Dear Mr. Shi

"Regret it? You still have the right to choose before returning to City A."

There is the right to choose before returning to City A, which means that there is no right to choose after returning to City A. Does he have the final say?

When Shi Yuhan said this, Song Qinghuan was not asleep.

But she didn't say anything, regretting her a little bit, but she didn't want to regret it.

"Er Huan, what are you doing, what are you thinking? Hurry up and get this pile of materials ready, and I'm going to the cafeteria for dinner."

Yu Yang's voice rang in his ears, interrupting Song Qinghuan's thoughts.

Song Qinghuan returned to his senses and said quickly: "Okay."

She shook her head, dispelled all her upset thoughts, didn't let herself think too much, and continued her work.

During the meal, Yu Yang asked her ambiguously: "Er Huan, what are you doing? I was listless all morning. Didn't you rest well last night, or you guys... um, it's been too long."

Song Qinghuan was almost choked by the food in his mouth, and his face was flushed with blood: "Yu Yang, I want to go there, you slutty girl."

"Tsk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk tusk

Suddenly, she lowered her voice and asked curiously: "Speaking of Erhuan, how did you always meet when you met?"

Song Qinghuan lowered his head to eat, and said perfunctorily: "Just let a friend introduce you, why are you so gossip?"

Yu Yang chuckled: "I've been gossiping, but you didn't know it until today. Come on, let's talk about it."

Song Qinghuan shook his head and said not to say.

Yu Yang pretended to be angry: "It's so stingy, next time you won't be able to finish your work, I will definitely not help you."

Song Qinghuan chuckled, "It seems that I have been helping you and finishing your work recently."

"Uh……"

"Haha..."

The two chatted and laughed, and after the meal they went to the supermarket next to the company to hang out.

When I came out, I saw a fried Bansu outside the supermarket. The business was very hot, and a bunch of people were waiting in line.

Yu Yang chirped that she wanted to eat too, and then took Song Qinghuan to the queue.

Song Qinghuan's cell phone rang suddenly.

The call was made by Mei Jun. There were too many people in the line, and it was very noisy. As she talked, she walked to the side of the supermarket, directly opposite the company.

I think it's like a foreigner here, and I will return to the company together after she finishes buying it.

It was a bit cold, and she shook her small steps, looking around.

In the front, outside the company's French windows, there is a row of lush larch, the crown of which is trimmed into a neat compass shape.

The light breeze blows, and the needle-shaped leaves look elegant and unrestrained.

A man is standing in front of the larch. Like Song Qinghuan, he is talking on the phone with his cell phone.

From Song Qinghuan's direction, she could only see the man's back.

At first, she didn't pay attention, but the man's back made her more and more familiar as she looked at it, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Song Qinghuan thought it was someone he knew.

But when the man hung up the phone and turned around to face her, she could definitely not think of this man.

The phone call with Mei Jun was over. She hung up and pressed the keypad lock of the phone by the way.

A flash of light suddenly flashed through his mind, and Song Qinghuan opened his eyes suddenly, looking around to find the man.

She saw that Yu Yang was talking to the man, and a tactful laughter came from Yu Yang's mouth, showing that she knew the man and had a good relationship.