Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan leaned back on the office chair, looked at Song Qinghuan faintly, and the corners of his mouth were hooked.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked to the lounge connected to the office.

As soon as the door of the lounge was closed, Song Qinghuan stood up frantically, then poked the pen in his hand against Shi Yuhan's departure direction, severely poking it.

Immediately, she took out her mobile phone and called the charter: "I'm sorry, charter, I may not be able to accompany you to dinner."

After waiting for the regulations for a long time, I suddenly became a little angry: "What's wrong?"

Song Qinghuan said guiltily: "There is something temporarily, I can't work overtime..."

The voice of the regulations is also a bit cold: "How long will it take, I'll wait for you."

At this moment, he thought that Song Qinghuan suddenly regretted it and didn't want to go out to dinner with him, so he found a broken excuse.

Song Qinghuan said: "Don't wait for me, you go to eat first, I can't leave for a while."

The charter was really angry, sneered, and full of coolness: "Qinghuan, it’s an excuse you deliberately found and didn’t want to eat with me, so you played with me, or you regretted agreeing to have dinner with me, and you temporarily found an excuse to refuse. ..."

Song Qinghuan frowned and bit her lip: "Regulations, am I such a person?"

"..." The regulations did not speak any more, cut off the phone, and drove away angrily.

Song Qinghuan was depressed and called the regulations again, but he refused to accept it.

"Dead rules, so I'm angry!" She murmured in a low voice, stopped calling, and continued to copy the list with a trace of desolation in her eyes.

In the office and lounge at the moment, Shi Yuhan was lying on the bed in the lounge, with his jacket taken off, wearing a white shirt, lazily unbuttoning two necklines, and putting his hands elegantly on his eyes to block the light.

Song Qinghuan's voice outside, he heard clearly, not a word.

When Song Qinghuan finished speaking the last sentence, the corner of his Junyi's mouth was slightly hooked upwards, sliding out an elegant and charming smile.

On the other side, Song Qinghuan, while copying the list, complained constantly. Until midnight, she was sleepy and hungry, and she couldn't hold it anymore, so she thought about leaning on the back of the chair and closing her eyes to rest for a while.

But I didn't expect that Xiuxiu's consciousness gradually became confused, and finally fell asleep on the table.

Outside, there was no movement for a long time, Shi Yuhan got up, walked out slowly, his tall and straight body pulled a long shadow on the ground.

When he saw Song Qinghuan lying on the table and sleeping soundly, his cold eyes suddenly softened.

Although the office was heated, it seemed a little cold after falling asleep. Song Qinghuan's body suddenly trembled.

Shi Yuhan was slightly startled, and returned to the lounge, holding her outside, covering her back very warmly.

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