Dear Mr. Shi

Zishi was thrown to the ground, and he made two miserable "Ooo, Ooo", and then turned over and lay on the ground, steadily looking at the time to keep out the cold.

What it wants to express seems to be understood only by its owner.

Song Qinghuan was taken aback, and the beautiful smile on his face that was shocked while he was still froze in an instant.

She watched Shi Yuhan carefully, but he didn't look at her. The gaze from his black eyes was stern and sharp, like Xuanbing for a thousand years, staring coldly at Zi Shi.

Don't say if Zi Shi was scared, Song Qinghuan was scared anyway.

When she saw the son, she suddenly uttered another "whoop", and then stood up and walked away very honestly.

Song Qinghuan was frightened, thinking that he was so fierce that he was about to kill his son.

The word "kill" made her stunned for no reason. She swallowed: "Well, don't blame it, it didn't hurt me at the time, it just came to play with me."

Shi Yuhan turned his eyes and stared at her, without a word for a long while, and suddenly said in a low voice, sarcastically: "What I want to do with it is definitely not because of you."

"What?" Song Qinghuan looked at him in astonishment.

What he meant was that he didn't care about whether it hurt her or not, what he cared about was that it didn't listen to him.

Song Qinghuan gritted his teeth, "Let's do it by myself, get out of my bedroom!"

Obviously, Song Qinghuan at this moment has forgotten the toss left to her by "blowing love" that day.

Shi Yuhan's half-squinted eyes suddenly opened, and two fiery rays of light burst out from inside: "What did you say?"

Song Qinghuan bit her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound, but her hand clenched into a fist involuntarily.

She was just in anger, and now she calmed down a little bit, so she dared to say it again.

Seeing her silent, Shi Yuhan didn't speak any more, but turned around coldly.

Looking at the tall and straight and ruthless back, Song Qinghuan curled his lips, making a grimace, and raised his hand very angrily, clenching his fist and slamming in the back.

Chenyang shot her directly, her shadow reflected on the ground, just enough for Shi Yuhan to see clearly.

Shi Yuhan stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at her, with indifferent eyes, he had to look for a trace of emotion, that was indifference.

Song Qinghuan was killed by surprise, she just stopped in the air with her fists.

Shi Yuhan didn't move, and just looked at her so steadily, as if she wanted to know how she was going to go next.

Song Qinghuan looked at him and then at his fist, almost wanting to hit the wall.

She bit her lip for a long time, and finally squeezed out: "What are you doing, I can't practice shaking my fist!"

As he said, he shook his fist left and right.

Shi Yu coldly curled his lips, and suddenly reached out his hand to grasp Song Qinghuan's arm, a 360-degree rotation came, and then she pressed her against the wall one by one.