Dear Mr. Shi

Bi Yuntao looked at Song Qinghuan for a moment, then smiled and replied: "Okay!"

He also stood up and said, "To be honest, I like to eat Hunan food. Your food is not spicy at all. Can I fry some Hunan food?"

"Okay! No problem, but today you tell me all the favors!" Song Qinghuan smiled mischievously.

After the two returned to the dining table, Song Qinghuan asked Aunt He to fry two more dishes, and then drank a little wine together.

Bi Yuntao has a good drinker, but Song Qinghuan is not a good drinker at all.

After a cup, I don’t know if I heard what Bi Yuntao said, and my heart was depressed and uncomfortable, and I actually started to cry.

When Yuhan went downstairs, he happened to see this scene.

"What's the matter? Why are you crying?" Shi Mu asked puzzlingly, and then looked at Bi Yuntao. Bi Yuntao explained with a headache: "She said that she wanted to have a drink, so I'll have a drink with her, who knows..."

Shi Yuhan frowned, and after a cold glance at Bi Yuntao, he lifted Song Qinghuan upstairs.

Song Qinghuan felt uncomfortable after drinking. She leaned against Shi Yuhan's arms and closed her eyes. Shi Yuhan hugged her and lay on the bed. She held Shi Yuhan's clothes tightly, closing her eyes and not letting go.

Shi Yuhan wouldn't think she was asleep. He had seen her drunk and knew that she was drunk and restless.

I just don't know if today's cup made her drunk.

"Song Qinghuan let go!" Shi Yuhan said softly, also with a sense of temptation inside.

According to Song Qinghuan's previous reaction after being drunk, he only acted on the voice, very obedient.

If she was drunk, she would let go when she heard him at that moment, but if she didn't let go, it means she was not drunk.

Shi Yuhan frowned slightly, just about to ask her what was wrong, but saw Song Qinghuan buried in his arms, her slender shoulders trembled slightly.

"What's the matter with you? Is it uncomfortable there?" With this slight act, Shi Yuhan's indifferent temperament disappeared, and he looked at her with care and concern.

Song Qinghuan didn't make a sound, but still fell on the ground and continued to tremble his shoulders slightly.

Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand to touch her slender shoulder and pulled her away from her arms. His fingers followed her delicate jaw, trying to lift the depressed face.

With cold water droplets remaining on his face, Shi Yuhan looked cold: "What's the matter?"

Why is it so sad that I shed tears? It was not good just now. Could it be because of what happened last night?

"I was not good yesterday," Shi Yuhan carefully held her in his arms, he kissed her on the lips and apologized softly.

Song Qinghuan shook his head in his arms, then raised his eyes to look at her: "No, Shi Yuhan, I was not good last night, it was my waywardness, I didn't answer you directly, I shouldn't say that."

She looked at him with heavy eyes, so serious and serious: "I actually have this answer in my heart. No matter what happens to us, even if we walk on the tip of a knife, it doesn't matter to me. It doesn't matter if you are there. We can still live normally when we show up, and I also know that you will keep the protection from leaking. No matter how many people die and how much blood shed, we will still be able to do well in the end, even if we can’t do well, I will. I want to cherish every day with you. I have something to say. Whatever is going to come will always come. You can't escape it no matter what."