Dear Mr. Shi

After a brief meeting with Heyan, Song Qinghuan returned to the villa. She sat quietly in front of the dining bed, looking at the opposite Shi Yuhan with a cute face.

Even though he was stubborn, he still tried to be calm, grabbing the rice with one bite and not one bite.

This man is so graceful and calm no matter when, besides his family, this man is the first man to be considerate and caring for her. It is also the first time she makes her fall in love with him. So when he is with him, Will feel at ease and happy again.

She thought that for the rest of her life, he might not be able to meet love again.

But he was only cruel to her.

She couldn't imagine that when he was treating her well, he would also calculate and throw her into danger at the same time.

Thinking about it now, I'm kind of scared.

"Song Qinghuan!" Shi Yuhan looked up at her and called her name softly.

Song Qinghuan was taken aback, then raised her eyes to look at him: "Why...what's wrong?"

Thinking that Shi Yuhan discovered that she was peeking at him, she felt a little guilty and stuttered.

"Your mouth..." Shi Yuhan said faintly, then raised his finger to the corner of his right mouth.

Song Qinghuan's immediate reaction was to stick out her tongue, lick the corner of her right mouth pointed by Shi Yuhan, and then wipe it with her hand.

After erasing the rice from the corner of his mouth, he buried his head and continued to eat, not daring to meet Shi Yuhan's gaze, for fear that he could see through himself and guess his own thoughts.

Shi Yuhan is such a wise person, how can she not see that she has something on her mind.

He simply stopped eating, put down his chopsticks and looked at her gently and asked, "What do you want to ask, eh?"

She should have been told that Yan Dan had already told her, since she knew everything, then there were at least a lot of things to ask him for verification, and it seemed impossible to justify it if there was no problem.

"No, I'm going to eat, please use it slowly." Song Qinghuan stood up, gave a warm look when he didn't look, and left the table.

What else to ask? There are some things that you don't need to ask too clearly, it will only embarrass yourself.

Shi Yuhan looked at Song Qinghuan's back, his fingers slid across the corner of his mouth with a trace of charm, his deep eyes gleaming with complicated light.

Song Qinghuan went to the kitchen first, took some food from the kitchen, and opened the door and walked out.

The snow stopped, the sun came out, and the silver outfit retreated under the sun's rays, and the earth returned to its original form, and for a while, he lay lazily on the ground to bask in the sun.

Seeing Song Qinghuan coming out, it immediately stood up and yelled at Song Qinghuan twice, and then enthusiastically rubbed her leg.

Song Qinghuan squatted down and touched Zishi Mao Rourou's head, then put the pork chops and bones on his hand in front of him: "Are you hungry? Eat it!"

Zishi was very happy, yelled twice at Song Qinghuan, then bowed his head and ate happily.

Song Qing looked at him with a smile, sometimes quite envious of him.

Once she saw a post on the Internet called "I'm not as good as a dog." Now that I think about it, it's really posted. It's better for a dog than anyone else.

When she said she was envious and jealous of her son, it seemed that she was really that a little bit.

"I don't know if your health is still good, eh?" Unpretentiously, a voice suddenly came out from behind.

Song Qinghuan was startled, and turned back subconsciously. When he leaned back, he didn't squat down, his body lost his balance and sat back...