Dear Mr. Shi

"No." Shi Yuhan's voice suddenly returned to the original coldness.

"Why not? It's not that I went to New York on business. I didn't know the place where I was born. I don't know English and I don't know anyone. What's so good about staying in the hotel every day. I want to go home and I want to go home," Song Qinghuan complained. Protested.

"Yuandong is also in New York, where do you want to go, let Yuandong take you there," Shi Yuhan didn't want her to stay in China.

Now that City A is **** and bloody, as long as she is in him, he will feel uneasy, and will always worry about whether anything will happen to this little thing.

But Song Qinghuan didn't know Shi Yuhan's intentions at all. He only thought that Shi Yuhan didn't like her, and wanted to distract her, because he was afraid that he would noisy him to save Zhang Jie, so he didn't want her to return to China.

She was angry, especially angry: "I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to go back to China, I want to go back to China."

"No." Shi Yuhan refused again fiercely.

Song Qinghuan looked forward with tears in her eyes, as if Shi Yuhan was standing there: "Shi Yuhan, you know that you can hurt people's hearts very much. You left me at the airport for someone else's woman. I didn't blame you. Why don't you allow it? If I return to China, if you hate me so much, then we will get divorced."

"Song Qinghuan," Shi Yuhan yelled at her, seemingly angry.

Across the phone, Song Qinghuan couldn't see his face, only that his tone was suddenly gentle and intimate: "Good, obedient!"

"What if I'm not obedient?" Song Qinghuan's eyes widened and his mouth puffed.

Shi Yuhan was very helpless in his heart, but what he said was very cold: "Whatever you like, you can do whatever you like, and you can do what you want."

After speaking, he hung up the phone with a snap.

Since knowing her, his emotions have been controlled by her from time to time, which caused him a headache.

He knew Song Qinghuan's stubborn temper. If she insisted on coming back, he would force her to come back again.

Liu Yuandong was there, and there was no way to keep her.

On the contrary, when he is angry, she will be a little concerned, maybe she will consider coming back in two or three days. Two or three days is probably enough.

After the phone was hung up, Song Qinghuan's pupils dilated instantly, and she became angry, but she was even more angry, and she was very angry.

She dropped the phone on the bed and started packing up and preparing to return to China.

But as Shi Yuhan guessed, she didn't go back to the country immediately. She walked to the door with the box and stopped again, then sat back on the bed and felt sulking.

The next day, Song Qinghuan went to Times Square and wandered around boringly. At noon, Liu Yuandong took her to Sinnilo Bella Vita Manor for dinner.

She was in a bad mood and had no taste, so she planned to go around in the vineyard, and then she met Li Chengyu and Li Qianze there.

When she saw Li Chengyu, Li Chengyu leaned on the fence of the vineyard and looked at the scenery in the distance, his eyes arrogant and cold.

The wind gently blows his black hair, and under his slightly messy hair is a handsome face, a tall nose, thin cinnabar lips, a **** beauty ditch chin, narrow eyes, and delicate thick eyebrows flying into the beard. ...

The sun shone on his carefully carved face like a knife, like a scented ink painting that pounces on his face.

However, his eyebrows were lightly frowned, as if thinking about something, and there seemed to be some incomprehensible loss.