Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan said indifferently, "I can solve everything, and I don't need your help, Song Qinghuan."

Silently not speaking, Song Qinghuan's lips were clearly pursed.

After a while, she said softly: "I just hope the matter can be resolved, don't you think that the days when the father is missing are like walking on the tip of a knife?"

Shi Yuhan looked at her deeply: "If I say, even if the old man’s problem is solved, or the old man’s problem is solved, it will not change the days of walking on the tip of the knife, because my life is like this, I will live forever. On the tip of the knife, if this is the case, will you still be with me?"

Song Qinghuan frowned and looked at him: "Shi Yuhan, why do you say things like this? I never felt that living with you was a life on the tip of a knife..."

Shi Yuhan's expression didn't change from beginning to end, and people couldn't notice any strangeness, but the breath on his body was obviously cold.

The air was suddenly full of cold and cold air, and people trembled with the cold.

He suddenly interrupted Song Qinghuan's words: "Well, it's getting late, you rest early, and I have to go to the study to deal with something."

The air instantly solidified, and Song Qinghuan's eyes trembled and stared at Shi Yuhan, watching him get up, and then walked out of the bedroom without looking at her again.

Song Qinghuan's eyes were full of shock and inconceivability, and he told him to ignore it, so he closed the door and walked out.

"What's wrong with this person? I just talked casually. Maybe I can help him. Why did he make such a big fire? Don't hesitate if he doesn't want to. Did I say that wrong?" Song Qinghuan felt tight in his chest. Yes, it is particularly uncomfortable.

I thought Shi’s protection against the cold had changed because of her, but it’s actually the same as before. No matter what happens, I don’t want to talk to her. Everything is suffocated in my heart. She is not the roundworm in his stomach, so nothing can be done. Guessed it.

She stared at the ceiling blankly for a while, then closed her eyes wearily.

After all, it is not too much love, anyway, less than she loves, otherwise he would not treat her like this, Song Qinghuan pulled the quilt and hid himself in it, so sad that he wanted to cry.

The next day the weather was particularly bad, and the large clouds of clouds were suppressed, and Song Qinghuan's heart was depressed by the occasion, and a little sadness appeared in the coolness.

Yuhan didn't go back to the room last night, and he went out again when she got up this morning, so the annoyance he left for her became more intense, and it lingered on her chest and couldn't get away.

Finally, even with breathing, it seems to become difficult.

Si Chen and Jin Lin seemed to be in a bad mood like her. They sat in rows on the sofa in the living room, all of them resting their chins in their hands, watching the raindrops outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, hitting the glass. There was a crackling sound, and then it fell to the ground, splashing countless water splashes.

The line in Si Chen's heart was: "That's when he died, the mother is a scumbag, and it is correct to dump him."

Since it is correct, why can't you be happy?

Jin Lin's heart line was: "Hua Miaomiao why come to City A again, should I look for him?"

I wanted to find it, but I was afraid that if I was too active, it would lead to the same counter-effects and entanglements as last time!

Song Qinghuan's heart line said: "What is Shi Yuhan angry with? Don't help if you don't want to help, don't rely on Bai Rubing, don't you ignore him?"