Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan looked at her expressionlessly, her eyes darkened like a deep pool, and her low voice was coldly pressed: "Five minutes, there are five minutes left before the agreed time for you to freshen up."

With that, she glanced at her pajamas, and continued indifferently: "If you don't see you downstairs in five minutes, your bag will never come back."

After that, she didn't wait for Song Qinghuan's answer, and no matter what her expression, she left while pulling the reluctant son.

Song Qinghuan opened his eyes wide in surprise, and then slammed a punch to his back: "Damn, you are a big bad guy, I hate you! I don't want five minutes, I want six minutes, seven minutes, eight. Minutes, nine minutes, ten minutes..."

He said words of resistance, but he didn't neglect his actions at all. He ran downstairs after four minutes had passed.

When I went to the old house, Shi Yuhan drove by himself.

In the late winter night, it was extremely cold, and the heating in the car was turned on to the maximum. Song Qinghuan sat lazily in the passenger seat, full of her bag.

It hasn’t been long since it happened, and there is still a lingering fear at this moment.

She turned her eyes lightly, and turned to Shi Yuhan for the Nth time.

The words that have been brewing in my heart, after entangled for N times, finally laughed out: "When you are protected from the cold, since I know you, you are the most powerful and powerful character in my mind. I think you have nothing to do. No, I believe finding a bag should be a trivial matter, right."

Song Qinghuan vomited several times when he said the pile of compliments in front of him.

She pretends to be idiots and pays all the money, of course not to simply praise him, just for the last sentence.

She said so nicely, but she was not moved by the cold, and continued to drive with calmness, and didn't want to care about her at all.

Song Qinghuan leaned in and said with a smile: "Right, right, right?"

She kept blinking her eyes at him when she said, she was going to be innocent to defeat his indifference, but what she got was a cold tongue.

He glanced at her and said indifferently: "Don't use such an idiot expression to seduce me."

puff! ! Song Qinghuan almost vomited blood, and his teeth almost broke.

She once again made sure that she could not use her attitude towards ordinary people to keep out the cold from the time, and she would never try to please him anymore. He was the most abnormal complex in the world.

At this moment, Song Qinghuan really wanted to find the most vicious words to hit him back fiercely.

But after racking my brains, I couldn't find it.

Later, Song Qinghuan decided to forget it. She was a good woman and had to follow the principle of good women not fighting evil men.

After sitting quietly for a while, Song Qinghuan suddenly thought of another question, "Hey, Shi Yuhan, we will go to the old house you mentioned. We will live for a few days."

Shi Yuhan's eyes were still looking ahead, and his slender five fingers were randomly placed on the steering wheel: "I'll be back on Monday."

Song Qinghuan frowned slightly: "What, I have to live for three days, why is it so long, and how should I live?"

When Yuhan was calm and unhurried, he glanced at her faintly: "Live with me."

Song Qinghuan felt so embarrassed, her face wrinkled, "Could there be another choice?"

"No." Shi Yuhan's tone was weak, and there was no room for discussion.

Song Qinghuan whispered: "What is this? Didn't we say yes, there are famous people without food, how can they always sleep in the same bed, I am not such a casual person."