Dear Mr. Shi

The atmosphere in the room was very dull, the air seemed to be stagnant, and everything in the world was still.

When you stay away from the cold, you can sit back and relax on the sofa and sleep with your eyes closed.

Song Qinghuan was lying on the sofa with her head resting on her thigh against the cold, looking at the unopened document in the middle.

Inside, she and Yan Ping's paternity test.

"Shi Yuhan," after a long time, Song Qinghuan said softly, watching Shi Yuhan, with deep doubts in his eyes, and gently said: "Why do you want to identify the blood relatives of my brother and I, you suspect that my brother and I are not biological Brothers and sisters?"

Shi Yuhan slowly opened his eyes. It was no longer the cold and violent slaying of the cold. At this moment, he returned to his indifferent self-sustainability and unpredictable.

How should he explain to her that the reason for the blood test is because he suspects Li Wei.

But the problem is that Li Wei hasn't told her about his death.

Song Qinghuan opened her lips again and said softly: "Did you treat my brother as a bad person? My brother is not a bad person. He is very kind to me. He is very kind in heart. In fact, we are not brothers and sisters of the same mother and father."

Shi Yuhanqi was silent all the time, and the air seemed to be suddenly covered with a thin layer of ice because of the silence.

Song Qinghuan didn't think there was anything about Shi Yuhan's silence, she thought he was still upset about the four fingers.

It was cold, Song Qinghuan rubbed him against him, and continued: "I didn't know before. I only heard people say later. They said that my brother is not my mother's son. My father and mother had older brothers before they got married. Dad and Mom met on a blind date. One is from a family of scholars and the other is from a noble family. The values ​​of the two are completely different. One is based on principles and the other is money. They shouldn’t be together in the first place, but it seems My dad got drunk once, and then got me with my mom. This is the marriage. I remember that my mom and dad often quarreled when I was young. My dad kept holding my mom, but my mom didn't know how to constrain. Instead, he became more and more extraordinary. I can't stand my mother anymore. I have to divorce my mother when I die, and then leave with my brother. In fact, I really wanted my father to take me away at that time.

Shi Yuhan looked down at him, and finally said aloud, with a quiet voice: "Then, in these years, your mother has treated you like this, haven't you suspected that maybe she is not your biological mother, eh?"

Song Qinghuan "rubbed" and sat up from the sofa: "Why do you think that, Shi Yuhan, do you know something?"

The heart jumped banging, watching Shi's coldness in surprise.

"Look at the appraisal, you won't know," Shi Yuhan glanced at the document and motioned Song Qinghuan to pick it up.

Song Qinghuan's body seemed to have been punctuated by acupuncture points.

She didn't move, but just watched as she kept out the cold: "Um, isn't this the blood test of my brother and me? Well, what does this tell..."

"There are also your mother's." Shi Yuhan's deep eyes carried a mysterious light like cat eyes.

Uh, uh, saliva, I wanted to get it with my hands, but I took it back again.

Her two lotus root arms are like spirit snakes, gently wrapped around Shi Yuhan's neck, whispering: "That is what you want to identify, of course you have to look at it first, so, look, look! "