Dear Mr. Shi

She wanted to make an excuse for Shi Yuhan, and then the more she searched for it, the more she found that it was squeezing, the heart was pounding hard, too much shock, and too many questions.

However, there is no answer.

She didn't want to be suspicious, didn't want to feel that kind of feeling, the husband who slept with her was actually the idea of ​​a stranger.

But Shi Yuhan, how many things did he hide from her?

Song Qinghuan walked around without a goal, and didn't know where he went. When he saw a chair, he slumped on it. His mind was numb and entangled in many ways, but he couldn't figure out a clue.

After a while, she sighed and stared at the sea ahead in a daze.

Until I heard a voice, a familiar voice, "Dad, I don't want to marry."

Song Qinghuan heard this voice. It was Han Qianqian, today's bride. Why didn't she suddenly want to marry? What happened to her?

Hearing this, Song Qinghuan turned her head subconsciously and saw Han Qianqian in a white wedding dress speaking with a serious middle-aged man in a black suit.

From what Han Qianqian said earlier, Song Qinghuan knew that this middle-aged man was Han Qianqian's father in Korean.

Hearing Han Qianqian's behavior, Han Wen seemed to be very angry, her face turned black instantly, and she scolded Han Qianqian angrily: "Qianqian, what do you think Shijia is? If you say you marry, you will marry, if you don't marry, you won't marry.

Han Qianqian lowered her head and cried: "Dad, why do you insist that I marry someone from Shi's family? I don't want to marry Shi's family?"

The Korean complexion immediately became more ugly, angrily: "You mean, all the things you want me to leave you are cheaper than the little white face outside."

"What little white face? I didn't even look for it. How can you be sure that I will find a little white face?" Han Qianqian was also a little angry. The voice went up subconsciously.

"I'm telling you, Han Qianqian, you can only marry Shijia in this life. Today's wedding must go on," Han Wen was angry, his short beard curled up.

After he was overbearing, he ignored Han Qianqian and turned to leave.

Han Qianqian looked at her father's back and stomped her foot severely. When Han Wen's body disappeared under her eyes, she squatted down slowly.

Song Qinghuan felt that Han Qianqian would be very sad at this moment. If she knew that she had been overheard by her "rival in love", she would be even more embarrassed and angry.

Therefore, she sat quietly, without going forward to greet Han Qianqian.

But Han Qianqian kept staying, and kept squatting on the spot like this. Song Qinghuan thought that her legs and feet would be numb after so long.

Just when Song Qinghuan was hesitating whether to step forward, Han Qianqian suddenly raised her eyes to look at her. The two eyes met each other, and Song Qinghuan was inexplicably embarrassed.

At this moment Han Qianqian would definitely guess that she had heard all the conversation with Han Wen just now. Song Qinghuan groaned her lips and subconsciously wanted to explain: "I didn't mean it!"

But Han Qianqian stood up suddenly, walked to her, and sat down next to her.

"What's inside, you accidentally heard me talking last time, and I didn't intend to hear your conversation with your father this time." Song Qinghuan continued, speaking as natural as possible: "It's even."

Han Qianqian turned her eyes to look at her, not entangled in this question, not unhappy, let alone angry, but very calmly and calmly asked Song Qinghuan another question: "Song Qinghuan, you said that An Nuo wanted to marry me, is it sincere? ?"