Dear Mr.Shi

Zhang Ailing once said that she was afraid of holding hands.

Because holding hands is a very sad process, because after holding hands is to let go.

When song Qinghuan saw this, she was just opposite to Zhang Ailing. She liked to hold hands very much, because she felt that she was not afraid to let go, and she was not afraid to face the burden alone after letting go.

What's more, letting go this time means holding hands next time.

If there is no difference, how can there be a happy gathering? Just like she and her brother.

Holding hands is confidence and strength, letting go is freedom and soaring.

In addition to her family, she did not hold any man's hand, because she likes the sentence "holding the hand of the son, grow old with the son."

But today, the man suddenly took her hand, so suddenly, let her off guard, heart beat faster.

What's more, they held hands for the first time, but they didn't make her feel strange.

Song Qinghuan was startled and jerked back his hand: "I'll go by myself!"

When Yuhan looked at his eyes, song Qinghuan passed by. Then he looked down at his empty hand. His eyes were strange.

But soon, it's back as before. Follow her and go in with song Qinghuan.

This restaurant is very quiet. It's not because there are no guests. On the contrary, it's full. It's just that the voice of the team is very low. We can see that it's not ordinary people from their clothes and conversation.

The melodious sound of the Scottish bagpipes sounded in his ears. Song Qinghuan was very restrained to follow the time to keep out the cold, and came to a low-key and luxurious, semi closed small box.

The waiter, very gentlemanly, helped song Qinghuan open her seat and asked her to sit down.

When song Qinghuan turns around, he sees the door of the small box, not far away from where Han Xixi is sitting.

What does she want to do? Has been tracking is to make sure that she and Shi Yuhan are really together?

Of course, when she sees hancici, she will naturally see hancici when she is warm. So during the whole meal, she is a special gentleman when she is warm.

He asked song Qinghuan in Chinese what he wanted to eat, and then told the waiter in French.

French blurted out fluently and smoothly.

Song Qinghuan didn't understand a word, but she could feel that she was very good at French.

Next, no one spoke. Song Qinghuan sent a message to Mei Jun, saying that she would be late.

When the cold has been staring at Song Qinghuan, eyes indifferent, as if song Qinghuan is just the same decoration.

Song Qinghuan was very uncomfortable when she saw it. She wanted to put down her mobile phone when she sent a message, but she couldn't lift her head because of her cold eyes.

Fortunately, their order came up soon.

Song Qinghuan can finally stop pretending to play with his mobile phone and fight with the steak in front of him seriously.