Dear Mr. Shi

The charter turned sideways and leaned on the cold wall. He didn't watch Song Qinghuan leave. He just lit a cigarette. In the smoke, he remembered the appearance of Song Qinghuan when he first saw Song Qinghuan.

The skin is white, the facial features are beautiful, not particularly beautiful, and it is really hard to remember at a glance.

But I don't know why, he just fell in love with her a few times, and then he imagined that he could stay with her for a long time, and imagine that after a few years, he could accompany her in the sunset.

The good wishes are like soap bubbles, which soon burst, and the two are just passing by, meeting right by the water.

Now she is a wife and a mother, but he is still standing in the cold corner, chasing her in the tobacco.

But from this moment on, he will seal all of this, his only obsession, eternal devil, will be forever sealed in the depths of his memory.

That night, Song Qinghuan asked Shi Yuhan about Zhangjie's father, but Shi Yuhan did not give him an answer.

He was indifferent, and it didn't seem to matter whether he helped or not.

What is important to him is probably whether the two brothers and sisters will add unnecessary trouble to his life.

But Song Qinghuan is very good, and he will help out in all likelihood. After helping, he and Zhang Jie were completely liquidated.

When the sound of Yuhan's even breathing came from nearby, he should be asleep, but Song Qinghuan couldn't sleep no matter what, her dim eyes kept staring ahead, finding a slightly bright light in the dark night.

She talked to Shi Yuhan about her father, but she hadn't told Zhang Jie about Bai Rubing.

This matter seemed okay, but there seemed to be something else. She didn't know whether she should tell Shi Yuhan or not. After all, the truth of Zhang Jie's words still needs to be verified.

Forget it, don't want to, let's go to sleep, Song Qinghuan turned over, and when she was about to sleep in Shi Yuhan's arms, she accidentally crashed into a pair of eyes that were as deep as the sea, shining frost and snow in the dark night.

"Huh...what are you, when did you wake up?" Song Qinghuan leaned in his arms.

Shi Yuhan raised his hand to embrace her: "What's the matter?"

Song Qinghuan closed his eyes and sighed: "I can't sleep, I feel a little upset inexplicably."

"Is it because of staying at home every day?"

"No, do you think I will have depression?" Song Qinghuan didn't tell Bai Rubing's story, and she still couldn't believe Zhang Jie. Without confirmation, she didn't tell Bai Rubing.

Of course, this decision is also because she feels that she and Bai Rubing will never have any contact.

After the ups and downs of the recent period and becoming a mother again, she particularly likes peace, and only hopes to live happily with her husband and daughter with peace of mind.

Time to protect against the cold "..."

Unanswered, Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and determined herself: "I think it might be true. There have been many things recently, and I feel uncomfortable."

Shi Yuhan asked, "Do you want me to find a psychiatrist for you?"

Song Qinghuan was startled slightly, and then he couldn't laugh or cry.

She raised her hand and tapped on Shi Yuhan's shoulder: "Is there anyone who talks like this? I can't complain about it. It's too incompetent. You have been fired!"

"Dismissal?" Shi Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

What did she fire him for? He is looking forward to this answer.

Song Qinghuan snorted coldly: "Yes, dismiss, dismiss your current position, Song Qinghuan's husband."