Dear Mr. Shi

When Song Qinghuan woke up the next day, she felt sore and sore, but it was strange, not tired at all, but felt comfortable all over.

I picked up the phone and checked the time. The alarm clock for work in the morning hadn't ringed yet, and it was still early.

I originally planned to go to work after staggering to keep out the cold, or not to work.

However, she felt unnecessary. It was not her who did the wrong thing. She is now a victim, so why should she avoid him?

To hide, he should hide.

After washing and changing clothes, Song Qinghuan plans to finish breakfast soon, and then go to the drugstore to buy an emergency contraceptive pill.

When I went downstairs, I was sitting at the table against the cold. He was reading the International Finance Morning News every day.

Aunt He is at work today, and she cooks all the breakfasts at the table.

Song Qinghuan didn't even glance at him, and didn't mean to sit down and eat breakfast at all, turned and walked outside the hall.

Although she was looking at the newspaper, she knew that Song Qinghuan had come down, and her voice rang out as soon as she turned around: "Stop!"

The words of deep, magnetic, cold, majesty and aloof, resembling a mighty curse, magnificently penetrated Song Qinghuan's ears, deeply occupying her mind.

She froze like a puppet under control.

But then he slowed down again, cursing himself for uselessness, and then went straight outside, not at all at all, wanting to pay attention to the meaning of keeping out the cold.

When he woke up in the morning, he was so nonchalant, as if nothing had happened before, without a trace of sympathy or guilt for her.

It really hurts her, makes her resent, and makes her feel terrible hatred.

Shi Yuhan calmly read the newspaper, staring at her back without saying a word, Jun Rong seemed to be covered with a layer of mist under the shroud of the morning sun.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked towards Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan got up straight after changing her shoes, her arms bound her tightly in her arms.

You don't need to look back to know who this person is.

Song Qinghuan's eyes flushed fiercely, tears flooded up, put his hand against his shoulder, and pushed out: "Don't touch me..."

Her emotions seemed a bit agitated, "I hate you."

"Oh, I'm not afraid you hate me." Shi Yuhan replied faintly, but his eyes were still quiet.

Just like Song Qinghuan every time he sees him alone, she is quiet, without any waves, and always looks cold and arrogant.

She didn't let him touch her, and he took it back in, and no longer forced her.

This answer combined with this expression, it was like five thunders and a heavy blow to Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan couldn't express her anger in words.

He forced her to treat her as nothing happened, the same as before.

In the face of her dislike, he actually didn't care.

What exactly does his heart do, and what kind of people and things can make him emotionally ups and downs?

The atmosphere gradually fell into a frozen and weird state.

Shi Yuhan still looked at Song Qinghuan calmly, while Song Qinghuan stared at him like a leaf trembling in the violent wind.

She couldn't find any words to express her anger at the moment, but she couldn't help fighting back.

"Asshole, you go to die!" Shi Yuhan stared in disgust, cursing fiercely.

After cursing, she felt a hint of revenge in her heart and left as quickly as possible.

(PS: I have been very uncomfortable with a cold these few days. After three chapters, I wanted to sleep for a while and re-code, but I fell asleep and started the next day. For those three chapters, I won’t make up today, and I will make up the owed chapters tomorrow Come on. Dear darlings, it’s cold, so remember to keep warm. The cold in winter is really uncomfortable.)