Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan pretended to be sad and looked at Song Qinghuan's grievances and said: "Huan'er, are you trying to murder your husband?"

Song Qinghuan's expression of indignation, without the slightest pity, because she knew that she punched lightly and hard.

She smiled and said: "If you kill it if you don't waste it, you will already be very good to you!"

As she said, she lifted her foot and kicked her lower body against the cold.

Shi Yuhan quickly avoided: "Are you really willing?"

Fearing that she would not be able to kick herself, but instead fell to herself, he clasped her shoulders.

Song Qinghuan slapped him on the shoulder: "If you want to give it a try, I'm not willing."

Shi Yuhan squinted his eyes and smiled extremely innocently: "If you really want to be willing to have **** for the rest of your life, what else can I say."

Song Qing gritted his teeth bitterly: "You're less stinky."

Shi Yuhan curled up his mouth and stole a fragrance on her face: "I know you are reluctant."

Song Qinghuan was courageous by the time when he was protected from the cold, and he dared to say anything: "Who said, there are so many men in the world, if you fail, I won't divorce you and find someone else!"

Dangerously narrowed his eyes, Shi Yuhan arrogantly hugged her, and said coldly, his voice with majesty and warning: "You dare to say anything, you can tell me again."

She was so courageous at first, but occasionally arrogance is completely magnificent.

At this moment, he was clearly aware of the danger from Shi Yuhan, how dare Song Qinghuan say another word.

"..." She didn't say a word, just took off her hand against the cold, turned around and went to the bedroom to take a nap.

At this time, Yuhan didn't stop her or follow her.

Song Qinghuan didn't wake up until dinner, and when he went downstairs to the living room, Shi Yuhan was carrying food from the kitchen to the living room.

Seeing her coming downstairs, he gently curled his lips: "I'm up, just ready to eat, come on."

Song Qinghuan rubbed his eyes. There was basically no expression on his face. He woke up from hunger, and naturally went downstairs to eat.

He didn't speak either, just sat down opposite Shi Yuhan.

Shi Yuhan was dressed in casual clothes at home, with his sleeves high, showing his strong arms, and served Song Qinghuan with soup and rice.

In short, during the entire dinner, Shi Yuhan gave Song Qinghuan a very hospitable feeling.

She put the chopsticks to her lips, looking down at the food that was caught in her bowl while keeping her eyes cold, as if she was thinking.

After a long while, she looked at Shi Yuhan, her eyes unblinking: "Do you have something to tell me?"

Upon seeing this, Shi Yuhan picked up another dish and put it in Song Qinghuan's bowl: "I'll talk about it after eating."

Song Qinghuan put down the chopsticks, pushed the bowl and chopsticks out a distance, and said with a blank expression: "I'll talk about it."

Shi Yuhan also put down his chopsticks and leaned back in the chair to watch Song Qinghuan for a while.

He curled his lips and smiled: "I have people book a ticket, and we will go to Europe the day after tomorrow."

Hearing that, Song Qinghuan's thoughts at the time were: Look, you know it!

This overbearing man had already thought about everything. If she asked her if she wanted to go abroad to play, it was not a question at all, but a notice, but forcing her to go abroad. He would do it regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

Domineering, self-respectful, always like this.

Song Qinghuan felt that his calm mood seemed to burst again these days.

A little uneasy in the vagueness, she exhaled and asked: "When you stay out of the cold, don't you need to work?"