Dear Mr. Shi

At the gate, Shi Yuhan suddenly stopped and stretched out his arm, "Let's go, and see my grandpa."

Song Qinghuan blinked in astonishment, then didn't say much, and raised his hand to take his arm.

Oh my god, this is the rhythm of seeing the parents, which is false in theory, but why is she so nervous, she can't say a word of nervousness.

The door was opened by the servant, and as soon as Yuhan walked in with Song Qinghuan in his arms, the housekeeper smiled and greeted him, "Master Han is back!"

Immediately, he shifted his gaze to Song Qinghuan: "This is the young lady, please!"

After that, a big Ju Gong, Song Qinghuan is really not used to it, smiling a little silly.

The other party was an old man, and she was politely preparing to bend down, but when she kept out the cold, she held her back.

He glanced upstairs, then asked the butler: "Is Grandpa in the study?"

The steward replied respectfully: "Yes, Master Chen has just arrived for a while, and the master went to the study with him. But he has instructed you to go straight up to him when you come."

Hearing this, Shi Yuhan drooped his eyebrows impenetrably.

He nodded to the housekeeper, and then took Song Qinghuan upstairs.

Song Qinghuan followed him cautiously, looking around subconsciously, this was almost the same place as the palace.

All furniture, including this staircase handrail, is carved from Hainan Huanghuali, which is extremely delicate.

Any piece of decoration, whether it is porcelain or jade, or calligraphy and painting, is also a craftsmanship.

In short, as far as the eye can see, everything seems to be a priceless treasure.

Suddenly, Shi Yuhan's voice rang in her ears: "Tell you in advance, my grandpa is not a good talker,"

"Ah?!" Song Qinghuan returned to his senses in astonishment, looking at him subconsciously and asked: "Are you more difficult to speak than you?"

Shi Yuhan didn't return to her, but just hooked it unpredictably, making Song Qinghuan confused.

When they finished climbing the stairs and just stood at the entrance of the passage, the door of the study in this building opened, and a young man Shi Shiran walked out of it.

When he closed the door and turned around, he raised his eyes and saw Shi Yuhan, his face that seemed to be smiling suddenly stiffened, and his steps stopped.

What a seductive man, this was Song Qinghuan's first thought when he saw him.

This man is very beautiful, and has a pair of charming peach eyes, a high nose, red lips and white teeth, and the lines of the face are really perfect and moving. He is even more beautiful than a girl. The most important thing is that His temperament is also the same as that of a girl.

If it weren't for the Adam's apple in his throat, Song Qinghuan might really think he was a woman.

After the man stopped for a while, he walked towards them with grace.

Yuhan had always ignored him indifferently, as if treating him like air, holding Song Qinghuan straight past him.

"Shi Yuhan, are you finally turning on meat?" Suddenly, the man's silky and highly textured voice sounded behind them like the song of a sea monster.

Shi Yuhan ignored him, but held Song Qinghuan to move on.

But Song Qinghuan couldn't help but glanced back curiously.

At this moment, she met the man's eyes.

At the moment of staring at each other, Song Qinghuan had an unusual illusion, that is, this seductive man's eyes were quite playful, and a rather icy smile appeared on his mouth.

The smile was very beautiful, but in Song Qinghuan's eyes, it seemed inexplicably like a broken poisonous poppy.

Can kill people!