Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan heard it, the whole one was suspended, and subconsciously answered, "That baby, it's me, right?"

Lu Meiyan nodded: "Yes, that baby is you. I found you alone on the rooftop. A thought flashed through my mind at the time. If you were my daughter, if my daughter was not dead, then your father would not. Leaving me, so I gave up the idea of ​​death. I hugged you and left the hospital and went to a small clinic. I bought the doctor and nurse with money, and then called your dad to say that I had a baby."

Hearing this, Song Qinghuan sighed extremely long and quietly, somewhat relieved, somewhat self-deprecating, and somewhat sad: "So, I was abandoned on the rooftop by my parents, right?"

Lu Meiyan pursed her lips, her face pale.

Song Qinghuan suppressed all kinds of sour emotions in his heart, and said softly: "Mom, thank you for adopting me at that time. No matter what you did wrong, I won't blame you again. But today, I hope you say everything It's true, otherwise I will never forgive you!"

"I swear by Xiaotao, there is absolutely no lie that I told you today."

Lu Meiyan suddenly wanted to hug her, but Song Qing turned around with a smile, leaving her with a slender figure that was a little sad.

"Huanhuan!" Lu Meiyan called her subconsciously, "Maybe it wasn't discarding, maybe you were just put there temporarily, and they will take you away later."

Song Qinghuan sneered: "You don't believe this. For a baby who has just been born a few days ago, the parents will temporarily put her on the rooftop."

Lu Meiyan said, "Q City Hospital, maybe you can check it out."

check! Is it so necessary?

If the investigation comes out, I am really discarded. Knowing what I really want will not only add to the grief.

But what if it is not? Song Qinghuan didn't know, she thought it might be very small.

There were unnamed emotions in his heart that were upsetting, frustrated, and uncomfortable. After Song Qinghuan returned home, she didn't even want to eat, so she said she wanted to rest.

Shi Yuhan clearly noticed her abnormality, but refused to let her go upstairs, pulling her to eat dinner before allowing her to go to sleep.

"I don't want to eat it!" Song Qinghuan frowned, sat at the dining table, but didn't want to take chopsticks.

Shi Yuhan pinched her small face: "Hurry up and eat, eat and then sleep, or you know."

The tone is all indulgent, and the last sentence is a sweet threat, extremely ambiguous.

Song Qinghuan blushed, pinched his hand along the way, and snorted: "Domineering."

When he was cold, but he didn't laugh, he admitted this fact very frankly. He was indeed domineering, especially towards her.

He once admitted his love unconsciously, but what is love? In fact, he doesn't know what love is. He only knows that he is very domineering towards her, possessive and controlling, hates the way other men look at her, and hates her smiling at other men.

There is no room for a grain of sand in the eyes.

The grace and calmness of the usual days seemed to disappear in her affairs.

After dinner, Shi Yuhan pushed a delicately wrapped brocade box in front of Song Qinghuan and asked her to open it.

Song Qinghuan didn't open it immediately, but frowned and looked at him: "You have been giving me gifts recently, and men have always been giving gifts to women. Under normal circumstances, you have done wrong things. Did you say that you are doing something sorry for me. "