Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was shocked, dumbfounded, "You are talking nonsense!"

Immediately, she looked at him with trepidation. She was one foot away from the cold, and shook her head: "It's not like that. She's talking nonsense, obviously she's talking about your father..."

Shi Yuhan's posture is tall and straight, watching her look gloomy, and her aura is strong and cold: "Shut up!"

His cold eyes were also stained with scarlet red at this moment, but his voice was still mellow and steady. He interrupted Song Qinghuan's words, turned and left.

Song Qinghuan's clear face was instantly pale and bloodless, and his slightly opened eyes were dumbfounded, very apathetic.

She looked at Yuhan's back, thinking that he would believe Jin Lin's words? !

No, it was obviously not the case, she hurried to catch up with Shi Yuhan's back, and followed Shi Yuhan's back.

Jin Lin looked at the two of them, curled her lips coldly, and smiled triumphantly.

Song Qinghuan didn't care about Jin Lin so much at this moment. She was thinking desperately, how to explain to the time Yuhan, it was Jin Lin who said these things clearly?

"Your parents..."

Those three words had just been uttered, and suddenly, Shi Yuhan looked back.

Song Qinghuan will always remember that Shi Yuhan looked back at this moment with a cold look in his eyes.

At that moment, what he saw in his eyes was definitely not a woman who slept with him, but an enemy with blood and deep hatred.

It seemed that as long as she dared to say one more word, he would put her to death without hesitation.

Song Qinghuan froze, and all the languages ​​began to fail.

It wasn't until Shi Yuhan's figure disappeared from the bottom of her eyes that she stepped to the bedroom upstairs.

At the top of the stairs, she saw Jin Lin, raising her eyebrows with a happy expression on her face.

When Song Qinghuan passed her by, she sarcastically said: "I thought you were different. It turned out to be nothing more than that."

"..." Song Qinghuan ignored her and continued to move forward.

Jin Lin's voice sounded again: "He didn't care, don't waste your feelings on him."

When these words were spoken, Jin Lin's tone completely changed, without any sarcasm and gloating, she seemed to have only a hint of helplessness.

Song Qinghuan still didn't say anything, and he paused before taking another step.

Back in the bedroom, she lay on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling blankly, a pair of water eyes with a faint pain, thinking about the scene just now, she felt more and more painful like a burning heart.

Why didn't you listen to the explanation? Is it really like Jin Lin said, he has no heart and doesn't like anyone at all, so he is unwilling to believe her?

While he was thinking, the phone ringing suddenly rang, which shocked Song Qinghuan.

She picked it up and looked at it, and it was Shi Yuhan who came over. Her gloomy mood disappeared instantly, and she quickly slid the answer button.

"Come here!" The warm voice on the phone was still indifferent, but very penetrating.

"Oh!" When Song Qinghuan responded, she got out of bed and ran over.

The door of the villa behind was not locked, so Song Qinghuan pushed the door directly in.

Shi Yuhan was sitting on the sofa with a document in his hand. After Song Qinghuan put on his slippers, she sat down beside him, and his bright eyes were full of caution, and he let out a weak cry: "Shi Yuhan."

The soft voice made Shi Yuhan slowly raise his eyes and meet her pitiful eyes, like an abandoned animal.

He put down the papers in his hand and stretched his arms to embrace her shoulders.