Dear Mr. Shi

"Why can't you talk about him, what's wrong with him?" Song Qinghuan became anxious, her eyes a little hot and humid.

Thinking of him being stabbed by that man with a dagger in order to save himself, God, it wouldn't have happened.

Si Xiangbei, why are you so stupid? Why do you always treat her so well? You know that you are good to her, and you can't get any response to her efforts. Why are you so persistent, even at the cost of your own life to protect her? ?

To be honest, Song Qinghuan didn't want Si Jianan to be too kind to herself, as this would make her feel owed.

"You want to go there, he's not dead," Jin Lin gave her a blank look. "Si Jianan's injury is not serious. He was trained in Q City. It is estimated that he is almost healed by now."

Song Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Scare me, I thought what was wrong? Since it's okay, why are you saying you can't mention him."

Jin Lin sneered: "I said I can't mention his willingness, of course, because of the cold weather. That man would like his wife to have such a close male friend."

Song Qinghuan solemnly said: "Si Jianan and I are innocent and ruthless, don't talk nonsense."

Jin Lin flattened her mouth: "It doesn't matter if I don't talk nonsense, your husband's thoughts are the most important."

"Shi Yuhan will believe me," Song Qinghuan said very positively.

Jin Lin laughed loudly: "I believe it doesn't mean that he doesn't mind, you know, stupid woman."

"I won't tell you, how about Shi Yuhan? Where is he now?" Song Qinghuan asked.

Jin Lin pointed to the next door: "Study!"

Song Qinghuan smiled, hugged her daughter to Jin Lin, and walked towards the next door.

Knocked on the door, after receiving a response, she smiled and pushed open the door, and then laughed: "surprise!"

Song Qinghuan imagined that when Shi Yuhan saw her, he would definitely rush forward happily, then embrace her warmly, and gently said, "Huan'er, you are awake!"

But the fact is quite the opposite.

When Shi Yuhan heard her voice, a light of joy glided under his eyes and suddenly raised his head.

But when he met her gaze, his gaze hid all the emotions, so calm, so calm that Song Qinghuan felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong.

She met those cold black eyes, without any expression in them, neither surprised nor surprised, as if he was just a wisp of invisible and intangible air.

In such a quiet time to keep out the cold, Song Qinghuan felt a little uneasy.

"Shi Yuhan, can't you express a little bit of joy? I awoke after I slept for seven days. I ran away. My daughter and I almost couldn't come back to see you. How did I see that I woke up? There is no expression," Song Qinghuan said dissatisfied, and then came to the other side of him.

She was lying on the desk and pouting her mouth when Yuhan said, "It stands to reason that you shouldn't be anxious. Come and ask your brave wife, is there any discomfort?"

Shi Yuhan just looked at her quietly, but didn't say anything.

Song Qinghuan raised his hand and stunned in front of him: "Hello? Did you hear that? I said I'm awake, you should be concerned about whether I feel uncomfortable there."

"I'm not a doctor." Shi Yuhan finally uttered a voice, and said lightly.

Song Qinghuan was stunned, a little unbelievable that when watching the cold, he was so shocked that it was such a reaction.

"Are you Shi Yuhan?" Song Qinghuan was confused.