Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan remained silent: "..."

"When I didn't say anything, okay?" Shi Yuhan's low voice was very soft, although he had planned it a long time ago, but seeing Song Qinghuan's appearance, he was really cruel.

Song Qinghuan looked at him dimly with teary eyes: "If you say you don't leave, you must leave. If you don't leave, you won't leave. What do you think I am? Is a taxi? You will come and leave as soon as you call it?"

Her voice was faintly mocking, as if to protect herself from the cold while mocking, and as if mocking herself.

"Song Qinghuan..." Shi Yuhan called her name even more helplessly.

He should have said this to her a long time ago, but he has been unable to speak.

Song Qinghuan looked at him, smiling more ugly than crying, and asked in a low voice: "What? I'm already doing what you wanted. Didn't I agree to a divorce? What else do you want."

"You know what I didn't mean, I can't leave it anymore." Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand, trying to hold Song Qinghuan's hand.

But Song Qinghuan avoided it: "No, I'm leaving!"

It's really annoying. She said that the divorce scene is really different from what she expected. She has been preparing for the divorce for several months.

Just thinking about it, waiting two days later, waiting to return from here, when Anno and Han Xiqian's wedding ended, she would take the initiative to talk to him about the divorce.

In the end, when she really talked about divorce, she actually said that she didn't want to divorce.

Shi Yuhan was obviously much faster than her when she broke the marriage with a knife in her hand.

Song Qinghuan didn't want to talk, and didn't want to eat anymore. Whether it was the delicious dish or the white rice, she felt it was bitter.

She put down her chopsticks and stood up slowly, as if she wanted to leave, but Yushi Yuhan grabbed her wrist: "Where are you going?"

Song Qinghuan took his hand with her hand: "I want to walk outside to relax."

Shi Yuhan tilted his head and glanced at the window. It was cold and gloomy outside, just like his mood at the moment.

He still held Song Qinghuan's wrist, hoping that she could sit down again in the original position: "The weather is bad today, and I will go out tomorrow."

Song Qinghuan looked at him blankly, struggling indifferently: "When you are against the cold, you let me go."

When he kept tolerating the cold, it felt like he was going crazy. A strong blood flow rose in his body, making him about to lose control, making him about to suffocate, and a heart was pulled like a pain.

His palms were cold, his joints pinched stiffly.

Plan it, plan everything, endure it, endure it, and it will pass.

I couldn't speak, and couldn't make a sound, so I took her here and made this determination.

But like this, she hurts, he hurts even more!

Song Qinghuan couldn't get rid of it, her eyes were red, and tears almost came out.

At this moment, she wanted to leave, she didn’t want to stay here anymore, she didn’t want to see the time to protect herself from the cold at all. The atmosphere at this moment made people feel so suffocating, so sad, so happy at first, why did he suddenly ask her for a divorce Things.

Did he bring her here just to tell her about the divorce?

Just when the two of them were in a stalemate, the door of the room was knocked from outside, and then the baby's cry was heard.

The two of them were taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously looked in the direction of the door.