Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan flushed with a small face, almost got out of the bed in a rolling manner, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

I wanted to go to the bathroom directly, but it was so quiet that I would definitely hear a sound outside.

She was very embarrassed and embarrassed. People standing outside would definitely hear the noise of the trumpet.

Therefore, she had to tap the faucet first and dare to solve the urgency when the sound of water came.

When she waited for a long time before going out, she found that Yuhan was no longer in the house.

Song Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the curtains, and the sun directly came in immediately, making it warm and comfortable.

The weather today is very good, I don't know what time it is.

Song Qinghuan was shocked as soon as this question slipped through his mind.

She ran over to pick up the phone on the bedside table, and then let out a startle: "Ah!"

Oh my god, it's eleven o'clock, no wonder the sun is so bright.

Song Qinghuan changed his clothes at a god-like speed, and dashed towards the downstairs.

At this moment, Shi Yuhan just came out of the bathroom on the first floor, wearing a white bathrobe with water dripping from his hair.

When Song Qinghuan hurriedly ran past him, he stretched out his long arm and grabbed her by the arm, and then he pulled her to him again, looking at him with a cold face with a faint gentle look. she was.

Song Qinghuan anxiously reached out and grabbed his hand: "It's eleven o'clock, I'm late, I'm late, I'll go to the company quickly."

Shi Yuhan faintly opened his lips: "I have already asked you for leave."

Song Qinghuan was slightly startled, then he smiled: "Really?"

Shi Yuhan let go of her hand, and while wiping her hair, she went upstairs: "I'm hungry, going to cook?"

Song Qinghuan blinked twice, and then silently began to look for the kitchen.

After searching for a long time, I discovered that the villa behind this did not have a designed kitchen.

Oh my god, this is too cheating, no wonder Shi Yuhan has to go to the front every time he eats.

After taking a rest for one night, it was broad daylight now, and Song Qinghuan returned to the villa in front of him again, not so scared.

However, when I first started, I was a little frightened.

But when the cold came later and turned on the TV in the living room, Song Qinghuan felt relieved by the sound that came to his ears from time to time.

Song Qinghuan’s cooking skills cannot be said to be good or bad.

She is a mood-oriented person when she cooks. She is a person who is not particularly keen on cooking. Therefore, when she is in a good mood, she will be more energetic, and the fried dishes will be more delicious.

When you are in a bad mood, things are relatively uninteresting.

"It's time to eat." Song Qinghuan walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate of steaming dishes on the dining table.

Shi Yuhan stood up from the sofa and watched Song Qinghuan serve dishes on the table one by one. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, they tasted very fragrant and presented very well. You don't have to eat and see that they should be delicious.

It seems that Song Qinghuan is in a particularly good mood today.

Suddenly, Shi Yuhan went to the kitchen.

Song Qinghuan thought he was going to get the bowl, but he didn't expect that he was going to bring out the soup.

"You..." Song Qinghuan looked at him with a little surprise, and then swallowed: "You bare hands, aren't you hot?"

Although the soup came out of the hot pot and chilled for a while, Song Qinghuan tried it just now, and it was only a little hot after touching it, but after a while, it was very hot.