Dear Mr. Shi

When Shi Yuhan's call came, Song Qinghuan was still sitting quietly.

When she heard the phone rang, she picked it up, saw the caller number displayed, stood up immediately, connected the phone and went to the banquet hall.

"where are you?"

"I went outside for a while, and now I'm back to the banquet." Song Qinghuan said, the other end of the phone suddenly hung up.

She was frowning, trying to blame Shi Yuhan for what's wrong, she raised her eyes and saw Shi Yuhan walking towards her, so she hung up the phone so she didn't know how to say it.

It's always the case, concise and concise.

Shi Yuhan came to her and put his hand around her shoulder: "Let's go, the wedding is about to begin."

Song Qinghuan nodded faintly, then smiled silently, "Okay!"

After two steps, she suddenly raised her eyes to look at Shi Yuhan, blinked, tilted her head, and called his name: "Shi Yuhan."

"Well," Shi Yuhan looked down at her, raised his hand and gently touched her face: "What's the matter?"

"Have you...did you concealed anything from me, about marriage?" Song Qinghuan bit her lip. Although she said with a smile, her deep voice was filled with chills.

After her voice fell, the air suddenly became a little silent, like Shi Yuhan's indifferent face, without a trace of temperature.

Shi Yuhan squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes moved slightly, "Of course not about marriage."

"You once said that no matter whether the marriage is true or flattering, we must abide by the marriage law and respect each other. I hope you don't treat yourself with mercy and discipline others. If you have any, then please work with confidentiality. Do it well, even if you don't let me know about it." She smiled sweetly, her big eyes gleaming brightly, but there was another meaning.

Shi Yuhan stopped suddenly and looked at her sharply, as if to look into her heart.

Song Qinghuan was a little uncomfortable when he saw it, and smiled softly: "You didn't mean that time is coming, the wedding is about to begin, let's go in."

Shi Yuhan didn't move, his expression still serious: "Song Qinghuan, you are now awkward like a child."

Song Qinghuan was speechless, and asked with shame, "Is there? How can I be awkward like a child? You feel wrong, or describe it wrong."

"Song Qinghuan, no matter what you see or hear, you only need to believe in one thing. You are Mrs. Shi, my wife of Shi Yuhan, and time will prove everything." Shi Yuhan's eyes narrowed dangerously, letting One can't see his emotions clearly.

Song Qinghuan ridiculed herself, lowering her eyes, concealing the true emotions in her eyes, and smirked carelessly: "When you are protected from the cold, I will just chat with you casually. My belief is not important, is it?"

Shi Yuhan always looked at her with a serious look and tone: "Important."

Song Qinghuan raised her eyes subconsciously: "Why?"

Shi Yuhan's black eyes were deep and gloomy, and gave a very profound answer: "Because I am afraid of regret."

What does the importance of her belief have to do with his regret? Song Qinghuan was a little confused, a little confused.

Stepping forward again, when they arrived at the banquet hall, the host’s voice rang happily against the backdrop of the beautiful movement: “It’s a great honor to witness the happiest romance between Miss Han Qianqian and Mr. Shi Annuo with everyone present here. Moment, now this warm road to happiness has been paved. The bride and groom are about to embark on their romantic road and open the door to their happiness. Now let us use the warm applause to invite the bride and groom to appear on the stage."