Dear Mr. Shi

The passion was overwhelming at night, and it was cold for a while and hot for a while, so that Song Qinghuan just had a cold, and coughed a little when she got up in the morning.

It happened that Aunt He had something to do today, so she asked for a leave and rest.

Song Qinghuan didn't want to take medicine, so she went to the kitchen and boiled some brown sugar **** water, and of course prepared breakfast.

Turning around, she saw Shi Yuhan wearing a loose nightgown, leaning leaning against the kitchen door frame, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, giving people a casual and lazy taste.

"Why drink coffee early in the morning? I prepared breakfast." She walked up to Shi Yuhan and stretched out her hand: "Don't drink coffee in the morning. It's not good for your health."

Her eyes were a little nervous and worried, and Shi Yuhan curled her lips gracefully, and then put the coffee in her hand into Song Qinghuan's hand.

Song Qing laughed happily, she said it instinctively, but immediately worried about Shi Yuhan, and would accuse her of nosy. Now it seems that Shi Yuhan is willing to be taken care of by her.

A man is willing to let a woman control, in addition to the wife that this woman is, but also because he likes this woman.

The Chinese breakfast has a sweet taste, because the person who prepares the breakfast feels like honey.

After breakfast, Song Qinghuan packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen. Shi Yuhan also carried two plates and helped her put things into the kitchen together.

When Song Qinghuan was about to wash the dishes, when he saw Shi Yuhan leaning on the side and watching, he stopped his movements and turned to look at him: "Shi Yuhan, don't you need to go to work?"

Shi Yuhan glanced at it faintly: "What?"

"..." Song Qinghuan was speechless, and smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, I just think you shouldn't be so idle."

She remembered that when she first went to work at Times Group, everyone said that the president was very busy and generally had very little time in China.

But after she met Shi Yuhan, she found that he didn't go abroad much at all. Too many foreign meetings were videos, and he was often lazy not to go to the company. When he was with his son at home, of course he still has her.

Shi Yuhan raised his hand, wrapped her in his arms, and stuck it to his chest: "I'll be with you at home, okay?"

Song Qinghuan's long eyelashes hung down and her breathing was unstable: "Are you with me?"

Although she admitted that she knew Shi Yuhan was with her, but when he heard it out, she still felt very warm and warm.

Shi Yu asked coldly, "Could it be that I caught a cold. You accompany me? With such a weak body, I will get up an hour earlier every morning and run in the morning to exercise."

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in horror: "No!"

Why does she have a feeling of falling from heaven to **** in an instant? It's not right. It seems that she has been in these two places since she knew Shi to protect her from the cold, and she didn't go back and forth in circles.

Shi Yuhan's eyes sank: "What's wrong?"

Song Qinghuan curled his lips and explained weakly: "I generally don't catch a cold. My body has always been excellent. This time it was just an accident."

When she said this, her mind turned quickly, and she thought of a trick to change the subject: "Well, there are no vegetables in the refrigerator. I will go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables. Do you want to come together?"

Shi Yuhan stared at her deeply, raised his hand to caress her face, and said slowly and solemnly: "Don't even think about turning aside the topic, starting tomorrow, get up an hour in advance to exercise."

"Ah!" Song Qinghuan screamed, with a coquettish tone, relying on his willfulness: "I don't want it!"