Dear Mr. Shi

Hearing that the child was okay, Song Qinghuan turned his head up, closing his eyes and no longer watching to keep out the cold.

Fortunately, the child has nothing to do. If something happens to the child because of him, then she will not forgive him for the rest of her life.

"Huan'er..." Shi Yuhan held her hand and asked softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

She closed her eyes and said nothing, but slowly slipped her hand out of his.

Shi Yuhan's expression stiffened, and his heart was severely aching, painful.

He paused and said, "I will ask the doctor to come in and check for you, and you will lie down for a while."

Song Qinghuan still didn't say anything, closed his eyes and didn't know if he was asleep.

Soon the doctor came in and performed a simple examination on Song Qinghuan, which confirmed that both the adult and the child were fine, but the fetal position was a little unstable and must be hospitalized for observation.

After the doctor left, Shi Yuhan sat on the side of the bed again, took a cotton swab to wet the water, wiped it on Song Qinghuan's mouth, and said softly: "Would you like to drink some water?"

Song Qinghuan: "..."

She was tired, very tired, and didn't want to care about the time to keep out the cold at all.

Shi Yuhan asked again, "Are you hungry? May I ask Aunt He to make some soup and bring it over?"

After waiting for a while, Song Qinghuan still said nothing.

Shi Yuhan looked at her peaceful face, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice, "You should be angry, and blame me for failing to protect you."

Blame him, she dares, what is he doing to protect her, shouldn't it be Zhang Jie that he wants to protect?

So I care about Zhang Jie, there is only Zhang Jie in his eyes, and he doesn't want to glance at her.

Song Qinghuan finally opened his eyes slowly, and his eyes fell on Shi Yuhan's face. His eyes were slightly swollen and red, and his voice was hoarse and weak: "Shi Yuhan, I regret it."

It was too low, and Shi Yuhan didn't hear what she was talking about at all.

A very shallow smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth. Shi Yuhan turned his face to her and said in a low voice, "What did you say?"

Song Qinghuan’s eyelashes trembled, her voice a little louder than before, but she was still hoarse: "I said I regret it!"

The faint smile on Shi Yuhan's face froze on his face.

Song Qinghuan continued, her voice tinged with a silly scent: "I regret that I was like a fool, watching you love you foolishly, but I couldn't get a single word from you, and I was playing like a fool. In the palm of the hand."

Shi Yuhan lowered his eyes and looked straight at her, as if to look into her heart, to see clearly what she was thinking at the moment.

There was a moment of tension and complexity. When his eyes flashed, Shi Yuhan suddenly stood up, avoiding Song Qinghuan’s sight: "Those who live after the catastrophe should take a good rest. You sleep for a while, and I will ask Aunt He to cook for you. Some soup."

Song Qinghuan was exhausted and called her name softly: "Shi Yuhan!"

Shi Yuhan looked at her tenderly, lowered his head and kissed her brows tenderly and distressedly, "I'm here, you lie down obediently, and I will go back as soon as I go."

"Let's get a divorce."

When Song Qinghuan said these words, he felt that he had lived for more than 20 years, and there was no more sober and comfortable moment than now.

Shi Yuhan was shocked for a moment, then raised his hand to gently cover Song Qinghuan's lower abdomen, smiling gently: "You are a mother, and the child is very good and well-behaved."

He only regarded Song Qinghuan as having a temper. He didn't even listen to Song Qinghuan's divorce. Even if he listened to it, it wouldn't be a matter.

Divorce is impossible in this life!