Dear Mr. Shi

When I saw Yuhan and Song Qinghuan on the stairs, a bad premonition slipped through my heart. Chen Tian felt that he might not have a vacation in the coming months, or even years.

When Yuhan hugged Song Qinghuan and walked towards him, he immediately said respectfully: "Boss!"

Shi Yuhan didn't even glance at him, but hugged Song Qinghuan and went out.

Song Qinghuan was very quiet all the way back, and after questioning before, he didn't say anything.

Shi Yuhan didn't know how to explain everything she saw to Song Qinghuan.

Because his world is not what she can understand, the explanation is useless, not to mention the fact that the explanation will only appear superfluous when the event itself happened.

Suddenly, Song Qinghuan grabbed the clothes on his chest and retched violently.

The feeling of nausea came so suddenly, she didn't know if she wanted to vomit because of motion sickness. After all, the driving speed at the moment of the cold weather is not fast, and the car drove very smoothly.

Song Qinghuan's strangeness caused Shi Yuhan to immediately stop the car on the side of the road, squeeze her shoulders with a big palm, frown at Song Qinghuan's painful face, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

Another disgusting feeling came. Song Qinghuan frowned and pushed him away.

At the same time, she turned around and pushed the car door, got out of the car, bent over and vomited on the side of the road.

Shi Yuhan immediately got out of the car and came to her, frowning and asking lowly, "Where is it? Stomach? I'll take you to the hospital."

Nothing came out, Song Qinghuan gasped and shook his head painfully: "I'm just a little sick, it's okay, it's okay now...let's go back!"

She turned around and sat back in the car, slumped in the seat, so soft that she didn't have a trace of strength.

Shi Yuhan glanced at her deeply, then returned to the car and drove away again.

The trains were quiet again, the atmosphere was a little stiff, and neither of them spoke.

When Shi Yuhan drove the car, she occasionally glanced at Song Qinghuan. She closed her eyes as if she was asleep, and the expression on her face was gloomy under the street lamp.

For the first time, Shi Yuhan found that she couldn't understand Song Qinghuan, and she wasn't sure what she was feeling at this time.

But Song Qinghuan felt that Shi Yuhan should have known it.

She is a simple girl, from birth, experience, and thoughts are very simple, life may be relatively poor, but has always been simple and has never seen any gloom.

After getting acquainted with Shishi, she could see the gun and see the kidnapping. She felt that it was the limit of her life.

There are 1.3 billion people in China, and she feels that there are 1.2 billion of them, and she will never see that stuff in her life.

She always thought that she was one of 1.2 billion people.

How can I imagine that someone who has a skin close to him can get that stuff casually, and he will do such a terrible thing to hurt an unborn child.

She wanted to calm down, pretend she didn't care, she felt that if she loved someone, she had to tolerate everything about him, including his coldness and cruelty.

In fact, when she first met Shi Yuhan, she knew he had such a side, but she had to admit that when she saw Xu Meili’s child not so in front of her, she was really scared, but it made her even more scared. It was the sentence after Xu Meili.

As a woman, she believes that no woman can do it, she won't care, she won't be afraid, Xu Meili said.