Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan was not angry, and said softly, "Do you want to wash it together?"

Song Qinghuan was speechless and gave him a fierce look.

Shi Yuhan seemed to smile and curled his lips, closed the door and finally went to the bathroom.

Although she refused and didn't hang her clothes for Shi Yuhan, Song Qinghuan still hung her clothes with him.

After a while, Shi Yuhan walked out and told Song Qinghuan to take a bath.

Song Qinghuan didn't move, and obviously didn't want to pay attention to him. She was tired now, and just wanted to lie down on the sofa for a while to rest, but didn't mean to take a bath.

Shi Yuhan's eyes sank, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the towel on Song Qinghuan's body, "Don't wash it anxiously, then wipe it for me."

Song Qinghuan glared at him and said with extreme displeasure: "I'm not your nanny, so I don't want to wipe it for you, you don't have long hands yourself."

When Yuhan sat down on the sofa, he immediately got up from the sofa, then took out his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

Seeing the bathroom door closed, his deep eyes flashed with a strange light, then he picked up the towel and wiped his hair.

When Song Qinghuan came out, Shi Yuhan had changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa looking through documents.

"It's done? Change clothes." Hearing the door opening, his eyes fell on her.

Song Qinghuan's pajamas style is very conservative, but also very childish, with a cute Pooh bear on her chest.

Song Qinghuan flattened his mouth, sat down slowly on the other side of the sofa, and turned on the TV with the remote control, without any intention of changing clothes.

Shi Yuhan removed the file in his hand, raised his head slightly and looked at her quietly, "...what?"

Song Qinghuan didn't say anything, but the meaning was obvious, don't go!

When Yuhan's eyes narrowed slightly, a ray of elite light rushed past.

The shelf is really getting bigger and bigger, just a few words either hurt him or choked him, who spoiled her, thinking that she was obedient and didn't dare to complain about him.

He got up and walked towards Song Qinghuan. Song Qinghuan raised her eyes subconsciously. He didn't react. In the next instant, Shi Yuhan pressed her delicate body into the sofa.

"I don't want to eat, I'm not hungry, it's good!" He said coldly, bowed his head and approached, coldly grabbing Song Qinghuan's lips, and swallowing everything she wanted to say.

The tight teeth were like shells that couldn't be opened. When the cold-fighting palms pinched her chin, one forcefully forced her to open her lips, and then swept away fiercely, domineering and plundering, sucking on her soft tongue.

Song Qinghuan resisted and pushed him desperately, but he grabbed both hands with one hand and pressed it to the top of his head, half unable to move.

After a while, when she was almost unable to breathe, Shi Yuhan finally let go of her, looking at her with a strange light with indifferent eyes.

Song Qinghuan panted heavily and quickly said: "I'm hungry, I'm going out to eat, you get up and let me change clothes."

Shi Yuhan raised his eyebrows and then let go of her. It seemed that his training was getting smarter and he knew the reason for doing so soon.

As soon as Song Qinghuan was free, he ran away and walked to the closet barefoot like wind, and ran into the bathroom like wind when he took the clothes.

I really want to cry, the bad man knows to threaten her.

He didn't explain anything, but his actions have already made it clear that if you don't want to eat or are hungry, then I will eat you now.