Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was surprised to see Han Qianqian actually bringing a man over.

But soon she laughed, because after a few words, she found that there was something weird between the two. Although it cannot be said that the two are in love, it is definitely ambiguous. As far as the degree of ambiguousness is, there will be What kind of development?

This is not anxious, time will tell you the answer.

He is happy, Song Qinghuan hopes that everyone can live happily, joyously and happily.

Looking round and round, Song Qinghuan found that she still had a friend who hadn't come.

Yu Jingrong, the girl who helped herself in the hospital and often contacted her later, although she only met once, she often used the Internet to chat, and the two of them were particularly able to chat. Today, she also agreed to come to the wedding.

I said before that there was a traffic jam on the road and the wedding was too late, but now it should have come no matter what.

At this moment, Song Qinghuan had changed her wedding dress, wearing a big red cheongsam, and followed Shi Yuhan to greet her friends.

She took two steps away, and glanced at the door. When she was thinking about whether to call her, she saw a beautiful woman walking in the door. She wore a light green silk dress. It looks so plain, and I want to not disturb the bride's limelight today. The hair is rolled into a fluffy bun, and a few strands of hair hang down. It is playful and lazy, correct and sexy.

Song Qinghuan's eyes lit up and immediately stepped to meet her: "Jing Rong!"

Yu Jingrong smiled: "Qinghuan, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

"It's fine if you come," Song Qinghuan shook her hand, as if she had met an old friend she had known for many years.

"I wish you a happy wedding and a good relationship for a hundred years!" Yu Jingrong congratulated, and then casually swept his eyes around: "Where is the bridegroom?"

"Come here? Come... I'll introduce my husband!" Song Qinghuan said, pulling Yu Jingrong to the direction where Shi Yuhan was.

"Husband!" When Song Qinghuan's voice sounded behind her, Shi Yuhan turned around subconsciously.

When he saw Shi Yuhan's indifferent and handsome face, the smile on Yu Jingrong's face froze, and his face turned pale for a moment.

Seeing Yu Jingrong, Shi Yuhan seemed to squint his eyes in surprise, but he passed away, but his expression became colder.

Song Qinghuan didn't notice anything wrong, and only enthusiastically introduced them to the two: "This is my husband's time to keep out the cold."

"Shi Yuhan, this is my friend, Yu Jingrong who helped me in the hospital last time!"

Yu Jingrong's expression didn't consciously cool down.

She pursed her lips, then spoke word by word, but said stiffly: "Hello, Mr. Shi!"

"Hello, Miss Yu, long time no see." Shi Yuhan's voice was calm and indifferent, and there seemed to be a hint of displeasure.

"You know!" Song Qinghuan understood it by now. The two knew each other, and there seemed to be some grievances.

"Yes, we know," Yu Jingrong looked complacent, smiling, and it seemed that he had recovered as usual.

"Yes, we met through Chengyu." Shi Yuhan's good-looking eyebrows lightly raised, and understatement: "She is... your elder brother's ex-girlfriend."

At the same time, Song Qinghuan and Yu Jingrong widened their eyes in surprise.

Yu Jingrong was surprised that Song Qinghuan would actually be Li Chengyu's younger sister. The two surnames were different. How could it be his younger sister? It was unbelievable.

Song Qinghuan was surprised that Yu Jingrong would actually be her elder brother's ex-girlfriend.