Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan took the bowls and chopsticks and walked out, filled two bowls of soup, one bowl was placed in front of Shi Yuhan.

Shi Yuhan looked at ease and commanded strongly: "Feed me!"

Song Qinghuan, who was drinking the soup, was suddenly choked.

"What are you talking about?" She couldn't help but glanced at him, in disbelief.

Shi Yuhan leaned back on the dining table and chairs, with a well-groomed expression, turned his slender hands and fingers on the table, and there was salt rubbed by Song Qinghuan on it.

Song Qinghuan was extremely embarrassed, and wanted to scratch the corner sadly.

She wanted to ignore the time to keep out the cold, but the cold eyebrows on the dining table would make people lose their appetite.

Raising his eyes and looking at him, he didn't move for a while, just sitting quietly, with a cold look, as if saying that if you don't feed me, I will definitely not eat.

Song Qinghuan was very helpless, so she took a spoon and took a sip of the soup, gently bringing it to Shi Yuhan's mouth.

A faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Shi Yuhan's mouth, rippling like clear waves in the water, his eyes were deep and evil.

Song Qinghuan was dumbfounded for a moment. Damn, a big man shouldn't smile so beautifully.

It's better not to laugh when you are not used to it.

She stared at Shi Yuhan's close attention, and Shi Yuhan had already taken a sip of soup with a spoon in his mouth.

Song Qinghuan hurriedly took the second spoon, the third spoon...

For a long time, in the quiet room, there was only a slight noise from the collision of thin bowls and chopsticks.

Song Qinghuan said that there is really a lot of pressure to serve a "handicapped person", and eating a meal is like a war.

He usually sees him with a bowl of rice, but today I don’t know if it’s the reason for not having breakfast. I ate one bowl and then another, and then another bowl.

There were three bowls of rice, and Song Qinghuan felt that her hands hurt.

After finally serving him, he was able to eat by himself, but the food was already cold.

There is no way, it will be it.

After eating, Song Qinghuan cleared the table, Shi Yuhan got up and helped put the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen.

Song Qinghuan was really surprised that he was still able to help her against the sky when he was injured.

Turning on the water heater, Song Qinghuan began to wash the dishes, but Shi Yuhan did not leave, but stood silently beside her.

Song Qinghuan looked at him questioningly: "Which one? Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm going out, Zi Shi will come over to accompany you." After that, Shi Yuhan turned and left.

But his face slipped through a touch of uncomfortable ruddy, and he did not escape Song Qinghuan's eyes.

Song Qinghuan couldn't hold back his laughter, my God, why Shi Yuhan was so funny, just let Zishi accompany her, why blush? It's really strange.

He shook his head, feeling funny at the same time, but also feeling warm.

This is not the first time this man has used words to care and protect a person, so I am embarrassed? !

After Shi Yuhan left, Zi Shi was always with Song Qinghuan.

It was a good night that night, and Shi Yuhan never came back. Song Qinghuan never went to sleep in the back villa because she didn't have the key to the back villa.

She didn't know how busy Shi Yuhan was. She felt that she had waited for a long time, but she hadn't waited for him.

I was afraid that he would have something, so I didn't dare to bother lightly.

But she didn't dare to go upstairs to sleep in the bedroom, so she slept in the living room, lying next to her. She was really at ease with her, and she felt like Shi Yu was by her side.

But when she woke up the next day, she found herself lying on the big bed in the master bedroom of the villa.

Shi Yuhan was lying beside her.