Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was the last one to leave the office on the 60th floor. She walked out of the company slowly with her head down, and stood at the door of the company in a daze.

She was a little dazed, as if she hadn't decided whether to take the bus or the subway, or call Shi Yuhan and take his car back with him.

Just thinking about it, a black car stopped in front of her.

The car window slid down, and she saw a beautiful, sculpturally perfect profile face.

Song Qinghuan suddenly became a little nervous, bit her lip for a moment, then opened the car door and sat on it.

At this moment, there are still colleagues in the company who are not off work. They just saw this scene, their eyes widened in astonishment, all kinds of discussions and speculations.

As soon as Song Qinghuan got in the car, the car that was warm from the cold screamed forward and left quickly.

The car, completely in accordance with the rhythm of the sports car.

Song Qinghuan watched Shi Yuhan in shock, his handsome face seemed to be covered with frost.

It makes people have a smell of rain and wind.

Her face was pale, she was clutching the seat belt across her chest, her heart was extremely uncomfortable, and she looked to the side disappointedly, her whole body exuding a cold and dark atmosphere to keep out the cold, and her whole body couldn't help trembling and angry. How could he not believe her.

Actually, she shouldn't blame him for not believing, right?

After all, text messages are real, and anyone who reads them will think it is true.

Because it is true, it's just that the owner of the operation is different.

When the car stopped at the villa, no one got off immediately.

Song Qinghuan's small face was heavy, her face turned to the side, her eyes cast out the window, her voice depressed: "I only said it once, even if the text message is true, it is not me who sent it. If you want to believe it, you can!"

She thought that Shi Yuhan's anger was because she believed the text message instead of her.

When Yuhan was angry, it was because the regulations were haunting her, but she didn't tell her anything.

Of course, it was also because Shi Yuhan deliberately made one. He was angry at the illusion of a text message and wanted to warn Song Qinghuan that he should not be entangled with the regulations in the future. When the regulations entangle her, he should be told as soon as possible.

Men's affairs should be handled by men.

Shi Yuhan's face was as cold as frost, his eyes were cold and lonely, with a vaguely metaphorical anger.

He looked straight ahead, with a hint of coldness in his tone, and fell into her ears through the meager air: "Believe it or not, why don't you tell me the regulations?"

Song Qinghuan's momentum weakened, her eyes trembled, "At that time, I thought I had dealt with it, so I just..."

Shi Yu coldly snorted: "You don't need to tell me if you handle it well, then if he forces you, you don't need to tell me if you handle it well."

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in astonishment, and his face flushed angrily: "Why are you talking like this? I'm not afraid that you will think too much."

Shi Yuhan's face was cold and solemn, "I'm afraid I will think too much, or you have a ghost in your heart!"

"What the **** do I have, I am honest and ruthless!" Song Qinghuan was very angry: "I and the regulations are innocent, anyway, it is you and Zhang Jie, you are ambiguous!"

Shi Yuhan's eyes flashed with cold light, and his voice was dyed with a warning: "Song Qinghuan, make some sense."

Song Qinghuan was not afraid of him at all, and confronted him: "I am very reasonable, you are not reasonable, you are domineering and ruthless, but I am the only one who dominates. Nothing works with you. What you say is the law of heaven!"