Dear Mr. Shi

They were dining in this hotel, sitting in the hotel's most luxurious private room, empty, quiet, and elegant.

Standing in the private room were two tall waitresses wearing cheongsams.

When Shi Yuhan and Song Qinghuan took off their coats, the waiter took them naturally and helped him hang them up.

The service was so attentive, and Song Qinghuan was a little bit shy, not very embarrassed.

After the dishes were served, the two waiters walked out quietly.

Shi Yuhan and Song Qinghuan did one of the long tables, and there was no communication during the period.

Although he had a lot of food, Song Qinghuan didn't have enough for this meal.

Fresh and expensive black truffles, foie gras, and large plates from far away from France were only packed a little bit, not all of them were enough for Song Qinghuan to stuff his teeth.

When he was about to enter the elevator and was about to go back to his room, Song Qinghuan suddenly stopped, his head hanging down: "You go up first, I'll go out to buy something."

"What to buy, I'll accompany you." Shi Yuhan's mouth was slightly tilted, and Zi looked in a good mood.

Song Qinghuan checked Gang refused, but she knew that it was useless to refuse. When Yuhan decided what to do, no one had any chance of moving him.

He would follow if he wanted to follow, he didn't know how much she ate anyway.

There is nothing to eat around the hotel, there is only one Fujian steamed dumpling.

Song Qinghuan stood still at the door and watched him speak: "I'm hungry and haven't eaten. I'm going to eat steamed dumplings and a bowl of noodles. Or go back first!"

Shi Yuhan looked down at her without making a sound, just stepping into the store first.

Although this steamed dumpling shop is not big, it is very clean and there are no customers at this time.

Song Qinghuan just left him, anyway, she couldn't understand Shi Yuhan anyway. Simply ignore what he is thinking.

She found a place to sit down, Shi Yuhan sat opposite her, and the two ordered steamed dumplings and two bowls of rice noodles.

Song Qinghuan was still unable to take care of what Shi Yuhan did to him. During this period of time, he had been working against him, and he did not benefit himself.

So the kiss that Shi Yuhan just now made her decide to fight against Shi Yuhan in a different way after a meal. That is to ignore her coldly.

This is called the "Cold War!"

However, it seems that she was the only one involved in the Cold War.

She was kept out of the cold at all, and there was no change from before. Generally, she was ignored. You want us to follow your own land, and he must do whatever he wants.

After the dumplings and rice noodles came up, Song Qinghuan took a big mouthful of food, which was called a fragrant.

She felt that she really didn't have the life of happiness, and she was only suitable for eating the things of these common people.

Shi Yuhan sat quietly opposite her, not moving the contents of the bowl in front of her, but kept stirring the powder in the bowl with chopsticks, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, Shi Yuhan said, "Maybe, you can try it."

There was no beginning and no end to what he said, how could Song Qinghuan understand what it meant.

She didn't want to ask, after all, she had just made up her mind to be a cold woman during the Cold War.

But after a long time, she didn't have a word when she saw Yuhan. When the patience and concentration were different, she couldn't help but ask: "What? What did you say?"

Shi Yuhan looked at her steadily, with indifferent eyes, as if faintly saying: "Let's try together!"