Dear Mr. Shi

Subconsciously, Song Qinghuan shook his head, trying to tell Shi Yuhan that it was not.

But she couldn't say veto, because she really hadn't thought about telling Shi Yuhan about it.

Her conceited reason disappeared. She quickly sat next to Shi Yuhan, stretched out her hand to grab his arm, and said in her mouth: "I just think the matter is over, I don't want to block you, and then I didn't tell you. ."

Shi Yuhan's indifferent gaze fell on Song Qinghuan's hand holding him, and slowly brushed his hand down.

The strength of the hands was so strong that Song Qinghuan breathed in pain.

But Song Qinghuan still didn't let go. She held on firmly, and said pitifully, "When you stay away from the cold, don't be angry!"

Shi Yuhan's lips curled slightly, but it was as cold as ice and snow: "My wife and other men can't make it clear, I still know from a third party, not angry? Do you think I am not a man?"

These words made Song Qinghuan feel bitterly cold.

She tried her best and shook her head: "No, I didn't talk to him clearly. The text message is fake."

Shi Yuhan squinted his eyes and looked at her coldly, "What I said was unclear, I didn't mean to find out because of something, but that he has been entangled with you, but you didn't tell me. Also, the text message is true. , Zhang Jie didn't lie to you, I shouldn't break the phone of the regulations, I should let you take a look."

With eyes full of shock and inconceivability, Song Qinghuan's eyes widened: "No, it's impossible, how could it be true, impossible, false or false, must be false!"

She murmured, her heart was out of control, beating fast and "bang".

Shi Yuhan will not lie to her, so the text message must be true, and Zhang Jie is impossible to lie to Shi Yuhan unless there is a text message.

how could be? Impossible, she really didn't send a text message to the regulations!

How is this going?

When she goes to work, she doesn't carry her mobile phone with her. She often puts it on her desk. Could it be that someone sent her mobile phone.

Who could it be?

Is it Wu Ruijuan? Is it Zhu Xiao? Is it Su Yongxin? Still Michelle, Zhang Miaolong...

The names of all the colleagues in the same office were all passed through Song Qinghuan's mind, and finally two names appeared, Bai Rubing and Yu Yang.

The more she thought about it, the more she found it impossible. No one was possible, but it seemed that everyone was possible.

The office is very quiet, the wall clock on the wall is ticking, ticking, ticking.

Song Qinghuan looked distressed, and looked up at Yuhan, as if to say something.

But Shi Yuhan said one step ahead of him: "You go down first, let's talk about what you have to go back."

Song Qinghuan felt a stunned thunder, which exploded in the heart, and the intense pain compressed the nerve endings and spread to the limbs.

What does it mean? Don’t you believe her?

I don't know when the hand that kept the arm from the cold while holding it was released.

Song Qinghuan opened her red lips weakly, but she couldn't speak. The severe pain swept through and overwhelmed her. She was motionless, her head drooping.

Shi Yuhan looked at her with a deep and nice voice: "You have to work overtime until twelve o'clock. If you don't go to the cafeteria, you will be out of food."

Song Qinghuan stood up slowly, she was already unable to explain anything.

If the text message was true, she would not explain it anymore. If Shi Yuhan wanted to believe it, she would still believe it, and if she didn’t believe it, she would not believe it.

She left Shi Yuhan's office, but instead of going downstairs to eat in the cafeteria, she went to the top floor rooftop.