Dear Mr. Shi

After returning home in a hurry, Song Qinghuan's steps became more chaotic, and he went straight to the villa building behind. When he turned a corner, a long figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He came out of the house, still as early in the morning, wearing an ivory white sweater and beige trousers, his handsome face was indifferent and indifferent, and there was no waves because of her appearance.

Seeing that he was about to hit him, Song Qinghuan slammed his rushing steps to prevent him from rushing forward.

Lifting his eyes, he was unexpectedly deterred by a pair of indifferent black eyes!

Shi Yuhan looked down at her, cold and speechless, withdrew his gaze, and was about to leave.

Without thinking about it, Song Qinghuan stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeves, panting slightly, and said, "Wait!"

Shi Yuhan looked down at her again, dark eyes like midnight, cold and deep, and a few strands of jet black hair hung playfully on his forehead, making him expressionless and cold, looking amazingly seductive and sexy.

"What?" He asked indifferently.

Song Qinghuan raised her head in dissatisfaction, looked up at him complainingly, thinking hard about how to speak.

"Are you just abandoned by someone?" Shi Yuhan said faintly, but the words he said could poison people: "A face resentful and ugly."

abandon? The woman thinks, ugly to die? This man with a poisonous tongue has a mean mouth, and he is as hateful as his people.

Song Qinghuan was so angry that she bit her lip and pouted, staring at him for a while but still did not speak.

"Let go!" Shi Yuhan gently waved his hand, then gently waved Song Qinghuan's hand away.

"Pig head!" He suddenly added two words as he stepped forward.

This suddenly caused Song Qinghuan to jump up out of control, like a bull who started off, rushing towards Shi Yuhan amidst a series of "ahhhhh" puffs.

At the moment when she was about to hit him, Shi Yuhan suddenly turned around, and Song Qinghuan slammed into his arms like this.

It hurts! ! It's like hitting an iron block.

Song Qinghuan raised her head and stroked the painful head, thinking very sadly, he must be made of stone, so he is so cold and not like a normal person.

"Throw your arms? Huh?" Shi Yuhan looked at, with the arc of evil charm at the corner of his mouth, which was very unpredictable and elusive.

Song Qinghuan's face flushed suddenly, and she yelled ashamed and anxious. "The beauty you want! Throw your arms and hugs? It's almost the same when I gave the knife. I came to you to settle the account. You are not Shi Mu at all. Why do you admit that you are Shi Mu?"

Shi Yuhan leaned against the tree beside him, folded his hands on his chest, and crossed his two slender legs at the ankles. His cold eyes grabbed Song Qinghuan without waves, and asked her, "When did I admit that I was Shimu?"