Dear Mr. Shi

On the day of the sacrifice, people from the Li family came to the old house in Cuiming Lake.

With such a big belly, Song Qinghuan is really not easy to bow down. Fortunately, it is the custom of the Li family to wear ancient costumes for sacrifice.

So the big Hanfu was worn on her, she was sitting directly on the mat.

Everyone knew that she was a pregnant woman, and they all closed one eye.

But sitting with a big belly is uncomfortable. After only half an hour, people sweat a lot of fatigue.

But there is one last item, the ceremony of sacrificing heaven has not been completed.

Li Chengyu ordered to go down and let Song Qinghuan go to the room to rest first, and then start for an hour.

Opening the door of the room, Song Qinghuan saw a person sitting on the sofa in the room.

He leaned back on the sofa lazily and gracefully, with black jade-clear pupils under his long eyebrows, looking at the magazine in his hand, his eyes seemed soft and cold.

Hearing the sound, realizing someone came in, he turned his head...

After seeing Song Qinghuan, he showed a heart-wrenching smile.

Maybe it's because of the long time that I haven't seen it, the beloved smile of the country and the city made Song Qinghuan feel drunk in her heart.

For a time, it seemed like time and space interlaced, and I was a little surprised that I didn't know what this evening was.

The elders of Li Chang said that if the beloved person appears at this sacrifice, then she and the beloved will be happy for a lifetime.

Although I felt that this was just a talk, it was a mere joy, but Song Qinghuan still hoped that the weather would come.

But yesterday, including this morning, she asked her elder brother Li Chengyu if Shi Yuhan would come.

Li Chengyu said, Shi Yuhan is not free and he will not come.

If he would not come, how could he appear here again?

Seeing Song Qinghuan in surprise, she was stunned for a long time. Shi Yuhan's tall and straight body stood up, calmly came to her, attached her body to her slightly opened lips, and lightly pecked.

The real warmth on her lips made Song Qinghuan regain her senses. She wrapped her arms around his arms: "Time protects against the cold!"

The voice is soft and soft, mixed with a touch of warmth, as if stained with honey.

The corners of Shi Yuhan's mouth pursed unconsciously, and he helped her sit down on the sofa together: "Tired?!"

"Not tired," Song Qinghuan held his arm tightly.

The belly is too big to hold his body, so he can only hold his hands: "It's not that I don't have time, why are you here?"

Shi Yuhan chuckles: "Of course I will come on such an important day!"

"Is it important?" Song Qinghuan pouted and smiled: "In fact, it's not that important."

Shi Yuhan raised her big hand, covered her smooth long hair and stroked it: "Of course it is important. After the sacrifice, the daughter of the Li family will receive the world's most beautiful blessing and be with her favorite person."

"So, you have come all the way." Song Qinghuan raised her face slightly, with a happy expression on her face.

Shi Yuhan took possession of her body and kissed her lips again: "You are more important than anyone and everything."

The baby is about to be born at the time of the cold weather, but we haven’t figured out yet, what name should be given to the baby, what do you say? "Song Qinghuan leaned softly in his arms and asked softly.

Shi Yuhan combed her long hair with his fingers, looked at her indulgently, and said gently: "You can pick up your name, whether it's a son or a daughter, what you like to call them, then we'll take it for him. what."

Song Qinghuan frowned, "Would it not be so good? Wouldn't it seem too casual, and the name should be married by my father, which is more solemn."