Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan seemed to be really asleep, breathing very evenly.

Song Qinghuan's courage suddenly increased.

She rubbed him against him. Seeing that he didn't respond, she rubbed it again. She felt so funny and happy in an instant. Lift one leg and put it on his leg.

There is still no response when it keeps out of the cold.

She raised another hand, gently placed it on his waist, and then pressed her small face against his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat in her ears.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or ninety, eleven, twelve...

Hey, his heartbeat is so strange, why didn't it just hit it once? Why sometimes it jumped together a few times, it jumped so fast, but it still missed the beat.

In other words, she missed the beat...

Song Qinghuan kept counting the heartbeat of Yuhan, not knowing why she fell asleep later.

I just remember leaning in his arms and feeling very stable and safe, this feeling has not been for a long time.

With warm fragrant nephrite in his arms and long and steady breathing in his ears, the man who was sleeping suddenly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there was no trace of sleepiness.

He looked at her ugly sleep, gently curled his lips, lifted his head and pushed away the broken hair on her face, the smooth and soft feeling lingered in his fingers, which made people feel very beautiful.

This woman, flailing her teeth and claws at him on weekdays, only when she is asleep is she soft and well-behaved like a kitten.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and Shi Yuhan glanced indifferently, then reached out and took it. After seeing the number above, he turned off the phone.

But suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, turned on the phone again, dialed a number, and faintly ordered: "Buy me a cell phone."

Chen Tian, ​​who was awakened from his sleep, immediately reverently said: "Okay, Mr. Shi, what style do you need."

Shi Yuhan said indifferently: "Women's mobile phone."

This answer really made Chen Tian really want to pull his hair. An answer equals no answer.

But as expected to be the person next to Shi Yuhan, he was still very calm, and smiled and said: "The same money as you, do you think it is okay?"

Shi Yuhan glanced sideways at Song Qinghuan, who was still asleep, and said, "Okay."

Just after the phone was hung up, someone knocked on the door of the room. Shi Yuhan didn't want to bother, but when he saw Song Qinghuan frowned uncomfortably, he got up and opened the door.

Standing outside the door, Si Chen's face was cold and smelly. He asked: "Are you serious?"

Shi Yuhan's eyes were very indifferent, as if no one was standing outside, only the air.

Si Chen said again, but there was a cry in his voice: "I ask if you are serious?!"

Shi Yuhan looked at him like ice, with an extreme cold and murderous aura.

Si Chen could clearly feel that the air around him instantly formed a thin layer of ice, and the cold air immersed into his body with his breath, piercing into the bone marrow, as if he was about to coagulate the blood.

Suddenly, Shi Yuhan closed the door to completely isolate everything, but did not take Binghan away. Si Chen only felt that his heart was extremely cold, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Si Chen didn't knock on the door any more, but stepped back step by step and exited the villa!

Outside, there was a cold winter rain.

What Si Chen hates most is the rain, especially the rain in the Shi Guo Bie Yuan.

Because he was the only man in the world who could make him bend down on the day when it rained.

It was also on the day that it rained, or Shiguo Bieyuan, to let him know that the man named Shi Yuhan was not only aloof and arrogant, but also coldhearted.

(Ps: The website has been drawn today, and the published chapters have not been synchronized, so tears. Announce yesterday’s lucky baby, book friend 1994483355, Xiao Nuan!

Finally, I would like to recommend a good friend Mao Xiaoshao's crossing pet article "The World-Defying Orphan: The First Demon")