Dear Mr.Shi

When it was cold, he untied the cufflinks, rolled up the sleeves a little, turned on the light of the mobile phone, and put it aside to aim at the position of the light tube.

Then he stepped on the washstand and skillfully lifted the lampshade.

Song Qinghuan just watched, but she didn't help. However, for the first time, she found that there was a kind of man in this world. No matter what he did, he was still charming with Wang GUI's elegant posture

When the cold check, and then the lamp removed.

Then he came down from the lavatory and passed song Qinghuan. He told her faintly, "the lamp is broken. The lamp in the kitchen is the same as that in public health. I'll change it first. You can let aunt he deal with it tomorrow."

Song Qinghuan is crazy about beautiful men.

Hearing the voice, she quickly covered up her embarrassed look: "Oh, good!"

It's a crime for a man to be so handsome and charming!

After a while, Yuhan came from the public bathroom next door, holding the lamp in his hand. Then he came to the kitchen silently and changed the lamp in the kitchen.

Then he left without saying a word and took away all the air conditioning in the room.

Song Qinghuan really didn't know whether it was malignant to get along like this.

But she has a feeling that such a life has been circulating, day after day, sooner or later she will go crazy.

So she has to adapt so that she won't go crazy on the day her contract expires.

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when she went to work the next day, although her "husband" had made it clear that she would not be allowed to leave the time group, she still kept up her spirits and waited for the storm.

The elevator door slid open and Zhao Jingnan arrived at the company at 7:55.

According to Yu Yang, he is a man with a strong sense of time. He arrives at this point almost every day and is not bad at all.

"Song Qinghuan, come to my office!" His shoes heavily stepped on the ground, making a clear sound, all the way to the manager's office.

Yu Yang immediately went up and asked in a low voice, "Qinghuan, what's the matter? Did something happen yesterday? "

"Nothing's wrong!" Song Qinghuan casually perfunctory a, then quickly step to the manager's office.

Sitting on the wide leather chair in the office, Zhao Jingnan looked up at Song Qinghuan with no expression: "yesterday, I went to see a client with manager Wang. What happened?"

Song Qinghuan bowed his head awkwardly, held his hands in an awkward way, and whispered: "manager, something happened yesterday..."

Without waiting for her to finish, Zhao Jingnan immediately interrupted her, slapped her hand on the table, completely changed his calm appearance, and said angrily, "do you know boss Tan is our big customer?"

Song Qinghuan bit his lip and said nothing