Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan returned to the room full of anger, and poured a few mouthfuls of cold water to suppress the fire.

The decision to get married made Song Qinghuan so regretful that her intestines were blue. When she thought of marrying a man whose name she didn't even know, she wanted to hit the wall immediately.

But for the sake of her brother, she has to bear it.

It's just forbearance, trivial! !

Song Qinghuan, who had not eaten dinner, eased his mind and went out to look for food. There were no fresh ingredients in the refrigerator.

She took out two eggs and made a plate of fried udon noodles.

Half an hour later, she brought the fried udon noodles on the table.

Before I had time to sit down, a swiping sound came from the door of the villa, and then the large and heavy dark red wooden door was pushed open from the outside...

Song Qinghuan turned and raised his eyes, and saw Shi Yuhan walking in.

He walked through the living room on the first floor directly to the dining table, took the plate of udon on his own, and sat on the dining table to eat.

From beginning to end, I didn't look at Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan was stunned and sat in front of him in astonishment: "Hey, are you too rude? This is my food!"

Shi Yuhan ignored her and continued to lower her head to eat: "..."

Song Qinghuan pulled the chair opposite him and sat down angrily: "I said you, is it too rude!"

When she is protected from the cold completely as if she is air: "..."

Song Qinghuan was so angry that he was going crazy, his fingers clenched into a fist.

Trying hard to resist the urge to punch the table with a fist, he breathed and exhaled heavily.

She tried her best to use a tone that thought she was already calm, but she was a little bit fierce and asked when she asked: "Hey, I'm talking about you. Some things, should you tell me clearly."

Shi Yuhan continued to eat gracefully, ignoring the noisy Song Qinghuan: "..."

Song Qinghuan took a deep breath and suddenly increased her voice and called out, "Hey, I said my husband, we are already married, you must at least tell me your name!!!"

This "husband" finally succeeded in raising Shi Yuhan's eyes, with strange explorations in his deep eyes.

But only for a moment, he continued to eat his things silently.

Song Qinghuan was about to be burnt inside and tender by the fire inside.

Forget it, forbearance!

Isn't it just forbearance? ! It's the same when he finishes talking before talking.

About five minutes later, Shi Yuhan finally put down his chopsticks and leaned casually on the chair behind him, looking at Song Qinghuan lazily, his lips lightly opened: "There is coffee in the third cabinet on the right. Go and make two cups."

"I..." Song Qinghuan didn't even think about it, blurted out and refused. But at random, she found something was wrong, and when she met Yuhan Gujing Wubo's eyes, she immediately changed her mouth, "I'm going now, you wait a moment."