After Shi Yuhan had dealt with it, song Qinghuan had not brought the noodles.
When he was worried about whether she would quarrel with Jin Lin again, the alarm finally rang. He got up and went to open the door. Then he saw song Qinghuan coming in with three bowls of noodles on a tray. The noodles were covered with a burnt egg. It was really delicious.
So fried eggs, no wonder it took so long?
Sitting on the dining table, he took the bowl and looked at the other two bowls of noodles, "three bowls? You want two bowls? "
Song Qinghuan jokingly said: "when the cold, your son also want a bowl?"
When the cold pick eyebrows: "my son?"
Song Qinghuan came to Zishi with a bowl of noodles, touched his head, and said, "I mean Zishi!"
When the cold pause, just slowly way: "he is not my son, I do not raise a son."
Song Qinghuan some listen not quite true, subconsciously asked: "what do you say?"
Shi Yuhan continued to eat noodles. His posture was noble and elegant, and his facial expression did not change. He was still indifferent: "Zishi is not my son."
Song Qinghuan bit, chuckled: "I mean the next sentence."
When the cold chew slowly swallow a moment, seems to be thinking about something.
He suddenly put down his chopsticks, sat up straight and quietly looked at Song Qinghuan. After a pause, he said, "I don't want children."
Now he changed the word "son" into "child".
The smile on Song Qinghuan's face suddenly condenses. He looks at him like an alien and asks, "why do you suddenly think so?"
Cold thin lips light pursed do not speak, when the cold seems to be thinking.
Half a sound, he opened his lips: "not now, but all the time. I don't want children. I just don't want to. I don't know why!"
Indifference tone and look, let Song Qing heart was stabbed, originally light heart straight bottom.
Her face suddenly became extremely ugly. She frowned suspiciously and looked at Shi Yuhan: "China is a traditional country. When Chinese men and women get married, they all want children. It should be taken for granted. Why don't you want to?"
Shi Yuhan zhengse said: "Song Qinghuan, nothing in the world is taken for granted, son. I don't know if I will think about it in the future, but I don't want children now. Besides, we're not very good now?"
Song Qinghuan bit his lip. Quietly looking at him, and then slowly droop his face, chin are close to the chest.
When the cold can not see her mood, sitting quietly, slender fingers raised, stay in slightly twisted between the eyebrows.
A moment later, he said again: "you are still young, and you are not suitable for having children. Don't you want to check your brother's affairs? If you really want to have a baby, you can't care about it, so let's talk about it later. "
"Oh." Song Qinghuan was stingy, but his voice choked.
She has fully understood the meaning of Shi Yuhan. He doesn't want children now, but she doesn't understand whether Shi Yuhan doesn't want her and his children, or does he want none of them?
At this moment, song Qinghuan felt a kind of indifference and loneliness. He was talking to someone who was opposite him. When he cooked noodles, he tried to taste delicious. But why did he feel so bad now?
Two people sit quietly, suddenly, when the cold thin lips gently open, low magnetic voice overflow thin lips: "time."
(PS: announce yesterday's lucky Reader: magic night of demon rain.).. I'd like to recommend Ding Bao, the author of his favorite article "the daughter of the proud world: chasing a prince to be a concubine."