Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan didn't know if she was running away like this.

But she knew that if this were the true appearance of Yuhan and her marriage at the time, she would not be able to accept it.

Shi Yuhan married her for Si Chen, and that would make her feel that everything that happened after she married Shi Yuhan was like a joke that can laugh off her teeth. The good and bad things that Shi Yuhan treats her will also change. Very sharp.

Shi Mu's deep and gentle eyes drooped lightly, concealing the shining light under his eyes.

When he turned his back to Song Qinghuan, a weird smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. Some things were clicked to the end, which could really be explained in various ways.

When eating at noon, Song Qinghuan sat next to Shi Yuhan, keeping an eye on Shi Yuhan and Si Chen.

From beginning to end, Yuhan didn't glance at Si Chen, as if he were a stranger.

But Si Chen had been staring at it to protect against the cold, and his eyes would be as sorrowful as they were.

If it weren't for what happened between Shi Yuhan and him, how could he look at Shi Yuhan with such eyes.

Song Qinghuan didn't know the taste of food, and after taking two bites of rice, he went back to the room first.

Woke up so early today, she wanted to take a nap.

But lying on the bed, his brain was messy and cruel, and his heart was gripped by something, and it was hard to fall asleep.

I thought about a lot of things, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt anxious. I always felt that Shi Yuhan didn't look at Si Chen, not because he didn't want to look, but because he was avoiding something.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep. After a while, I opened them again. After opening them, I found out that Shi Yuhan didn't know when he was back, and he was sitting on the bed looking at her with deep eyes.

She knew that the bed was sitting on, Song Qinghuan hated herself and was too careless.

Shi Yuhan's deep gaze fell on her face, leaning over and holding her in his arms.

Song Qinghuan didn't have time to protest, Shi Yuhan's kiss had already landed on her forehead, and Shi Yuhan's brow frowned with the bone-thinning Bingxin.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed it, Song Qinghuan's cold cheeks: "What's the matter with you, it's still so cold lying in the quilt?"

Song Qinghuan wanted to push him away, putting her hand on her firm chest, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

Shi Yuhan took advantage of the situation and caught the chilly little hand, then put it on his lips and kissed it, whispering: "I should have no rest, go to sleep, I will accompany you..."

Song Qinghuan looked at his expressionless face, but said such soft words, really puzzled, wondering if all this was in disguise.

If it is not a disguise, then who did he consider her when he was doing this?

Si Chen?

At this moment, in Song Qinghuan's heart, only Shi Yuhan and Si Chen felt what really happened.

And also very unforgettable.

Shi Yuhan watched that she had been staring at herself weirdly, her deep eyes narrowed slightly: "But you have something, you want to tell me?"

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, indeed she wanted to say something.

But after thinking about it, she swallowed again.

Shi Yuhan asked again, with majesty: "But what did Si Chen tell you?"

When he asked this, Song Qinghuan didn't know what his mentality was. He always felt that Shi Yuhan was admitting in disguise, what happened to him and Si Chen.

In short, this thought, like the devil, was about to swallow her whole mind.

She shifted her gaze, fixed on the roof, and for a long time she forced herself to make a voice: "When you stay away from the cold, you don't mean to ignore me. Why are you doing this to me now?"