Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan woke up the next morning, feeling a little pain in her head. What she saw when she opened her eyes was a large piece of floor-to-ceiling windows, and the fine slivers of sunlight spread in between the untightened cracks.

Shine on the velvet quilt to make the quilt softer and warmer.

She shrank her whole person inside, and didn't want to move.

She had a party with colleagues last night, and then it seemed to be drunk. Are you drunk? It doesn't seem to be. Anyway, I got in a taxi. Next...

She couldn't remember what happened next!

Song Qinghuan's mind was stunned, and she flicked off the bed and sat up, and the quilt slipped off her.

Her first reaction was to check if there was anything wrong with herself, except for the shoes, nothing was taken off.

Fortunately, it is safe, she has not been robbed.

She also had her bag on the bed intact, and her money was safe, and she was not robbed.

But is she going back to the villa? How to get to the bedroom? How do you sleep? Why is she not impressed at all?

Song Qinghuan held his head and sat there for a while, but still couldn't remember anything.

She got up and went to the washroom, thinking that if she took a shower, her mind should be clearer.

But still didn't think of anything.

Wearing a bathrobe, she came to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the cream-white curtains with a "swish", and the sunlight immediately came in, shining warmly on her body.

She pushed open the glass window, stood by the pole, and glanced over. The green trees in the courtyard, which were completely opposite to winter, were sprouts and grass was covered.

In a patch of green, she saw when she was lying on the ground, looking up at her master's son.

His master was sitting against the light, wearing only a thin beige cashmere sweater and beige slacks, his eyes were extremely quiet, and he looked down at the book in his hand.

The shards of sunlight leaped between his hair and eyebrows, no longer the cold-hearted, black-belly and poisonous tongue in Song Qinghuan's image.

The sun at the moment shone on his tall and tall body from behind, making her look awe-inspiring.

And the feeling for Song Qinghuan is also warm and jade, free and easy, and it feels kind.

Song Qinghuan couldn't help sighing in her heart, it really is a world of looking at faces, not such a handsome face, how could there be such a deceptive effect!

Knowing her gaze keenly, Shi Yuhan raised his eyes to look at her.

Retracting his gaze, when Song Qinghuan was about to return to the house, his gaze unexpectedly collided with Shi Yuhan on the lawn outside.

His eyes are really beautiful, but the expression in his eyes is too cold. If there is more color, it should look better.

Settling down, Song Qinghuan wanted to pretend to be calm, and when he continued turning back, he found that Shi Yuhan's black eyes were falling on his chest, which was very unclear...