Natural Apathy

Inside the car, there was a classical guitar playing "Canon". The deep night was blended with the gentle and smooth sound of the classical guitar, just like a cup of undissolving mellow coffee, which was introduced to Shen Zhe.

"The recitation is so cute." Shi Qing sat in the front passenger seat, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curling up whenever she thought about her.

"Not bad." Lei Yunhan didn't have much of an expression on his face. He just coldly expressed his thoughts.

"Yun Han, do you really not like children?" Shi Qing looked at him. He had known him for almost twenty years, and every time he saw him, his heart would still beat faster.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Lei Yunhan noticed Shi Qing from the corner of her eyes.

"You're pretty! Even now, I still can't believe that you're really my husband." Her eyes were filled with love as she looked at Lei Yunhan.