Dear Mr. Shi

When Song Qinghuan woke up again, she lay on the bed in her bedroom.

She stared at the ceiling blankly for a while, and seemed to think of what happened before she fell asleep.

Closing her eyes wearily, she pulled over the quilt and hid herself inside, tears welled up in an instant.

Her brain hurts, and her heart hurts. She hates the time to keep out the cold, hates him for being kind to her, hates his gentleness to her, and hates the phone he gave her.

She would never use that cell phone again, even if she didn't have a cell phone, she would never use it again.

That morning, she and Zhao Jingnan asked for leave. They used breakfast when they felt warm, and they left the room after they had already left.

She took her handbag and two sets of clothes. She went directly to Mei Jun's house and said she missed her and planned to stay with her for a few days.

Mei Jun obviously found that something was wrong with her, but she didn’t say anything. She has known Song Qinghuan for so long. She knows Song Qinghuan’s character very well. She will tell her if she can say something. If she doesn’t want to say something, she still won’t ask. tell her.

After staying at Mei Jun's house for a few days, she never saw Shi Yuhan again, and Shi Yuhan never looked for her. It doesn't matter if she returns home or not.

Song Qinghuan didn't want to live so close to Shi Yuhan anymore. She asked Mei Jun to help her find a house. If possible, she wanted to move out of the villa.

But after searching for several days, no suitable house was found.

In the next few days, Mei Jun moved directly to her boyfriend's house and gave the rented house to Song Qinghuan.

Another few days passed, Song Qinghuan still did not return to the villa, and Shi Yuhan still did not find her.

However, during this period, she encountered the outdated protection from the cold once, in the company.

At that time, there were four or five people, all in suits and leather shoes, handsome and sunny, and Shi Yuhan was walking in the forefront, like stars and moons, with strong facial features, outstanding temperament, such an outstanding man, he was dazzling among this group of people. focus.

At that time, she was holding a thick pile of materials, and He Yu Yang was waiting for the elevator. He took the group of people and stood not far from her.

When the elevator came down, she and Yu Yang immediately retreated subconsciously, leaving the elevator to them.

In the end, there was still a place. Yu Yang took it and walked in. Song Qinghuan was still hesitating outside. When he wanted to wait for another elevator by himself, Yu Yang gave her an impatient look: "Er Huan, hurry up. "

After another period of time, the relationship between Yu Yang and Song Qinghuan got better and better.

She always said that Song Qinghuan was a bit distressed sometimes, so now she changed her slogan to divinity.

Song Qinghuan pursed his mouth and walked in without a word.

There were only six or seven people in the elevator, and everyone stood next to the elevator wall, leaving the most room for the cold weather.

Song Qinghuan was the last to come in. Song Qinghuan could only stand in front of him with his back to him.

The two were so far apart, and they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with them.

The elevator stopped at twenty, and two or three people came in again, and she was squeezed in by them.

She stepped back subconsciously, and a hot chest was attached to her back. Song Qinghuan's whole body instantly became stiff, and her heart beat fast.

She squeezed forward stiffly, trying to stay away from him, but she could always feel his breath, spraying it on the back of her neck like this.

After finally reaching the 60th floor, Song Qinghuan felt that her body was about to numb, and she almost ran away from the elevator quickly.