Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan simply lay down to accompany her to sleep until his phone rang, then gently let go of Song Qinghuan, and walked to the side with the phone to connect.

"How is the investigation?" he asked.

The one on the other end of the phone was Xia Yang. Xia Yang sneered and said, "Boss, as you think, she is really hateful, I'm going! Poor madam."

Shi Yuhan glanced at it, and Song Qinghuan, who was sleeping on the hospital bed, said lightly: "Go and find a child who can act, he looks like about three years old."

Xia Yang was startled: "You? Want a kid who can act?"

"Yeah." Shi Yuhan simply replied, which was another response.

Xia Yang was puzzled, but he didn't ask why, but just nodded: "Okay!"

"Found it, let me know." Shi Yuhan said coldly, and then hung up the phone.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Song Qinghuan affectionately, and gently smoothed her hair with his fingers.

In my heart: Believe me, it will be okay, I promise you.

Han Qianqian is looking for him, calculating him, and looking at Anno's face, he doesn't care about it.

But Han Qianqian can't find her, this is his bottom line.

In addition to the murder of his parents, he needs to be indifferent to her, alienate her to protect her, but other people and things, he absolutely can not allow her to be harmed.

If you dare to provoke her, you have to pay the price.

In the afternoon, Aunt He boiled the soup and sent it to the hospital. Song Qinghuan brought it over and glanced at the ingredients in the soup. They were all supplemented materials.

So tired, she didn't want to drink it.

So, she watched Shi Yuhan, and saw that he had been looking at her with hopeful eyes, she thought for a while and looked down, blowing the heat from the bowl in a small mouth.

Slowly drinking one bite at a time, not as unpleasant as she imagined. In fact, sometimes, what you eat and what you do depends on people and mood.

After drinking the soup, Shi Yuhan sat down on the edge of the bed, and then gently hugged her tightly in his arms: "Sleep, sleep well, I might be busy at night."

Song Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at him: "What are you up to?"

Shi Yuhan just curled his lips with a smile, unpredictable, but said nothing.

In the evening, Tian Yiye he pulled her up, strongly and gently let her change clothes and go out with her.

Sitting in the car, Song Qinghuan looked at Shi Yuhan very puzzled: "Where are you taking me?"

Spring seemed to be almost over, but the sky was still gloomy and cold, but Song Qing was in a happy mood.

"Don't know the cold? I dare to take off the scarf and put it on quickly." Shi Yuhan's eyes fell cold, and he took the scarf that Song Qinghuan had untied, and prepared to put it on for Song Qinghuan.

"Who have you seen wearing such a thick scarf at this time? And it's still in the car. There is heating in the car. I don't want to wear it." Song Qinghuan retorted, taking the scarf and putting it aside.

Shi Yuhan took it again and put it on her neck gently and domineeringly: "You are a pregnant woman. It's not the same. No matter what the season, you have to wear more clothes. You are in the car, but you just got in the car. The heating has not been dissipated, you are like this, what if you catch a cold? Do you know the consequences? People who are pregnant can't take cold medicine...How can a person of that age always look like he didn't grow up?"

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened when Song Qinghuan heard the babbled words.

This kind of windy time keeps away from the cold, it is really polarized with the recognition of the time.