Dear Mr. Shi

Seeing Song Qinghuan coming in, Shi Yuhan moved slightly to face her.

The delicate facial features and the beautiful face made Song Qinghuan's sight a little pale, but his face had returned to its original indifference.

"Are you awake?" He got up and walked towards Song Qinghuan.

It seemed that he wanted to take her away, and didn't want Song Qinghuan to see his decadent side.

But Song Qinghuan had already walked to the desk and asked cautiously: "Shi Yuhan, are you in a bad mood?"

Shi Yuhan glanced at the wolf on the desk, and said nothing.

Since he is the woman he loves most, although he maintains the self-esteem of a man, he does not want to show his depression and decadence in front of her.

But they felt that although the two of them were divorced, they were still husband and wife in their hearts.

Husband and wife are in one body. Now that they have seen it and asked about it, they should no longer hide it.

Otherwise, it will only make her more worried.

He answered truthfully: "It's a bit!"

Song Qinghuan asked directly: "Because of Grandpa?"

Seeing Yuhan’s lips sinking down again, Song Qinghuan said softly: “When Han Qianqian came to me, he told me that the person behind the scenes was Father Shi. Aunt Wang was there. She should have told you. After I heard it, she had been in the middle of the night. Suspicious, I just woke up to hear the dialogue between Xia Yang and Yuandong. I know you have found him before, he..."

Shi Yuhan said indifferently: "In the past, there was no evidence. Although there was doubt, but I couldn't believe it, I am convinced at this moment."

His grandfather's own relatives were the people behind the scenes that he had been looking for, Song Qinghuan could imagine the pain in his heart.

She put Shi Yuhan in the red wine glass on the table, and tilted it towards Shi Yuhan in her hand, "To you, Mr. Shi Yuhan, I will share with you your unhappiness."

Then, she put it in her mouth and prepared to take a sip.

But just as his lips touched the red wine, he was snatched by Shi Yuhan.

"Don't know you are pregnant? Still drinking!" Shi Yu Lengren said.

He had a cold face, spoke, and drank the wine in his glass.

Song Qinghuan sat down on the chair in front of the desk, licked the tip of his tongue on his lips, and frowned, so sour and bitter!

It's terrible!

Why are there so many people who like to drink such a horrible thing?

She put her elbows on the table, her palms propped her chin, watched as she drank from the cold, and joked: "You drink slowly, I won't grab it with you."

Hearing this, Shi Yuhan was a little dumbfounded. He put down the wine glass, sat down in the chair again, and waved to Song Qinghuan: "Come here!"

Song Qinghuan blinked, then got up and walked to him.

Shi Yuhan immediately pulled her to sit on her lap, touching her face with fingers unconsciously, and seeing the warm smile on her face, Shi Yuhan's handsome face covered in ice slowly melted.

Her hands were tightly held by her, her warm skin was as soft as remembered under her fingers, Shi Yuhan thought of the recent events, her thin lips opened, and she gently called her name: "Song Qinghuan."

Song Qinghuan's brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a kind of extremely unstable emotion that filled the bottom of her heart.

Although he didn't say anything yet, he vaguely knew what he wanted to say.

"You have something to say to me?" Song Qinghuan asked with a smile, then spoke without waiting for Shi Yuhan, and said: "I know what you are going to say, Shi Yuhan, I decided not to go back."