Dear Mr. Shi

Thinking about this, Song Qinghuan turned on the computer and used the webpage WeChat to leave a message to Li Wei, asking her to repost the photos taken that day.

After Li Wei received the message, he sent the photo soon.

But there was only one photo. The original blurry photo became even more blurry after being taken with a mobile phone.

Song Qinghuan comforted herself, better than nothing.

The only thing she can hope for now is that Shi Yuhan can figure out a way to get her bag back, the money, the phone, and the phone are gone, and the few photos I only hope are still there.

Song Qinghuan, who turned off the computer, flung the computer aside, and fell onto the bed, looking very tired.

At this moment, the bedroom door opened a slit, and a large front paw was inserted in, successfully opening the slit door.

Immediately, Zi Shi's round head squeezed in from the crack of the door, and then yelled twice at Song Qinghuan on the bed.

Song Qinghuan, who was lying on the bed slumberingly, woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and saw the big Tibetan mastiff "Zi Shi" that Shi was raising against the cold!

"Oh -" Zi Shi called again, but the cry this time was a little different, it was very deep, very weak, and very gentle.

It also seems to be with such a little bit of unhappiness.

Song Qinghuan sat up and looked at it: "Why are you here? Your father won't shut you down today!"

"..." Zi Shi did not make a sound, but stepped to the bed, lay down, raised his head and stuck his tongue at her.

Song Qinghuan leaned down sharply, stretched out his hand in a bit of fear, hesitated for a moment and then rubbed his head for a while: "I am not happy today. It seems that we are all sick!"

Zishi stood up suddenly, jumped into bed with a light leap, and rubbed Song Qinghuan's body with his round head.

Song Qinghuan was tickled by it, but he smiled happily and avoided it with a smile.

Zishi seemed to be happy too, and suddenly shook her excitedly, and then his huge body jumped on the bed.

"You are so cute!!" Song Qinghuan didn't feel any fear of such a son.

Although she was still a little too dare, she still hugged her shrugging body with her hands. It was so comfortable. If she sleeps in her arms, it will definitely be especially warm.

She shouldn't be so scared when she is such a warm son, and has never hurt her son.

When Shi Yuhan opened the door and came in, he heard a cry of "whoop" from upstairs, as well as her occasional laughter.

He hooked his lips faintly, without any worries. He sent it to Zishi. When she came back, she was very depressed, but now it seems that she should be fine.

When Shi Yuhan stepped upstairs, Song Qinghuan's bedroom door was not closed. He broke in directly and leaned over to separate Song Qinghuan and Zishi who were fighting together.

Song Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at him, and found that he had changed his clothes and was no longer an ink-colored suit during the day.

I changed into a white shirt and black trousers. Outside was a light-colored suit jacket, matched with a belt and watch of the same color.

Having known each other for so long and in contact for so long, it seemed that only when he came back just now, he made her feel wrong in an instant.

really. He is aloof, leaving only a sense of distance.

Shi Yuhan kept looking at Song Qinghuan, and Song Qinghuan felt that he might have something to say.

Could it be that the bag has been found? Is it so fast? Song Qinghuan's eyes flashed suddenly, a sweet smile spread out on her small face, and he asked happily, "So what, did you find the bag!!"

(Ps: Announce the lucky reader: Shanshan is not Shanshan. Finally, I recommend Mochizuki Cunya's new article "The Chief Wife Chases 88 Times: Wife Is Not Allowed to Divorce")