Dear Mr. Shi

Han Qianqian bit her lip, her voice subconsciously raised: "No, their mother and son killed my mother, unless I die, otherwise I will never let him into the Han family, and then cannibalize the Han family bit by bit.

As she said, she sneered bloodthirsally, and a huge surging wave rose from the deep water eyes, like a boat floating up and down on the sea, all of it was the light of destruction!

She gritted her teeth: "They just know how to do it, **** it, why should I kill my mother and be happy. Why can I still have the control of the Han family? The Han family is not only owned by my father, but also by my mother. Copies!"

"Enough!" At that time, the fingers overlapped in the cold, where he sat gracefully and calmly.

His simple sentence is like a superior emperor giving orders.

Han Qianqian's brain started to ache, and she bit her lip without making a sound.

Shi Yu Leng said: "Your own mentality is not correct, what qualifications do you have to demand others?

"What do you mean by this?" Han Qianqian frowned.

She hung her head, and sour words came out from her throat: "Brother, you promised my father will help me take care of me."

Shi Yuhan’s expression became colder and colder: "I am a person who keeps faith in the cold, but I am not a kind person, and I do not have the hobby of universal living. I promised your father will take care of you, but not unconditionally, take care of you. The prerequisite for this is that you are already married to Anno."

"Brother, are you forcing me?" Han Qianqian's voice seemed to hiss from his throat.

"Do not do to others what you don't want," Shi Yuhan said indifferently, then looked down at the document, and at the same time raised his hand to signal her to leave.

Being rejected, Han Qianqian knew that it would be useless if she stayed in a stalemate. The things Shi Yuhan decided could not be changed.

She was confused, she didn't know how she came from the Times Group, and how she returned home.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, when she saw it, An Nuo was standing still, with a straight body like a petrified statue.

When she saw her coming in, her eyes were suddenly palpitating, and she looked at her affectionately: "Cici, you are back!"

The simple words made Han Qianqian feel sad.

She rushed over, hugged Shi Annuo, and started crying loudly.

It's not sobbing, or choking, but weeping presumptuously, tearing.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Shi Annuo's face was trivial, with a worried and concerned expression on his face.

Growing up with her, he hadn't heard Han Qianqian cry before, but he had never cried like this, crying so terribly.

Ignoring his inquiry, Han Qianqian cried desperately, like a flash flood that had been suppressed for too long, bursting out in an all-round way.

Shi Annuo hugged her tightly. He closed his slightly hot and humid eyes, and couldn't help but stick to Han Xiqian's face, his fingers wrapped around her hair, pressed her in his arms, and listened to her voice. From the sharp heart-piercing, to the dull, low-pitched whistle.

Recalling the point that she had completely lost control just now, Shi Annuo thought that she must have encountered something today, coupled with her long-standing strength, sadness, and sorrow of losing Hangeul, so in an instant, everything poured out.

There was a trace of scarlet in his eyes, and Shi Annuo whispered in a low voice, "Cici."

Han Qianqian was still crying, she only cried, she didn't say a word, and she shouldn't.

Shi Annuo felt that the cells all over his body were aching, and his heart was aching like being stabbed by a knife.