay, I know... Let's sign a divorce agreement when we go back. I will leave the villa no matter how I enter it. You and I don't want anything." Song Qinghuan was injured and said suddenly and decisively.

My heart was suddenly gripped by something, especially painful.

Shi Yuhan raised his hand, rubbed his temples, and then looked at Song Qinghuan and said, "Give me some time, and I will let you come back to me as quickly as possible."

His deep and secluded eyes looked particularly bright under the light, so bright that Song Qinghuan dared not look directly.

This is a promise, the promise he gave her, a firm promise!

But Song Qinghuan was scared. She didn't understand what Yuhan was playing, so she shook her head: "I'm sorry, I don't..."

Before she finished speaking, Shi Yuhan hooked her neck on the back of her neck, shackled in her arms, and then kissed her severely.

Song Qinghuan didn't know where she got her strength, so she pushed him away: "Shi Yuhan, you can't do this, you said divorce a second, and then kissed me again."

Shi Yuhan gasped heavily and looked at her silently, only to see her long curly eyelashes, blinking and blinking, seeming to be holding back something.

Song Qinghuan sat right up to her position, lowered her head, and then put the greens in the bowl into her mouth, staring at her nose, looking at it, and feeling sore in her eyes.

Shi Yuhan looked at her, his eyes dark and unable to see through: "Song Qinghuan."

Song Qinghuan ignored him, only eating, his eyes became even more red: "..."

Shi Yuhan took a deep breath, as if his bones were soft, and then said: "Forget it, we won't get divorced..."

Song Qinghuan remained silent: "..."