Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan said to Shi Annuo many years ago, and now there will be no change.

Shi Annuo smiled and was very happy, "Thank you brother, Cici and I are going to try the wedding dress tomorrow. By the way, we will take wedding photos. It seems that the two of you haven't taken wedding photos yet. Do you want to take group photos together? "

Every girl has a dream, which is to put on a white wedding dress, stand in front of her beloved, and smile to him and say, regardless of poverty or wealth, I will go on with you forever.

Song Qinghuan also has one.

When I was very young, before my parents were divorced, once my dad took her by the hand and walked past the window of photography.

She remembered that she touched the window glass and said to her father: "Dad, this dress is so beautiful, I will wear such a beautiful dress when I grow up."

When I heard Shi Annuo, talking about wedding dresses and taking wedding photos, she almost blurted out and said excitedly: "..."

'Great! "Just one word of answer, I was interrupted coldly: "No!"

The joy and excitement in Song Qinghuan's heart was immediately drenched by a basin of ice water before he started to warm up.

She looked sad, and then smiled far-fetched: "Yes, you can take pictures, we don't need to take pictures."

Yes, I'm going to get divorced. What kind of wedding photos are you taking?

It seemed that I had been standing for a long time, and the cold wind blew the tip of her nose a little bit sore. She didn't dare to watch Shi to keep out the cold, but smiled and said to Shi Anuo: "Anuo, I'm going in, you talk."

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the room, not looking at the expressions of the two of them.

All women are hearing animals. If a man doesn't speak clearly, she will never understand the man's true mind.

Even if they understand, they will pretend not to understand, because they are afraid that they will be wrong.

I always feel that if I don't say something, it will be too pale and too weak no matter how to express it.

Shi Annuo didn't enter the house. After saying everything that Shi Yuhan Hydrogen should have said outside, he drove away.

When Shi Yuhan entered the house, Song Qinghuan nestled on the sofa and watched TV.

He didn't want to disturb her either, and sat down beside her, Song Qinghuan moved aside, then clutched his nose and sneezed.

Shi Yuhan glanced at her, took out a tissue and handed it to her: "You have very poor resistance right now, so you can't go outside to blow the air."

Song Qinghuan didn't pick up his tissue, so he drew a tissue and wiped his nose, and then said softly: "Thank you, I will pay attention, and I won't cause you any more trouble."

Gets up, seems to be planning to leave.

However, Shi Yuhan grabbed his hand, and then pulled it back, sat next to her, and asked her ears: "Angry, huh?"

Song Qinghuan feinted: "No, how could it be?"

Her disguise skills are not deep at all, she can see through it easily when she is warm against the cold, put her hand around her waist, and said in a playful tone: "You can hang an oil bottle with your mouth pouted."

Strapped by her waist, Song Qinghuan wanted to hide but couldn't avoid it, so she could only writhe in his arms: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to rest."

Shi Yuhan pulled her to lie down on the sofa, then put her legs on her calves, and in a domineering posture, tightly trapped her next to him: "Stop here!"

Song Qinghuan felt a headache. It was not that she didn't want to struggle right now, but her body really didn't have any strength, so she had to lie quietly with him.