Dear Mr. Shi

"Wow, really?"

"What is her relationship with the general manager?"

"The general manager's new girlfriend?"

"The general manager has brought many girlfriends. When did you change your taste?"

It is you and me again, the originally quiet office is about to become a lively vegetable market.

Song Qinghuan, who was in the toilet at the moment, was rubbing her temples with a headache, and called her good friend Mei Jun: "Jun Jun, let me ask you. Didn't you tell me that it was Times Group that went to Jinghong Hotel that day? Is Zhao Jingnan Manager Zhao?"

"What's the matter? Didn't you mean that you are working at Times Group today?" Mei Jun's voice was very soft and gentle, not at all like her usual turmoil, carefree.

Song Qinghuan didn't need to look at this frame to know that she was with her boyfriend.

Song Qinghuan, Mei Jun’s boyfriend, has met him several times. He is a handsome and handsome second-generation rich man who is obedient to Mei Jun, but Song Qinghuan is not optimistic about them, because this rich second-generation is like a playboy. .

Song Qinghuan said depressedly: "The person in the box that day was not Zhao Jingnan."

Mei Jun frowned and asked her, "It's not Zhao Jingnan, who is that?"

Song Qinghuan said, "I don't know, so I just ask you now, where did your news come from? Who was the person in the box that day?"

"Who cares about him? Anyway, let you join the Times Group, and hang up beforehand!" Mei Jun smiled and hung up the phone.

"A guy of the opposite **** and inhumanity," Song Qinghuan was unable to complain, but she betrayed her marriage and then entered the era.

This Mei Jun really wants to beat her!

Song Qinghuan originally wanted to take advantage of the noon break and go to the address given to her by "Manager Zhao" and ask him about it.

But who knew that it would be so troublesome for a big company to go through the entry formalities.

When everything was done, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and she had to go to work again at two o'clock, so she didn't have enough time to travel.

Had to take a taxi after get off work.

According to the above address, the taxi driver drove the car into the luxury villa area of ​​City A, but after a turn, the driver suddenly stopped, pointed to a street sign not far ahead, and let Song Qinghuan get off the car.

The street sign said: "Please don't enter unless you are on private roads!"

Song Qinghuan called a mess in the wind, rich, so headstrong, and the road can be private!

Standing at the entrance of the road, Song Qinghuan went in a few steps for the Nth time, but retreated for the Nth time.

Do you want to go in? Should I go in?

Song Qinghuan bit her lip and hesitantly sat down on a stool by the side of the road. The breeze shook her long hair draped around her waist.

At this time, a royal blue Rolls-Royce Silver Charm suddenly stopped next to her.

The car door opened, and a young man in his twenties walked to Song Qinghuan with a puzzled expression: "Is it Song Qinghuan, Miss Song?"