Dear Mr. Shi

"I said, she won't be back!" Shi Yuhan shocked. Although cruel, he wanted Shi Yuhan to face reality.

Song Qinghuan originally wanted to refute something, but moved her lips and bit it again.

She didn't say anything, she didn't know what to say is good, she didn't know why a mother could be so cruel, so disregarded to leave her child behind.

She really doesn't know what a mother like Tianxia is like. If you don't want a child, then don't give birth.

Since I was born, how could I be so irresponsible.

Song Qinghuan was very angry. She thought of herself, but she didn't know the facts of her parents.

In the past, she always regarded herself as Lu Meiyan's biological daughter, so even if Lu Meiyan treated her very badly, she always felt that Lu Meiyan was not too bad, no matter how mean Lu Meiyan was to her, she would not put it on her.

Because she felt that Lu Meiyan, no matter how tired, did not abandon her.

But it turned out that she was not Lu Meiyan's daughter at all, maybe Lu Meiyan was scum, but Lu Meiyan raised her without any blood relationship, so she raised her.

And her biological mother? Why don't you want her? If she is abandoned, she is dozens of times more cruel than Lu Meiyan. How can she accept such parents?

She thought, she would rather not know forever.

Song Qinghuan lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her eyes to stare at Shi Yuhan with a pleading gaze, and asked softly: "If the child's mother does not show up, shall we adopt him?"

Shi Yuhan pursed her lips, her eyes were deep and unpredictable. Qi Chen gave her a vague answer: "Song Qinghuan, do you know that raising a child is not as easy as you think."

Song Qinghuan put the spoon that stirred the cup into his mouth and squeezed: "You don't want to, are you?"

Shi Yuhan hooked up his mouth, "It has nothing to do with whether I want it or not, and the child only needs his biological mother."

Song Qinghuan said sadly: "But his biological mother does not show up."

His cold lips curled slightly, Shi Yuhan looked at Song Qinghuan’s eyes and suddenly softened. He stretched out his hand and gently held her hand: "You want her to appear, don't you?"

"Huh?" Song Qinghuan nodded heavily and agreed.

The smile on the corner of the mouth gradually expanded, spreading to Shi Yuhan's face, as cold as an iceberg: "Then, let her appear!"

Song Qinghuan blinked in surprise, her water-colored eyes glowing with admiration: "When you are protected from the cold, do you have a way to get the baby's mother to appear and return to the baby?"

There is a kind of person who deserves God's love, is born three points better than others, and is also born three points more wiser than others. He says that if he can do it, he can do it, and Shi Yuhan is this kind of person.

After the baby's fever subsided, Song Qinghuan and Shi Yuhan hugged her back to the cabin.

That night, Song Qinghuan dared not let the baby sleep in the shaker, but slept on the bed with her and Shi Yuhan.

Sleeping next to him, you can feel his body temperature, and you can immediately know if something is wrong.

The night in the mountain village came very early and very long. At 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening, all the villagers seemed to have turned off their lights and went to sleep.

Song Qinghuan walked out of the cabin, then sat on the doorstep, looking into the distance, his thoughts drifting away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Shi Yuhan also walked out, and then sat down beside her, reaching out to embrace her shoulders.

He said gently and honestly: "The child is okay, you don't have to worry anymore!"