I'm tired of playing. Why should I treat her so gently? She had asked twice, but he did not answer her.
Forget it, she won't ask again. There's still no answer. If Shi Yuhan doesn't want to say it, even if you ask again 1000 times and 10000 times, he still won't say it.
As for him and sichen, although he did not explain or prove anything to her, what he wanted to express seemed to have been clearly expressed to her.
In fact, it can also be said that this is an explanation.
Song Qinghuan felt that he was really a magic barrier. In the face of the cold, he still couldn't help himself.
As long as his words, or a look, can determine her thoughts.
Just like at this moment, he did not have too many words, a few light words, but can eliminate her days of irritability and sadness, let her feel at ease and contented, and then quietly rest in his arms.
She felt that she should let people find a small whip and then give it a good beating.
I used to hear that a classmate had a bad boyfriend, but I couldn't separate him. No matter how the man treated her, the woman just liked him and loved him.
She smell speech is despise very much, then still very natural and unrestrained ground says, if I how how early how, how can.
When things really happen to themselves, it is found that standing and talking without backache is the truth.
Song Qinghuan really went to sleep when he thought about it, and he slept so soundly that he didn't get up until more than four in the afternoon.
At this time, the side is empty, I don't know where to go.
She got up and went out to continue the preparation for the memorial day.
When they arrived, Si Chen and Shi Mu were almost ready. When they saw her coming, Si Chen made a mockery of her.
Song Qinghuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to do his own business.
Shi Mu has been helping her. Today, Shi Yuhan made it clear to her, and then he looked back and found that Shi Mu seemed to mislead her in the morning.
But Shi Mu was gentle and kind, so song Qinghuan didn't think much about it.
After he was busy, sichen took a bottle of mineral water and a bottle of drink. He threw the mineral water to Shimu and opened it to drink.
Shi Mu looked at him with a heavy face, then snatched the drink from his hand, "go and get another bottle yourself."
Sichen is a little reluctant, but he still doesn't say anything. He stares at Song Qinghuan, turns around and goes out again.
"I'm sorry, Si Chen is just like that, and you should not put it on him too much," Shi Mu said apologetically, handing song Qinghuan the unopened water.
"Thank you, I don't care," Song Qinghuan took the water and thought as he drank. Sichen still listened to Shimu's words.
The relationship between them should be very good.
After drinking water, song Qinghuan suddenly felt some discomfort in his stomach.
Gradually, she found that it was not generally uncomfortable, but particularly uncomfortable. There were bouts of colic in her abdomen, which intensified in an instant, as if she were drowning.
In front of his eyes, song Qinghuan suddenly fell into a trance. Then he tilted down and sat down on the ground.
The nearby Shi Mu was startled, "Qing Huan, what's the matter with you?"
Song Qinghuan sat on the ground and curled up, trying to resist the pain of wearing intestines and stirring stomach. But this made all her attention focus on her stomach. The more she did, the more painful her neck was.
It's the kind of deadly stabbing pain, intense and swift, which instantly hurts the internal organs, as if all of them were displaced.