Dear Mr. Shi

The main residence is the residence where Shi Xiuren lives alone. Shi Yuhan and Song Qinghuan are on the side, about a hundred meters away.

Along the way, the two were silent, Song Qinghuan followed Shi Yuhan, and the two were only one step away.

Entering the house, Song Qinghuan finally couldn't help but ask: "Who is that man named Si Chen? Does he have grudges against you? You know that your house is like a tiger's lair in Longtan, why don't you remind me?"

Shi Yuhan walked a few steps and suddenly stood still. When he turned around, he just saw Song Qinghuan's small head, and just hit him into his arms.

"Uh..." Song Qinghuan hurriedly stopped.

"Why should I remind you?" Shi Yuhan looked down at her.

Song Qinghuan puffed her cheeks and stared at him: "I'm helping you, remind me that I can be mentally prepared so that I won't be pushed and fallen over."

Shi Yu said coldly: "It's useless to remind you of this kind of thing. Only if you have experienced it yourself will you know how to deal with it next time."

Song Qinghuan glared at his long back who turned gracefully: "What? Next time?"

She suddenly regained consciousness, with a disgusting tone in her tone: "Absolutely not next time. I will never come to this shabby place again. I heard that."

Shi Yuhan ignored her and went straight into the bedroom.

Song Qinghuan immediately followed him, and said anxiously behind him: "Hey, Shi Yuhan, I said there is no next time, did you hear it?"

Shi Yuhan turned around, staring at her extremely calmly: "You are already Mrs. Shi, you are my Shi Yuhan's nominal wife. It's not that you can't not come if you don't want to come."

"It's obviously a fake. You didn't say when you got married that I want to apply a bunch of such strange people. It's so annoying now." Song Qinghuan pouted, feeling aggrieved.

"Do you dislike them very much? Grandpa included," Shi Yuhan asked.

Song Qinghuan didn't know how to answer, and really didn't like it, including Shi Xiuren, who looked at her, as if she came to her house to eat up his wealth.

But she seemed to be unable to tell the truth. After all, that was Shi Yuhan's grandfather, but she didn't want to pretend to say no.

So, I had to be silent.

Shi Yuhan's eyes flashed a soft light. He liked her not to lie. Song Qinghuan was a contradictory woman. She seemed to dislike lying, but she was full of nonsense.

Whenever he saw her clearly unwilling to speak, unwilling to violate her own heart, but because of the situation, she had to talk nonsense, just like the answer she said when he saw her for the first time, then he felt this Women are made funny by God.

For a while, Yuhan didn't respond, but looked at her steadily, standing like an ice sculpture, exuding an icy breath.

Song Qinghuan thought he was angry, so he pursed his lips for a moment.

In the end, she decided to say something and laughed: "That I am just a passer-by in your life. We will get divorced in two years. I don't think it matters whether I like them or not. My family feels good. ."

The more I said, the lower my head, my eyes looked at the ground.

Seeing the coldness, he still didn't respond. Song Qinghuan had to raise his eyes again, just hitting the complicated gaze in his black eyes.

"Song Qinghuan!" Shi Yuhan suddenly opened his lips and called her.

Song Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Uh, here..."

"Hmm..." As soon as her voice fell, Shi Yuhan's kiss suddenly fell, and she kissed her lips hard.