Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan smiled softly when she heard the words, and left the cinema holding Shi Yuhan's arm, but only she knew that she was crying like a girl.

It's just that she was in tears.

The second place Song Qinghuan is going to is an amusement park.

She stood under the Ferris wheel, pointing at the Ferris wheel dancingly, and finally leaned into her arms with a face of doting over the cold, expressing that she would do this.

Shi Yuhan refused: "You are pregnant, you can't do this."

Song Qinghuan looked at him pitifully, clasping her hands together: "Please, please, just once."

Shi Yuhan shook his head, but refused: "..."

Song Qinghuan looked at him brightly: "With you here, I'm fine, because I believe in you and will definitely protect me."

Shi Yuhan looked at her calmly, her eyes deep.

After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded, and then led Song Qinghuan to make a Ferris wheel.

When the Ferris wheel slowly rose to the highest point, Song Qinghuan held Shi Yuhan's fingers, intersected with her, and then pressed to kiss Shi Yuhan's lips gently.

It was a very gentle kiss, and it took it back with just one tap.

But Song Qinghuan smiled contentedly, and smiled at Shi Yuhan: "When I was in school, I heard someone say that if the Ferris wheel rose to the highest point and kissed, the two could still be together in the next life."

The jet-black eyes looked at her deeply, and Shi Yuhan's eyes gradually became complicated.

The two looked at each other, he was still indifferent, but Song Qinghuan's eyes became more and more red, and finally he started sobbing softly.

A trace of scarlet ran across Shi Yuhan's eyes, and his voice trembled: "You know, where I am going to take you tomorrow."

Song Qinghuan didn't answer him, just smiled faintly again, but it was more ugly than crying.

The shock and excitement in her heart reached the extreme, she still smiled, and asked in a dumb voice, "You want to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with me, right?"

Shi Yuhan's voice was hoarse, her heart was suffering, and she gave a faint "um".

Song Qinghuan's slightly pale lips trembled, and said nothing.

But she couldn't pretend to laugh anymore, and a hot tear fell uncontrollably.

Shi Yuhanjun's face turned pale, and his heart was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

When Song Qinghuan was in grief, it was known that while he was sorrowful, he was also heartache for her grief and for her tears.

His thin lips lightly opened and said lightly: "Time will pass soon, maybe one year, maybe half a month, maybe one month, I can..."

"I don't want to..." Song Qinghuan interrupted sending him, then clinging to herself, tremblingly, "I don't want to, I really love you so much. If you divorce me, I will die... If you abandon me, ...I will really die, can you bear it, can you bear it..."

When I felt the heart from the cold, I felt like I was being cut by a knife.

His voice grew duller and duller: "Don't say anything silly, Song Qinghuan is a woman of Shi Yuhan. It is impossible or impossible to be abandoned."

As he said, he buried it in his neck, the corners of his eyes were a little moist: "Shi Yuhan also believes that Song Qinghuan will not leave it alone to find death. What is more important is that Song Qinghuan knows that Shi Yuhan loves Song Qinghuan. If Song Qinghuan is dead, Shi Yuhan will also Can't live, so Song Qinghuan will definitely not want to die."

The cold voice, with bitter helplessness and depression, Song Qinghuan trembling and closed his eyes, hot tears streaming down.

Every word in his words violently touched the weakest part of her heart.