Dear Mr. Shi

The day Song Qinghuan returned to China happened to be New Year's Eve.

Everyone who celebrated the Chinese New Year wanted to be a happy celebration. She didn't want to stay out of the cold when she came back, and care about what happened at the airport that day.

Thinking, no matter what happens, wait until the end of the new year.

I originally planned to wait for the cold weather to come back for the New Year’s Eve dinner, but I lay on the sofa and watched TV and fell asleep after watching it.

In her sleep, she felt her body wrapped in a familiar and broad chest, she smelled the familiar breath of him, and her delicate body rubbed against him.

The touch between her lips caused her to open her eyes gently. She stared at him at close range, both loose and confused.

"Huan'er," Shi Yuhan gently called her name, clasping the back of her head with one hand, and dragging her waist with the other hand, and gradually deepened the kiss.

When the kiss reached the deepest point, he pressed her on the sofa and asked for the kiss more crazily, but suddenly he put up with the desire to go around like a fire dragon in his body, let go of her reluctantly, straightened up from her, and stood beside Maintain an elegant sitting posture.

Just because Song Qinghuan's phone rang, that's why Shi Yuhan suddenly let her go temporarily.

The red tide on his face has not faded, Song Qinghuan took the shyness of the little woman, unnaturally took his mobile phone, connected it, and opened his lips, "Hey! Qianze."

Hearing this name, Shi Yuhan frowned, his soft eyes stained with coldness.

"Well, okay, I see, I wish you a good time, goodbye." Song Qinghuan hung up, looked at Shi Yuhan uncomfortably, and pointed in the direction of the dining table: "Have you eaten yet?"

It was the first time that the two had spent New Year's Eve together, and it was the first time to have a New Year's Eve dinner together. She hoped to be happy and happy.

But when she was out of the cold, she looked at her with a calm face, her eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth evoked a touching arc, "I want to eat you more now?"

Keke, Song Qinghuan blushed, "I...I'm very tired!"

She answered like this, purely because of shyness, women like to refuse and welcome.

Shi Yuhan's deep eyes stared at her motionlessly. His eyes were complex, unpredictable, and extremely magnetic, and a hint of cynicism suddenly appeared in his voice: "What are you tired? Having fun every day, what are you so tired of? ."

Song Qinghuan was speechless, and wanted to yell at him, "You are ashamed to say, you don't want to think about who left me at the airport."

But after thinking about it, forget it, he never quarreled with her, she yelled only to make him feel that she was as disgusting as the Naifu.

What's more, she really doesn't want to be noisy during the New Year.

When she looked at Shi Yuhan, Shi Yuhan also looked at her silently, with no expression on her face.

Song Qinghuan felt the tranquil atmosphere, and she could hardly breathe depressed.

She stood up, turned around suddenly, and couldn't help but slide down tears at that moment.

Taking a step forward, her waist was suddenly embraced by a strong arm and tightened, and then she was hugged by her waist.

"Shi Yuhan," Song Qinghuan screamed in astonishment, and subconsciously took Shi Yuhan's shoulders, only to see that the expression on Jun's face was somewhat cold and terrifying.

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything. He just hugged her, strode towards the bedroom, ignored the shock and incredible expression on her face, and threw her onto the bed...