Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan used his cell phone to call Chen Tian and asked him to order a takeaway. Song Qinghuan's cell phone suddenly rang when he hung up.

He didn't pay attention to his plan, but he just happened to be sitting next to the bedside table, and when he looked down, he could see Song Qinghuan's phone, and the caller displayed on it was "Mom"!

Song Qinghuan's mother? He knew this character.

According to Song Qinghuan's investigation data, she has been living with her mother after her parents divorced.

For a long time, her mother didn't say anything to her, and she didn't say anything badly, but after remarrying and giving birth to a younger brother, she began to no longer care about Song Qinghuan.

After Song Qinghuan was born, Song Qinghuan was brought up almost in a stocking.

The information shows that the Song family has three children. The best thing is that the two younger brothers can’t make it. She is the older sister.

As for my sister, she naturally does all the dirty work at home.

Later, after her brother returned to China and took her away from Song's house, she never went back to Song's house very much, and had almost no contact with that family, so she would go back every New Year's holidays.

How could her mother suddenly call Song Qinghuan?

She went to Song's house yesterday, what happened again?

As he was thinking, Song Qinghuan's phone call suddenly stopped. Shi Yuhan felt that there was really no place to put his thoughts, and wanted to think about what Song Qinghuan had.

Shi Yuhan glanced back at the bathroom door, and just about to stand up, Song Qinghuan's phone rang again.

This time it was not a call, but a message.

He was so messy, he actually looked down again, but he could clearly aim at the message content on the lock screen.

His eyes sank, as sharp as a cold sword, and he reached out and picked up the phone. The icy face stared at the content on the phone screen, becoming darker and darker, and his eyes were deep and deep.

Song Qinghuan was in the bathroom, washing it for a long time.

She thought Shi Yuhan must have left when she came out, but found that he was still in the room.

He stood by the window, looking at the rain curtain outside.

The weather was gloomy, and his cold face was very wicked and charming. His figure stood there like a sculpture. His body was tall and daunting.

Song Qinghuan was wrapped in a white bath towel, and when he came out of the bathroom, he saw this time to protect against the cold.

He also turned around and looked straight at Song Qinghuan.

The two looked at each other, and the dead silence spread in the air, each thinking about their own thoughts, and no one spoke.

Unlike Shi Yuhan's indifference and Jing Leng, Song Qinghuan was still angry, breathing slightly heavy and rapid.

She couldn't let go of what this man did to her.

Suddenly, Shi Yuhan walked towards her and said faintly: "There is takeaway downstairs."

The words told her to go downstairs to eat, Song Qinghuan took a step back subconsciously, thinking of staying away from him, not as she thought, Shi Yuhan did not stay, but just left and passed her by.

When he pulled the door to go out, Song Qinghuan turned around abruptly and called him: "No next time, do this kind of thing in the future, don't come to me."

Shi Yuhan looked back, stared at her red face for a long time, and opened his lips: "No."

Song Qinghuan was shocked, and asked angrily: "Why?"

Shi Yuhan answered naturally: "Because we are married!"