Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan was silent, his handsome face like ice and snow looked calm and calm.

But the strands of pressure radiating from his body caused Song Qinghuan's heart to float with a layer of uncontrollable tension and anxiety.

She swallowed, did not apologize, did not pray for forgiveness, but asked gently: "You are, when did you know?"

She thinks that some things, what you want will finally come, no matter how to escape, you can't escape.

Shi Yuhan chuckled slightly and turned his head to look out of the window. His face was covered with a faintly beautiful light: "Is this important?"

Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes: "Of course, it's very important."

Shi Yuhan narrowed his expression and said faintly: "When you got married, you knew that your brother was called Yan Ping Dan, and he was the missing financial director of the company. I even knew that you joined the company to investigate his disappearance."

Actually so early?

Song Qinghuan's eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't recover for a long while: "Then why didn't you break me down? You still want to marry me?"

Shi Yuhan raised his eyebrows: "Why do I want to expose you? I also want to know where your brother has gone. It is not a small amount of money lost because of him."

Song Qinghuan frowned and looked at him quietly: "Well, you don't know where my brother is, because something is missing?"

Shi Yuhan smiled indifferently at the corner of his mouth, with full contempt and sarcasm: "Why, is it possible that you always think that I killed your brother, or that I hid him?"

These words pierced Song Qinghuan's heart like a tax-profit knife, making her face pale as snow instantly, and the next words were pale and weak: "No..."

I want to explain it clearly, saying that apart from a little suspicion at the beginning, she never thought about it that way later. She always believed that the matter between him and her brother might not have anything to do with it.

I don't know why, it's an inexplicable belief, but to say it like this, it seems too pale and powerless.

She sighed: "It's really not. If you explain too much, you have a guilty conscience."

Shi Yuhan reduced his expression and looked at her blankly: "I want to know more than you, where is your brother."

Song Qinghuan bit her lip and looked up at him: "Since you know everything, what do you want?"

Shi Yuhan said: "How about what? I have already said, I already knew it when I married you."

A ray of uncertainty slowly poured into her black eyes, and her snow-white face finally returned to a faint redness: "What you mean is to keep it as it is..."

Shi Yuhan's voice sank: "What? You don't want to keep it as it is?"

Song Qinghuan's expression suddenly became a little shy: "Uh, no, it's just that I was a little surprised..."

"Fool," Shi Yuhan's voice suddenly felt helpless.

He said softly: "It feels good for you to be my wife. If you want to, just stay in front of you, not just now, but also in the future, for the rest of your life, as long as you want!"

A very ordinary sentence, compared with the heroes and heroines in the romance novels she had read, it was too ordinary and too weird, but after Song Qinghuan heard it, she felt very sweet.

Her heart was filled with honey and tenderness, which made her uncertain and even more unbelievable: "You mean, I am now, I will always be your wife two years later."

Shi Yuhan said indifferently: "Well, just be there if you want. It's good. Getting married is very troublesome. Just keep it."