Dear Mr. Shi

After Shi Yuhan handled it, Song Qinghuan had not brought the noodles.

When she was worried about whether she quarreled with Jin Lin again, the alarm finally rang. He got up and opened the door. He saw Song Qinghuan walking in with a tray and carrying three bowls of noodles. The noodles were topped with a browned egg. The color, fragrance and taste are complete.

It turned out to be fried eggs, no wonder it took so long?

Sitting on the table, Shi Yuhan took the bowl and looked at the other two bowls of noodles, "Three bowls? You want to eat two bowls?"

Song Qinghuan laughed jokingly: "When you are against the cold, does your son want a bowl?"

Shi Yuhan raised his eyebrows: "My son?"

Holding a bowl of noodles, Song Qinghuan walked to Zishi, touched its head, and answered Shi Yuhan's words: "I'm talking about Zishi!"

Shi Yuhan paused before slowly saying: "He is not my son, I don't have a son."

Song Qinghuan was a little bit unsure, and subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

Shi Yuhan continued to eat the noodles, his posture was noble and elegant, his facial expressions did not change, and he was still indifferent: "Zishi is not my son."

Song Qinghuan bit and chuckled, "I mean the next sentence."

When you stay away from the cold and chew slowly for a while, you seem to be thinking about something.

He suddenly put down his chopsticks, sat up straight and looked at Song Qinghuan quietly, then paused and said, "I don't want children."

At this moment, he directly changed a word, turning "son" into "child".

The smile on Song Qinghuan's face suddenly condensed, looking at him like an alien, and asking: "Why do you suddenly think this way?"

His thin icy lips pressed faintly without speaking, Shi Yuhan seemed to be thinking.

After a while, he opened his lips: "I don't think like this now, but I always think like this, don't want children, just don't want to, why not!"

The indifferent tone and expression caused Song Qinghuan's heart to be stabbed fiercely, and the originally brisk heart dropped to the bottom.

Her face suddenly became extremely ugly, frowning suspiciously, and looking at Shi Yuhan in a puzzled way: "China is a traditional country. When Chinese men and women get married, they all have children. This should be a matter of course. Why don't you want to ?"

Shi Yuhan said sternly: "Song Qinghuan, there is nothing in this world that is taken for granted, child, I don't know if I will think about it in the future, but I don't want children now. Besides, don't we have a good model now?"

Song Qinghuan bit her lip. Looking at him quietly, then slowly lowered his face, and his chin was pressed against his chest.

Shi Yuhan couldn't see her emotions, and sat quietly, his slender fingers raised, staying between the slightly twisted eyebrows.

After a while, he said again: "You are still young, and you are not suitable for having children. Don't you still have to check your brother's affairs? If you really have a child, you can't take care of it, so I'll talk about the child's affairs later. Right."

"Oh." Song Qinghuan replied quietly, but her voice was choked.

She already fully understands what Shi Yuhan means. He does not want children now, but she does not understand whether Shi Yuhan does not want her and his children, or does he not want his children?

Song Qinghuan felt a kind of indifference and loneliness at this moment. There was obviously someone who was facing him and was talking to him. He had tried the taste when the noodles were cooked, and it was so delicious. But why is it so unpalatable now?

The two of them sat quietly. Suddenly, Shi Yuhan's thin lips lightly opened, and their deep, magnetic voice overflowed their thin lips: "Time."

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