Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan's message only returned one word: "Oh!"

puff! Song Qinghuan's flushed little face, and a trace of embarrassment, "Oh" what does this mean?

What a broken answer.

With a "pop", Song Qinghuan turned the phone over and put it on his lap, wanting to ignore it.

But the phone banged, and suddenly it rang again.

Song Qinghuan said in her heart to ignore it, but couldn't help it. Bai Nen's long fingers turned the phone over again, and then unlocked it.

"Oh!" It was exactly the same as the previous message, but the answer was the same word, without any change at all.

Song Qinghuan could almost think that if the word were spoken from his mouth, the tone of the two would be exactly the same.

With a "hum", Song Qinghuan became a little angry, grabbed a handful of hair annoyingly, and then shook the phone with an extremely impatient look.

She locked the phone keyboard and put it directly in her bag.

At the beginning, she was like, do you want to take out the phone again, and then ask him what does "oh" mean?

What is the meaning of this word between the two at the moment.

But when she got to the back, her attention was all over. Was attracted by other things.

The bus went all the way and passed a section of winding mountain road. Song Qinghuan, who was already a little faint, was stunned. His face became paler and paler except that he was uncomfortable. Nothing else was found. feel.

Li Wei was fine, and patted her on the back with his hands: "Qinghuan, are you okay?"

Song Qinghuan shook her head and said that she was okay, but after another ten minutes, she couldn't bear it. After a sudden bump, she quickly took a bag, and then vomited frantically.

She didn't eat it in the morning, she couldn't vomit anything at all, but the acid water kept in her stomach.

After a while, probably too tired, Song Qinghuan leaned on Li Wei's shoulder and slept for a while.

When getting out of the car, Song Qinghuan obviously looked haggard, and his footsteps were a bit vacant.

Li Wei stretched out his hand to support her: "How are you, do you feel better?"

"It's much better, that car is too uncomfortable to make, it's life-threatening." Song Qinghuan looked around as he spoke.

This small county is quite affluent, not much different from the city. The houses look very new, and there are shops, hotels, and shopping malls. The living conditions seem to be on the same level as the big cities.

The two took a taxi. As soon as they arrived at the hotel room they had booked, Song Qinghuan fell on the bed, the phone in the bag rang, and the caller ID was "Emperor of Tu".

Thinking of Yuhan's two inexplicable "oh" words, Song Qinghuan became a little angry, swiping his finger across the screen, and refused to listen to the call.

The next phone rang again. Song Qinghuan was still a little afraid of the dignity of the cold weather, so she didn't dare to press the reject button again, so she mute the phone, put it on the bed, and fell asleep.

She slept for an afternoon, and when she woke up to eat at night, there were more than ten missed calls from Shi Yuhan.

Song Qinghuan laughed suddenly, with a mischievous mentality, fell on the bed and went to sleep, but Shi Yuhan didn't call again.

When they call, they don’t answer, and when there are no calls, they think uncomfortably, why don’t they call? Sure enough, men are impatient creatures!