Dear Mr. Shi

"What's wrong? I don't work all day, don't you also like to travel?" Shi Yuhan said.

Song Qinghuan hesitated, then thought about it and said again: "But I planned it before, and you arranged it for me. I can visit my mother during the Spring Festival holiday."

Speaking of this, Shi Yuhan seemed to think of something, and took out a note from his pocket and handed it to her: "This, your adoptive mother has come out. This is her address. You can visit him anytime."

Song Qinghuan took it, glanced at the phone number and address on it, and stared at him in astonishment: "Hospital? Is my mother sick?"

"It's just a different way to get her out of the prison. You can visit her anytime you want. How about visiting her again when we return?" Shi Yuhan lowered his head after speaking, touching her forehead and staring closely. Her eyes, and his dark eyes, were filled with inevitable tenderness.

Song Qinghuan's eyes were full of light, and she was full of emotions: "Thank you for protecting you from the cold."

Shi Yuhan curled his lips, and his voice was low and gentle: "You don't need to thank you, you have to remember that no matter what happens, I will be by your side, because we are a husband and wife."

Looking at him with serious and sincere eyes, Song Qinghuan was touched again, and nodded solemnly: "I know."

After all, he raised his head and touched his lips. Shi Yuhan's mouth smiled slightly, which immediately deepened the kiss.

This was the first time to go abroad. One night before the trip, Song Qinghuan did not sleep all night of excitement.

I woke up early the next morning and started packing up, picking up here and there, so unhappy and cheerful.

Shi Yuhan looked at her with complex eyes, but he concealed it well. When he met her gaze, he returned to calm without showing any traces.

Song Qinghuan was afraid that she would be bored on the plane, so she installed a novel by Mei Jun to read for herself, and then installed a financial magazine for Shi Yuhan.

In the waiting room, Song Qinghuan sat quietly, leaning on Shi Yuhan's shoulders, while Shi Yuhan had been reading the documents, frowning.

The content in the document was all in English, and Song Qinghuan took a glance and couldn't understand it at all.

She was afraid that she would disturb Shi's protection from the cold, so she sat upright and took out the look of Mei Jun's novel.

A few minutes before boarding, Shi Yuhan's cell phone rang suddenly.

He closed the folder and took out the phone. The content on the other end of the phone seemed to annoy him. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

"What about her?" Shi Yu coldly said, his voice as if he had been soaked in ice.

He didn't know what was said on the other end, and his expression became colder: "You must save her safely anyway, otherwise you don't want to come back."

After speaking, he hung up the phone majesticly.

Immediately, he turned sideways and looked at Song Qinghuan blankly and said, "I have something to leave. You board the plane and go to New York first. Someone will pick you up over there, and you will be waiting for me over there."

Song Qinghuan jumped in panic when he heard that he wanted to save people back safely.

She grabbed Shi Yuhan's hand and said nervously: "What happened? Who was arrested, I...I'll board the plane first. I'll accompany you. How can I board the plane if you don't board the plane? Wait for you!"

"Don't worry about so much, be obedient, board the plane and go to New York to wait for me." After Shi Yu Lengmo said this, he took her hand away, got up, and left without a trace of nostalgia.