Chapter 31

Song Qinghuan came back to the house full of anger and poured several mouthfuls of cold water to suppress the fire.

Song Qinghuan's decision to get married was so regretful that she wanted to marry a man whose name she didn't even know.

But for the sake of her brother, she has to endure.

It's just patience. It's a little fun!!

Song Qinghuan, who hasn't had dinner yet, goes out to find something to eat. There is no fresh food in the refrigerator.

She took out two eggs and made a dish of fried udon noodles.

Half an hour later, she put the fried noodles on the table.

Before I could sit down, there was a swipe of cards at the door of the villa, and then the big dark red wooden door was pushed open from the outside

Song Qinghuan turns around and raises her eyes, then sees Shi Yuhan coming in.

He went directly to the dining table through the living room on the first floor. Then he took the Wudong noodles and sat down on the dining table to eat.

From beginning to end, I didn't look at Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan was stunned and sat down in front of him: "Hey, are you too impolite? This is my food!"

Shi Yuhan ignored her and continued to eat with his head down

Song Qinghuan opened the chair opposite him and sat down angrily: "I said you are not polite!"

When the cold completely when she is the air: --

Song Qing was so angry that he was about to lose his mind. His fingers were tightly packed into fists.

He tried hard to resist the impulse of punching the table, breathing heavily and spitting out a mouthful of turbid air.

She tried her best to use a calm tone, but some of them were fighting against the cold: "Hey, I'll tell you something. Should you tell me clearly?"

Shi Yuhan continued to eat gracefully, ignoring the noisy song Qinghuan

Song Qinghuan took a deep breath, suddenly increased his voice and called, "Hello, I said husband, we are married, you have to tell me your name at least!"

The sound of "husband" finally succeeded in lifting Shi Yuhan up, and his deep eyes exuded strange exploration.

But only for a moment, he continued to eat his food silently.

Song Qinghuan was almost burnt inside and tender outside by the fire in his body.

Forget it, bear it!

Isn't it tolerance?! It's the same when he's finished.

About five minutes later, Shi Yuhan finally put down his chopsticks, casually leaned back on the chair behind him, lazily looked at Song Qinghuan, and gently opened his lips: "there is coffee in the third cupboard on the right. Go and make two cups."

"I..." Song Qinghuan didn't even think about it. He blurted out that he would refuse. But at random, she found something wrong. When she met her eyes, she immediately changed her mouth and said, "I'm going now. Just a moment."