Dear Mr. Shi

But for some reason, he had to lose the days that he could have enjoyed, and then filled himself with guilt and torture. He felt that the whole person could not breathe like suffocation.

Song Qinghuan laughed again: "But you don't have to worry about it now. I am having a good time every day, but I am a little worried about our baby. If the baby is born with me for a period of time, he thinks strangely or is gloomy and depressed. What to do then?"

Shi Yuhan kissed her on the cheek: "Don’t worry, you love your baby so much, he will definitely not, and a loving child must be healthy. If the thinking is really weird, then we will give him the correct guidance until She has a normal thinking. If she is really gloomy and depressed, then we will make him happy and happy, and let him carefree and not understand it can be gloomy and depressed."

Song Qinghuan smiled happily: "Okay!"

Shi Yuhan held Song Qinghuan’s hand and raised it, then put it on his mouth and kissed: "When the child is born, I will make everything come to an end. For more than three months, you must wait for me and wait for me. Pick you up and go home with your children."

Song Qinghuan watched Shi Yuhan, her eyelashes trembling lightly, and then nodded gently.

But it is, so firm.

He will take three months to get things to an end, and when he is firm, Yuhan will pick her up and go home with the baby.

Shi Yuhan gently kissed her lips, his flexible tongue rushed into her tenderness, wandering around, gently brushing every inch of her skin, warm and lingering.

At this moment, Wan Lai is quiet, there is no sound, their voices only have each other, their eyes only have each other, their minds only have each other, and their hearts only have each other...

Song Qinghuan returned to Q City directly from Yuncheng, which happened to be Shi Yuhan's father's birthday.

After Shi Yuhan arrived in City A, he went directly to the cemetery.

There was a bunch of lilies in front of my father's tomb, and the flower branches were not withered, let alone dilapidated. At a glance, it was revealed that they were placed today.

He turned his eyes to look aside, and there was also a bouquet of flowers in front of the adjacent mother's tomb.

No need to guess, Shi Yuhan can know who put this flower.

It was Shi Annuo. He came back from abroad because of his father's birthday, but why didn't he tell?

Putting the flowers in his hands to the tombs of his mother and father, Shi Yuhan bowed and bowed, then said a few words silently in his heart, and then prepared to leave.

Turning around, he saw Shi Xiuren not far away. The butler was standing behind him. Although it didn't rain, the old man held an umbrella for him in one hand and a flower in the other.

Shi Yuhan arrogantly pursed his thin cold lips, looking at him with a pair of indifferent eyes, as if he was guessing the purpose of his coming today.

After all, on his father’s birthday, he wouldn’t be here.

But why does it appear today?

When the old man stepped up to the steps of the tomb, step by step, he came to the front of the tomb, took the flower from the butler's hand, and placed it in front of the tomb.

Shi Yuhan kept looking at the old man. When the old man stood looking at his father's tombstone, he opened his lips and asked, "Why are you killing me?"

The old man smiled at Shi Yuhan, as if facing a wayward child, with a helpless indulgence: "I really dote on you! I kill you? You are not here right now."

Shi Yuhan continued to say indifferently: "I'm talking about that year. I was the one who was going to kill with the four fingers. His gun was pointed at me for the first time. Grandpa, the person you wanted to kill was not my father, but me! "