Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan's lips pressed tightly into a serious line, and after a moment he lifted up slightly, and said with a light smile: "Work, just go to work!"

Song Qinghuan stared at him and rubbed his nose, "Oh, then you can go to work alone. I can stay at home. If you go abroad or something is too far away from poor people like us, it's better to have a baby at home with peace of mind..."

He said, looked down, then picked up his chopsticks, and said: "I'm so hungry, I'm really hungry, now my stomach is tangled in a ball!

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything anymore, just ate silently with her.

"If I said that I wanted to go on a vacation recently, would you like to accompany me?" Shi Yuhan's voice suddenly rang in the quiet space for a long time.

She was slightly shocked, her mind was blank, like a crashed computer.

Lifting her eyes, she looked at Shi Yuhan, who was watching her while eating, smiling, gentle and elegant mixed into a **** expression.

Silence, she didn't understand the mood change pattern of Shi Yuhan.

He often made a one hundred and eighty-degree transformation in the midst of lightning and fire. It was obviously an order, and it turned into a request in a while.

Warming out from the cold when she asked gently made Song Qinghuan's heart soft like water.

At this time, the alarm bell of the villa rang, Shi Yuhan glanced, then got up and opened the door.

The person who came in was holding a box in his hand, wearing leather gloves, wearing a woolen coat, and a black and white plaid scarf around his neck loosely.

He walked in generously, then smiled gently at Song Qinghuan: "Huanhuan."

"Brother." Song Qinghuan stood up happily and immediately greeted him: "Why are you here?"

You are still pulling your luggage. Isn't it true that in the future, you will no longer engage in mysterious disappearances?

Yan Ping took off his gloves, spread his arms and hugged Song Qinghuan in his arms: "Yes, I'm back, I won't go anymore."

His eyes were full of pets, and he smiled heartily, Song Qinghuan said with joy: "Ah, really, great, I'm so happy!"

The appearance of the two people is very close to the cold, which makes Shi on the side very uncomfortable, and there is still envy, jealousy and hatred in my heart!

Yan Ping raised his hand and squeezed Song Qinghuan's cheek lightly, then looked at Shi Yuhan with a faint smile, "Ms. Shi, I just came back and couldn't find a house. Can I live here for the time being?"

When the cold is not a smile, he is silent.

Of course not, this is the answer from the bottom of his heart, but he can't refute Song Qinghuan's face, because as soon as his flat voice fell, Song Qinghuan nodded immediately: "Okay, brother, you can live here temporarily."

Furthermore, Song Qinghuan has been in a bad mood since she became pregnant.

Pregnant women are the most fearful of this. Now that she is back flat, it is rare for her to be so happy that it is okay to let him live for a few days.

The words are flat, and they haven't eaten yet.

Shi Yuhan cooked very few dishes at night, and he almost ate it. Song Qinghuan said that he would add vegetables, but Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, and turned to the kitchen.

The shock was so plain that his jaw almost fell off.

When Shi Yuhan cooks himself, this is even more convincing than when the sun came out from the west.

He half leaned on the chair, looking at Song Qinghuan who was serving him food, his eyes were very strange.

Song Qinghuan raised his eyes, met his gaze, and smiled slightly: "Brother, why are you looking at me like this? Is there anything on my face?"

Yan Ping shook his head calmly: "You and Shi Yuhan..."

Song Qinghuan bit her lip: "What happened to us?"