Dear Mr. Shi

The rain in spring is very heavy, soft, very thin, and very cottony. The rain is like ten thousand silver threads floating down from the sky, looking like a beautiful bead curtain from a distance.

In such rainy weather, Song Qinghuan really didn't want to go out.

But today, her brother Li Chengyu went out, and his brother said plainly that a friend came from Kyoto, whose surname is Hua, named Miao Miao, who is a well-known designer.

It doesn't matter if a big man calls such a feminine name, he doesn't matter if he is handsome, but the problem is that he still likes to bend orchid fingers, Song Qinghuan is really drunk.

However, to her surprise, Hua Miaomiao actually knew Jin Lin, and the two seemed to have a grudge when they met.

During lunch, Jin Lin deliberately trimmed the flowers.

She added a lot of salt to Hua Miao Miao Sheng's bowl of soup, and when the strong salt flavour wandered between her lips and teeth, Hua Miao Miao couldn't stand a cold war.

Immediately, he vomited all of them, and then stared at Jin Lin fiercely: "Woman, you are too much!"

Jin Lin made a face at him, and then drank the soup to herself.

Hua Miaomiao stared at her: "Also drink it, and give me another bowl."

Jin Lin snorted coldly: "Which green onion and garlic are you fucking? Why do you tell your sister that I will serve you soup? Dare to let me serve the soup again, and see if I don't poison you! "

Next, Hua Miaomiao scolded Jinlin as a poisonous scorpion woman, a bad woman, and Jinlin scolded Hua Miaomiao as a madman, a sissy, a beast, a beast is not as good as...

Song Qinghuan felt that her mind was about to explode. She wanted a little voice at home to be more popular, but she didn't want to be popular.

She is a pregnant woman and needs to be quiet.

At this moment, Han Qianqian called.

A gust of cold wind hit the face with rain, blowing on the face like a knife cut pain.

Song Qinghuan wore a pink down jacket, a scarf on the round collar, and a pink woolen hat before leaving the house.

Because Han Wen passed away, she wanted Han Qianqian to look for her. She should be looking for her to talk about annoying things. Besides, Hua Miaomiao and Jin Lin are really annoying, and it seems better to go out at the moment to hide.

Arrived at the designated coffee house, opened the door and went in to see Han Qianqian sitting in the leisure deck.

Only a few days away, Han Qianqian has lost much weight because of her father's affairs, and her complexion is probably not very good, so she drew very heavy makeup. After the meticulous makeup, she became more beautiful than ever.

But Song Qinghuan didn't expect that she would smoke, but the way she smoked was lazy and charming.

I have to admit that she has seen a lot of women, and Han Qianqian is pretty.

With the corners of her eyes raised slightly, Han Qianqian squinted at Song Qinghuan who approached her, pinched off her cigarette, and motioned to the other side: "Sit down."

Song Qinghuan sat down opposite her and smiled slightly: "Are you okay?"

Han Qianqian nodded indifferently: "Very good, I can't die!"

Since Han Qianqian had always spoken to her in this way before, Song Qinghuan had nothing wrong with it.

The waiter stepped forward. After Song Qinghuan ordered something, he looked at Han Qianqian again: "What can I do?"

"I heard that you are pregnant!" Han Qianqian lowered her eyes and glanced at her belly.

But across the table, her eyes could only reach the table, she couldn't see Song Qinghuan's belly at all.

Song Qinghuan shrugged and said with a smile: "This is no secret anymore. It seems that everything you need to know is already known."