Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan watched this scene intently, with complex and changeable thoughts, and kept guessing that Shi Yuhan had something to do with this woman.

The more I listened, the more I was in the mist, I couldn't figure out the situation.

Song Qinghuan's tight heartstrings suddenly relaxed when he heard the words Yuhan "Auntie".

At the same time, he was deeply shocked.

The woman in front of her seemed to be younger than Shi Yuhan. She never thought that she would be Shi Yuhan's aunt.

This is simply unbelievable.

"Auntie, she is your auntie!" Song Qinghuan just muttered in her heart, not wanting to murmur.

Shi Yu gave her a cold glance, "Otherwise? What do you think it is?"

"I didn't think it was anything!" Song Qinghuan walked to Shi Yuhan's side, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and she bit her blushing lips slightly.

She seemed a little nervous and a little guilty. Who made her think that this woman was Shi Yuhan's ex-girlfriend, or a confidant-like creature.

"You treat me as you!" Shi Yuhan's low and sharp voice pressed Shen Shen towards her.

Looking at his cold handsome face and meeting his meaningful gaze, Song Qinghuan swallowed hard, "What are you, I'm innocent and ruthless... I gave it to you who brought me the first time."

After arriving, the voice became smaller and smaller, frightening someone's majesty, she said these words to herself at all.

Shi Yuhan's face was as firm as a knife, exuding a completely cold king aura, with a gentleness that did not match his temperament, quietly looking at Song Qinghuan, and Song Qinghuan biting her lip shyly, raising her eyes. Look at him with arrogance!

The warm and affectionate scene is beautiful like a mural.

Shi Yuhan's aunt watched this scene in astonishment, narrowed her eyes slightly, severe and indifferent.

She yelled displeasedly: "Enough! I didn't come to see you flirt."

Song Qinghuan's face flushed red: "Who flirted with him? We were obviously quarreling, that little..."

She seemed to know that Song Qinghuan wanted to call her aunt, the woman sneered and interrupted Song Qinghuan's words: "My name is Jin Lin!"

Song Qinghuan politely returned her name: "My name is Song Qinghuan."

Jin Lin sneered, her calm and watery eyes appeared, with a stern look of contempt.

She looked at Song Qinghuan and said with a forceful aura: "I am not interested in knowing your name, nor do I want to know how you are with Shi Yuhan, but if you really love him, then leave him now, for his good. Of course it is for your own good."

"You can get out now!" Shi Yuhan looked at him coldly, his aura dispersed, not angering himself.

"Shi Yuhan!" Jin Lin shouted with an iron face.

Shi Yu's cold, knife-like thin lips faintly pursed, and after a long while he slowly said, "Go back to your Courbois, or I will let you go back to Lille."

Courbevois is one of the ten most prosperous and wealthy cities in France, while Lille is one of the ten poorest cities in France.

The light in Jin Lin's eyes trembled suddenly and violently, panicking: "I am your aunt."

"If you weren't my aunt, I wouldn't let you move from Lille to Courbois. That child needs the best doctor and a lot of medical expenses. Unless you want him to die, you will be fine. Courbois stayed." He said indifferently, his coldness was already in his bones.