Dear Mr. Shi

The blood overflowed in an instant, and Shi Yuhan's body was tense for a while, but there was no pain, but there was still light in the obsidian eyes.

He gently rubbed Song Qinghuan's hair and pressed her deeper toward the neck, as if letting her bite.

"I said, my woman is only you." He said lightly, but his tone was solemn.

"I don't believe you," Song Qinghuan said, but her eyes softened, and she pushed him: "Get up, I'm going to work."

Gently retracted his arms, Shi Yuhan's thin lips faintly said: "If you want to go to work, you have to go down and have breakfast first, together."

With a cold face, he stared at him, but he nodded and agreed.

Shi Yu's eyes gradually became softer.

The breakfast did not start as expected. Just after sitting down, Shi Yuhan received a call.

I don't know who is calling, Shi Yuhan's expression is solemn, holding the phone and walking to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Song Qinghuan looked towards Shi Yuhan, and saw that his deep eyes were like a storm approaching in the sea, and his closed lips were as beautiful and cruel as blood maple.

After hanging up the phone, Shi Yuhan looked at her: "I have something to leave."

"..." Song Qinghuan moved her lips, wanting to say something, Shi Yuhan kissed her face softly.

After that, he said in a very shallow voice: "I can. Maybe I need to find Zhang Jie again, but it's because of something."

With a heavy drop of heart, Song Qinghuan pursed her lips coldly.

He didn't get any response. Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand and gently touched her hair: "The Chinese New Year is about to come, and the company is about to have a holiday. If you don't want to go to work, you can rest at home. Zhao Jingnan won't say much. ."

After speaking, Shi Yuhan stood up, and when he turned to leave, his sleeve was grabbed by a hand.

Shi Yuhan's eyes fell on that hand, and then on the face of the owner of the hand, looking at her: "What's the matter? What else do you want to say?"

With downcast eyes, Song Qinghuan raised his eyes and looked at him firmly: "Don't go, if you are looking for Zhang Jie, don't go, I don't want you to go."

Putting his hand on Song Qinghuan's, Shi Yuhan coaxed her with the softest words: "Good!"

This word is the most tender word in his heart.

"I know you have something to do, but I don't want you to go, but if you have to go, then you go..." It's just that I will constantly doubt you, guess you, and don't believe you in my heart.

Song Qinghuan didn't say the following words, but slowly slid down.

Shi Yuhan kissed her lips again, then turned around and left.

Not wanting to eat breakfast anymore, Song Qinghuan put down her chopsticks and looked up at the bright chandelier on the ceiling. The beautiful light made her trance as if she were in a dream.

Dreams, every moment with Shi Yuhan, is like a dream.

In the same way, another woman felt like Song Qinghuan.

Shi Yuhan suddenly approached herself for a while, and Zhang Jie always felt so, and Song Qinghuan's sudden attitude towards her was a little strange.

He was no longer indifferent to her. Although he was still alienated, he softened when he talked to her and got along with her, and followed her in everything.

Wherever this behavior is placed, it is enough to show that he is interesting to her. He even gave her a house, but he didn't say anything, he was still like a friend.