Dear Mr. Shi

Although Song Qinghuan felt very speechless and was watching like a mistress, his face was still very calm.

She smiled and spoke slowly: "Miss Han, I think there is one thing that you haven't figured out all these years. Everything you have done over the years is all your wishful thinking. You have never considered his willingness to accept. , Or whether you love you or not, or you have always known that he does not love you, you only know that he will not marry you, but you have been deceiving yourself and others and are not willing to admit it."

Han Qianqian immediately retorted: "Who said that, he likes me! He likes me, it's all because of your kick in."

Song Qinghuan was messed up in the wind: "I don't think I can tell you. I really don't want to talk to you again. Why don't you understand? A man's heart cannot be earned by dealing with a woman. If you want a man, you should attack a man. It's no use, he doesn't like you or loves you, or doesn't like you or loves you."

As soon as Song Qinghuan's words fell, her face flushed with anger, Han Qianqian picked up the coffee cup in front of her and splashed it over.

"Ah!" The people next to him looked, and everyone couldn't help but screamed.

Just when they thought Song Qinghuan was going to take a coffee bath, she quickly avoided.

Song Qinghuan is not a vegetarian, so how could she bear her scolding for nothing.

She also knew that saying this would make Han Qianqian even more angry, so she kept paying attention to Han Qianqian, and when she picked up the cup of coffee, she immediately dodged aside.

She wouldn't let herself foolishly let her go, indicating that she was an innocent person implicated.

Seeing that she hadn't splashed Song Qinghuan, Han Qianqian picked up the cup and smashed it. But as soon as she raised her hand, she was severely grasped by a large hand that stretched out next to her.

"Who?! Give it to me..." She turned her head abruptly, but when she saw the person coming, her face became completely pale: "Emperor..."

When the time came to protect him from the cold, standing by the table, a dangerous breath exuded all over his body.

Han Qianqian retreated instinctively, trying to hide in the corner.

"Who gave you the right to do this?" Shi Yuhan snatched Han Qianqian's coffee cup, and while placing it on the table, he turned and sat down beside Song Qinghuan.

His eyes were frosty, staring at Han Qianqian without a trace of temperature and said, "Let's talk, what do you want to do?"

"I... what I don't want to do? I just want to be with you," Han Qianqian felt that she had done something wrong, and she was particularly afraid of the cold at the moment.

At this moment, when I saw it, I lost my momentum, my shoulders were hanging down, and I didn't dare to look directly into my eyes.

The corners of Shi Yuhan's mouth raised slightly, and his voice was low and cold: "You are the one who said the duel. You said that you will no longer be entangled if you lose."