Dear Mr. Shi

A soft color suddenly appeared on the indifferent face of the regulations. He excitedly grabbed Song Qinghuan's hand: "You are going to see me?"

The woman in front of him was loved to his bones. The other day, my sister told him that she didn’t care about his life or death. She lied to her that he had to change his liver because of her bad body. He didn’t want to take the initiative to see him. He only felt the heart It's about to be torn apart.

Song Qinghuan wanted to shake off the hand that was being held by him, but the charter was firmly grasped, and she had to whisper, "Pain!"

Slightly frowning, looking down, the charter looked at her white arms, which were already flushed at this time, and she was instantly frustrated, so she quickly let go of her hand: "I'm sorry, Huanhuan, I didn't mean it, I just..."

Song Qinghuan interrupted him and sighed: "Regulations, can you stop making trouble and go back to the hospital. If you are sick, you need to be treated well. Now that the medical skills are very advanced, you will be well!"

All of a sudden, the regulations just felt that the cloudy weather just now cleared up.

Excited, he hugged Song Qinghuan in his arms: "Qinghuan, I thought you hated me to death and will never forgive me again!"

Song Qinghuan pushed him away: "I don't hate you, regulations!"

The regulations are happier: "Really? Then you..."

As if he knew what he wanted to ask her next, Song Qinghuan cut off his words and said: "Because I don’t love you, I don’t love nature without hate, regulations, I know you are good to me, and I really hope you can find A girlfriend, and live a sweet and happy life!"

"Enough, I don't want to listen, you know me..." The violent temper of the regulations rose again.

He feels that the woman he loves, if he asks himself to find another woman, it is a man that will catch fire.

But anger comes quickly, and so does it. When he calmed down again, his whole body was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness, and he sighed and asked: "Qinghuan, what is wrong with me? It makes you unwilling to accept me."

Song Qinghuan said indifferently: "The regulations, there is a saying on the Internet that is best to refuse people, that is, you are very good, but we are not suitable. I once told you, now I don’t want to tell you, and I don’t want to lie to you. You are not very good. Okay, you have a bad temper. You really want to change it in the future, but whether I accept you or not has nothing to do with this, I..."

She pursed her lips: "Love depends on fate, I..."

The regulations interrupted her: "Okay, don't say anything. Don't say anything. I came to you today to ask you for the last time, do you want to stay with me? I want to study in France. Would you like to Go with me. I don’t care if you hate me or you have been married. If you want, I will take you with you. I can promise you that I will always love you and be so good to you."

Song Qinghuan almost blurted out: "Regulations, right..."

He hugged her tightly again, with the regulations buried in her neck, her voice was very weak and pitiful: "I don't need to answer me now. I don't want to hear the answer. I will wait for you at the airport in three days. If you are willing to come, I will you go!"

The low and hoarse voice seemed to be muffled from his chest, making Song Qinghuan's eyes red, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

When I raised my eyes to look at her again, there was a sad red in the charter's eyes. I fixedly looked at her for two seconds, and suddenly leaned over and kissed Song Qinghuan on the cheek like a demon.