Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan didn't know if she was doing it right or wrong, she only knew that since Shi was careless, why did she bother to ask for it? Otherwise, it is just humiliating oneself.

As for the regulations, she used to think he was very annoying and always pestered her.

But now, she saw her own shadow in him, so she was cruel, and promised her life two years later to the charter in advance, and she was also decisively cutting off any possibility of keeping herself from the cold.

The inside of the villa was dark and quiet, and it was a little scary.

Song Qinghuan opened the door of the villa with a full body of alcohol. As soon as she pressed the light switch, she saw Shi sitting quietly to protect herself from the cold.

A handsome face is hidden in the backlit night, making people unable to see his current expression. The light is shining on him and outlines a dazzling halo, and he sits in the halo, as if coming from the sky. The gods are average.

Song Qinghuan was startled, panting quickly, her eyes flushed, and she hadn't reacted yet.

She is indeed a little drunk, and her head is a little dizzy. A bottle of beer, such a small amount of alcohol.

She stared at the deep and cold eyes, and said with disdain: "Aunt He said that Zi Shi was ill, and she couldn't contact you again, so she called me. Now that you have returned, I will leave first. Up."

This was to show him that she didn't want to come back at all, didn't want to see him at all, and didn't bother to see him.

Shi Yuhan closed his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows and rested while sleeping, his thin lips lightly opened: "Where are you going?"

"Go home," Song Qinghuan shook her head, her head getting more and more dizzy, she was so sleepy, she had to go home to sleep.

Shi Yuhan opened his eyes, looked at him quietly, and said in a low voice: "Come here."

Song Qinghuan didn't move, but stood quietly.

Shi Yuhan didn’t force her, he stood up slowly, and walked to her gracefully and calmly, with a tall body and a strong aura pressing down on her, with deep eyes staring at her face: “You are the only trace of the two-year marriage contract. You can only live here. Have I ever told you something like this."

His cold and quiet voice was irresistible, as if the emperor's extremely benevolent sentence was pronounced.

Song Qinghuan's long eyelashes trembled, she raised her eyes and looked at him lightly: "I see, if there is nothing wrong, then I will go back to the room and rest first."

She didn't want to quarrel with him, and she didn't want to argue with him or anything. If she lived here, she would live here. Anyway, she would come back sooner or later. She couldn't stay outside for two years.

Moreover, her head is dizzy now, and the whole person is so uncomfortable, she needs to rest.

Passing by, when she was cold and cold, she turned deserted, looked at her back, and said coldly: "Drinking?"

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, didn't look back, and walked forward in small steps.

Suddenly, she felt like vomiting, and then retched. Then the whole person sat softly on the ground.

The stamina of alcohol was all up at this moment. Song Qinghuan was really drunk and had lost his self-control ability.

When Yuhan's eyes were cold, he looked at her for a while.

Seeing that she hadn't responded for a long time, she probably knew what was going on, and finally stepped forward to her, coldly stretched out her long arm, and fished her from the ground into her arms.

Song Qinghuan was confused with a small face, looked up at him, just wanting to smile stupidly as usual.

But Shi Yuhan did not give her a chance to laugh, because he cheated her and sealed her mouth with a kiss...

(Ps: When talking about Boss, he is evil again. Guess what he will do? Some readers who don’t have WeChat and want to watch a small theater, then you can go to Baidu Jiangmei, and there are also some who manage to post a small theater. Post... Finally, let’s announce yesterday’s lucky readers. That’s how I dragged him...)