Dear Mr. Shi

"You are really together, is he sincere to you?" When Yan Ping asked plainly, he determined the answer by himself.

If a man like Shi Yuhan didn't treat Qing Huan sincerely, how could he let Qing Huan give birth to his child and even cook and prepare meals by himself.

Song Qinghuan shrank his head, and shrugged his shoulders: "I was already together. Who knows if I'm not sincere. Anyway, it's entangled, it's inseparable temporarily."

As for the future, who knows? !

He didn't say anything, but he rubbed Song Qinghuan's head a little helplessly: "What is good about him, cold, my brother hopes you will marry a man who can give you warmth."

Shi Yuhan just looked from the direction of the kitchen to the dining room.

As far as the distance from the kitchen to the dining room is concerned, Shi Yuhan absolutely cannot hear what Shi Yuhan and Song Qinghuan said in a low voice.

But he can lip-talk, so he can naturally see what he said plainly.

The arc of his mouth suddenly became cold.

If the words are flat and then intervene, the affairs between him and Song Qinghuan, let alone Song Qinghuan's brother, even if he is Song Qinghuan's brother, will not let him see Song Qinghuan again.

Fortunately, Song Qinghuan said: "No matter how warm it is, it is no use not to like it, brother, I like him."

Seeing Song Qinghuan said this sentence, Shi Yuhan returned to his original expression and continued the movements on his hands.

Yan said flatly and snorted, some hate that iron is not steel: "I like it. There are more people a person likes."

Song Qinghuan looked at him and pulled her lips: "Brother, do you mean you have someone you like? And there are many more?"

The words were flat and flat, and he closed his mouth and didn't speak any more.

After a while, seeing Song Qinghuan snickering, he said coldly: "There are more people who like me than I like. Feelings are boring, and it's nice to be alone."

Song Qinghuan raised his hand and touched her hair bun, and said softly: "Brother, you are not too young, you are getting married, and my dad definitely hopes that you get married soon."

"If you want to drive me away, just say it," Yan Ping took a water glass in his hand and took a sip along the water glass with his lips.

Song Qinghuan was ashamed: "Puff, how could I drive you away, I just hope you can find someone to get married, Li Wei, someone else, I think it's pretty good, you guys..."

Yan calmly interrupted her: "Li Wei, she and I are going to break up a long time ago, and how do you know that she is good? You can't just look at the surface, understand?"

After a pause, he said again: "Huanhuan, I have a hunch, you and Shi Yuhan, you will end up like a princess in a fairy tale. Losing your own rose garden."

Song Qinghuan looked at him and smiled: "Brother, I have never owned a rose garden. I'm not afraid of rwfcu, and my brother, I don't like roses at all."

Yan Ping glanced at her calmly and was silent.

Song Qinghuan laughed again: "Brother, your effort to change the subject is so great, you almost follow your way, so you can easily turn away from the topic of your family. Alas, forget it, if you don't want to say it, then count it. Yes, I just think you are almost 30, you are about to start a family."

With a flat piece of meat, he blocked Song Qinghuan's mouth fiercely: "I have eaten, big belly, so many words."

Song Qinghuan was embarrassed and spit out the meat: "If you don't eat meat, you spit it out. I'll eat vegetables, and you can eat it too."