Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan suddenly became a little embarrassed, his heart pounding and he couldn't help but start beating nervously, his cheeks burning.

She bit her lips tightly, her long eyelashes flickered uncontrollably: "Who rescued me?"

"Qianze, I saw it when I went out to find you," Shi Yuhan withdrew his hand and said calmly.

Thinking of the powerful power coming from behind, Song Qinghuan looked at Shi Yuhan, "I..."

What should I say? Was she pushed down? But she didn't see who it was? Forget it, anyway, she has nothing to do. It would be convenient not to come here in the future.

When the cold is condescending, you can see all these small actions in full view.

He naturally knew what it would be if she suddenly wanted to speak and stopped, and asked softly: "Who is it? Push you into the water."

Song Qinghuan looked at him in astonishment: "Do you know someone pushed me?" He blinked his eyes and said sadly, "But I don't know who it is. I didn't see the other person."

Then, he hung his head in frustration.

Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand, clasped her head, and leaned lightly on his shoulder, while raising his hand to stroke her smooth hair from time to time.

The small movements are very warm. The picture is really beautiful, as if the whole world is only left with this admiration.

Song Qinghuan fell asleep again in a daze. She kept staring at Shi Yuhan, her eyes slowly falling on her face, her palm-sized face, her skin was a little pale because of the falling water, without a trace of blood.

The long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, looking a little tired.

It was only a short time when I came to Shiguo Bieyuan, but should she feel tired? Not physically tired, but heart tired.

...

In the evening, the banquet at Shiguoyuan continued, and Song Qinghuan fell into the water at noon, as if it had never happened before, and no one mentioned it again.

Only two people were missing from the banquet, one was Si Chen, and he did not appear again.

And the other one is naturally Song Qinghuan.

Shi Xiuren looked at Shi Yuhan, who was standing with Li Chengyu and chatting. From their expressions, they should be talking about more important things, and it was unlikely that they would leave for a while.

He winked at the butler, who immediately helped him out of the hall.

In the bedroom, Song Qinghuan had gotten up and was eating dinner from the servant.

When Shi Xiuren came in, she gave a little bit, then put down her chopsticks and called out politely: "Grandpa."

Shi Xiuren nodded, but did not speak, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

He motioned for the housekeeper to leave first. When only him and Song Qinghuan were left in the room, he said, "Is your health better?"

Song Qinghuan smiled politely: "Thank you, grandpa, it's much better already."

Shi Xiu smiled lovingly: "Don't be nervous, I'm not as scary as you think."

Song Qinghuan was stunned, staring wide-eyed, and then a little embarrassed: "No, I think Grandpa is quite amiable."

The words of praise did not make Shi Xiuren any joy, but he sighed: "To be honest, you are not the ideal granddaughter in my heart, but since Yuhan insists to be with you, then I have nothing to say. , After all, it’s you and not me to spend a lifetime with him."

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Shi Xiuren continued: "I can see that Yuhan still cares about you, otherwise, I won't smash Si Chen's head into flowers for you."