Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan glanced at her deeply and curled her lips with a smile.

Then stretched out his hand to get the information.

But the one held in it was about to be opened, but it was held down by Song Qinghuan. She has a small face that is extremely tangled: "That...or else, I'll do it."

The small smile at the corner of Shi Yuhan's mouth became even worse, and it seemed a bit evil in the dim light, and then passed the information to Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan held it in her hand, just like holding a hot taro, neither the left nor the right.

I looked at the data in my hand for a while, and when I looked at it for a while, I didn't open it hesitantly.

"..." Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, she didn't want to say anything anyway.

Song Qinghuan began to become restless, and stretched out his hand to pull the collar indiscriminately, muttering in his mouth: "Um, it suddenly became a bit hot, it's cold, I'm going to pour a glass of water, so take a look!"

After speaking, he handed the information package back to Shi Yuhan's hands, got up and ran to the kitchen, leaving Shi Yuhan who was helpless on her face.

When pouring the water, her fingers trembled slightly, and her heart was beating fast.

Looking up, she grumbled and drank a glass of water, then poured another glass before going out.

When she came out again, the information bag had been opened. Shi Yuhan unfolded and looked at the appraisal book. Seeing that she came out, he turned his eyes to her: "I want to tell you the answer, eh?"

Song Qinghuan squeezed the cup tightly, trembling slightly, "Yes, you say!"

Shi Yuhan said indifferently, "You have no blood relationship with Yan Yan, Lu Meiyan..."

The water glass in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound and fell apart. Song Qinghuan froze instantly, dumbfounded, in disbelief.

She and her elder brother, she and her mother, actually have no blood relationship at all.

How is this possible.

Too shocked, Song Qinghuan's throat seemed to be pinched, and he couldn't make any sound for a long time.

She was a little confused, and quickly sat down next to Shi Yuhan and stretched out her hand to grab the appraisal.

The above content made her pale, her eyes widened, so incredible.

"How is it, how is it possible?" With her small white mouth, it took a long time to squeeze out these hoarse characters.

At this moment, she was completely confused.

Mother is not his own mother, father is not his own father, to his best brother, nor his own brother, life seems to have been overturned, as if something collapsed in his heart.

Shi Yuhan's deep eyes ran over a wisp of pity, reached out to clasp her back of the head, pressed her small face against her chest, and said softly: "It's okay, you still have me!"

Her eyes trembled, and Song Qinghuan looked at him in astonishment. Although he said it was light and windy, she was very heavy in her ears.

Have him? Can she have him? To her, he has not always been cruel and ruthless, and he will come and pass away.

A strong soreness surged to his nose, tears trembled in the red eye sockets, Song Qinghuan did not want to think about the truth of Shi Yuhan's words, and put his hands on his shoulders and hugged his neck. There was a cry in his voice. : "How could this happen, they are not my relatives, then my relatives, where are my relatives?"

Shi Yuhan looked at her distressedly, raised her face with both hands, and gently dropped a kiss on her forehead.

Song Qinghuan's teary eyes were hazy, her little hand touched his chest lightly, and she tremblingly asked, "I want to see my brother, can I?"