Dear Mr. Shi

When Song Qinghuan returned to the villa, he heard a familiar and cold voice as soon as he opened the door.

At the same time she was surprised, a touch of joy passed from the bottom of her heart, and she walked in quickly and saw Shi sitting at the table against the cold.

Zishi knelt and sat at the dining table, raising his head to watch Shi Yuhan, and seeing Song Qinghuan coming back, he immediately jumped up and stepped toward her.

It touched Song Qinghuan's legs with his head affectionately. When Yuhan was not at home, it was Aunt He who was feeding the child, and Song Qinghuan took over the work of feeding the child.

After this period of time, its relationship with Song Qinghuan is getting better and better.

She touched Zi Shi's head, then stepped to sit down at the dining table, watching Shi's protection from the cold, originally wanted to say one more sentence: "You are back!"

But when Yuhan was talking, his fingers seemed to be tapping the table lightly, and the whole person exuded a fearful air of majesty.

Although he came back from Europe, he never went back to the villa. At this moment, she really didn't expect that he would come back, and he was still sitting in the living room.

When she was talking on the phone, she kept her cold eyes from the cold, suddenly falling on her.

This suddenly made Song Qinghuan's throat tighten, and a heart that almost jumped out of her chest in panic, she mustered up her courage and wanted to laugh at him as a greeting.

As a result, he suddenly looked away, talked on the phone, and walked outside the house.

Zi Shi's tongue was sticking out, looked at Song Qinghuan, and Shi Yuhan, and then went out with him, yelling at Shi Yuhan, as if asking where to go?

Song Qinghuan's heart seemed to fall into an abyss, unable to see the bottom.

When it comes to dealing with feelings, men are really smarter than women, and they are extremely ruthless.

In fact, she was a fool, and she always felt that he would treat her differently, but how could a man of heaven like him care about a passion?

He didn't like her, and he didn't love her.

Forget it, don't think too much, you will get used to it after a long time.

But my heart, why is it still so uncomfortable?

The dishes on the table are all delicious and delicious, but she didn't have any taste. Turning around, she also left and returned to the bedroom upstairs.

When she was about to take a shower, she received Li Wei's WeChat, telling her that she had found the resignation, and that the employee of the Ministry of Finance is now in his hometown.

Song Qinghuan was overjoyed, and the next day he went to ask Zhao Jingnan for three days off, planning to go to this person's hometown to find him.

However, because she had not finished the work on her hand, although Zhao Jingnan allowed her to leave, it was three days later.

When Song Qinghuan came out of the subway, a black off-road vehicle stopped beside her.

Turning his eyes, it turned out to be a chartered car.

He was not ill, he was not in the hospital, because he was very ill, how could he be driving outside at this moment?

"Get in the car, I have something to tell you," the voice of the regulations sounded in the car.

Song Qinghuan looked around. It was during the rush hour after get off work. He blocked one side of the road and caused a small traffic jam.

After thinking about it, she pulled the car door and sat on it.

The regulations drove the car and stopped in a quiet place.

The two were silent for a long time, and Song Qinghuan still said first: "Your sister said you were in the hospital?"

The regulations laughed self-deprecatingly: "What? Do you still care about me?"

Song Qinghuan looked down and kept quiet for a moment: "If you are fine, then I congratulate you. If you are not in good health, then go back to the hospital as soon as possible. I will visit you with Mei Jun on Saturday."