Dear Mr. Shi

A trace of pain flashed across Song Qinghuan’s small face, tears filled her eyes, and she shouted like a burst: "You! You scare me even more... I'm tired of you when I'm out of the cold, I never see you again, you let go I!"

Shi Yuhan stared at her closely, not angry but smiled: "Song Qinghuan, have I told you that the swimming pool of Shiguo Bieyuan once died?"

Song Qinghuan was shocked, and his whole body trembled violently.

Shi Yuhan's gaze still fell on her face indifferently, and said in a very plain tone: "The current owner of Shiguo Bieyuan, who is fond of amiable and kind grandpa, once had a very beautiful and kind wife. That person is my grandma. Grandpa spoils her and loves her very much. Of course, everyone and himself think he spoils her and loves her very much. But one day, between money power and her, he did not hesitate to choose money and power, and pushed her to drown in that swimming pool, where she was pushed down. "

Song Qinghuan's full of anger and hatred collapsed in an instant.

Her eyes widened in horror, her trembling body was so stiff that she did not dare to move.

Shi Yu coldly looked at her disbelief expression, and said cruelly: "Why? Don't believe it? I think I am teasing you. Do you think Grandpa asked you to be nice to me and asked you to celebrate my birthday. That's why he thinks of me. It’s different to you, and he thinks I like it, so he can only accept you as his granddaughter-in-law? If you think so, then you are too naive! No one tells you, am I just for my birthday? Song Qinghuan, My world is crueler than you think. Whatever I or my grandfather has done to you is just the tip of the iceberg."

As he said, his palm was pressed against her cheek, his thumb smoothed the wet hair on her forehead, and his voice was erratic: "Song Qinghuan, two years, you can get rid of the identity of Shi Yuhan's wife. After these two years, don’t have any illusions about me. Otherwise, if a bullet pierces your head one day, it’s not that you died innocently, but that you are eating your own fruit."

This is the first time he has known her for so long and has said so much to her.

This pile of simple and complex sentences came out of his mouth lightly, but it was **** and painful to her.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip and looked at him, her shoulders shook violently, and she cried silently.

It turned out that everything was fake. She was calculated by the kind-looking old man, and she was deceived by his occasional gentle treatment.

It turns out that she has always been passionate about herself, what kind of confidence? What courage? It's just her self-righteousness.

This man, she originally thought his indifference was only on the surface.

But no, this man's indifference was carved into his bones.

What he did to her was not because of any fascination or sentimentality towards her, but because he was accustomed to strategizing, that everything was controlled by him, and everything was ordered by him.

The heart is so tired, the head is dizzy, the eyes are so sleepy, the upper and lower eyelids are constantly trying to close.

Let's take a good night's sleep, just as I had a nightmare today, from then on, she will never have any entanglement with her surname.

His icy eyes were red, and his thin lips were pale as paper. Shi Yuhan hugged Song Qinghuan, who was in a coma, tightly against his arms, his thick eyelashes slowly closed.