Dear Mr. Shi

The originally heated room was instantly deserted like an ice cellar, and the echo of a broken bowl was lonely.

Almost immediately, Shi Yuhan's chopsticks slapped on the table with a "pop".

Han Qianqian was frightened, her body stiffened and her brain exploded.

At this moment, she seemed to realize what she had done. Her clear little face gradually became pale and her blood was gone. When she looked at her with fear, her long eyelashes began to tremble and trembled more and more severely.

The bowl was not dropped on purpose just now, it was accidental, but is the explanation useful? It seems not!

Back, back again, the result was another "bang!" The chair behind her fell to the ground.

When Song Qinghuan didn't pay attention to protect from the cold, and seeing Han Qianqian getting more and more excessive, she stood up and said angrily: "What are you, you fell a chair and smashed a bowl in someone else's house!"

As he said, he raised his hand and pointed: "Get out, get out of here, get out of my house!!"

Han Qianqian turned her eyes to look at Song Qinghuan, her eyes widened, Song Qinghuan also stared at her, the two of them were like two roosters fighting anxiously.

Suddenly, Han Qianqian squashed her mouth, pointed at Song Qinghuan, and whimpered twice: "You bully!"

Song Qinghuan opened her mouth wide in astonishment. After a while, she said ashamed: "Hey, I said you are too funny. It's obviously you who bullied me, threw a chair and smashed a bowl at my house, how come I bully you."

Han Qianqian clenched her fists, couldn't find words to refute, turned her head and looked at Shi Annuo next to her: "Annuo, I was bullied."

Shi Annuo's expression was very cold at the moment, and he glanced at her coldly: "Han Qianqian, are you making enough trouble, do you have to make everyone uneasy to be comfortable?"

"You also said me, you all bullied me," Han Qianqian cried, her tears fell instantly, turned around and rushed to the door.

Shi Annuo clumped his fists and stood up suddenly: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm leaving now..."

Shi Yuren looked at him coldly and ordered: "Sit down for me,"

Turning her eyes to look at Song Qinghuan: "She is outside, you go and see her!"

Song Qinghuan looked at him in astonishment: "Ah, why..." After Yuhan Shi Yuhan was domineering, and frowning that couldn't hold her beak, she retracted what she had originally wanted to say, and reluctantly replied: "Okay!!"

As soon as she went out, she saw Han Qianqian sitting on the steps of the side viewing platform.

"Cut, you really know her," Song Qinghuan murmured with her mouth flat.

A woman's instinct, she felt that Shi Yuhan didn't hate Han Qianqian. It seemed that he was still very good to her, at least he cared about her, or he treated her as a family in his heart.

But why don't you want to marry her?