Dear Mr. Shi

When he was hung up, he was frightened and furious.

But when he called again, when it came to the other end of the phone that the number you were calling was an empty number, those cold eyes suddenly emitted a dangerous light.

This **** dried lentil, if he didn't guess wrong and he was dragged into the blacklist, wouldn't he be afraid of his punishment?

Aren't you afraid? How could that be possible? After Song Qinghuan dragged his phone number into the blacklist, his heart felt terribly cold. The coldness and cruelty that the man left in her memory was so profound that she would feel a little bit weak as long as she thought of it.

After being dragged into the blacklist, she thought about how she would punish her in the outdated Yuhan, but she didn’t care about the future. She only felt that today she, who she is now, is particularly aggrieved, a special bun, or she would be uncomfortable if she did something Drop.

So love our land and keep it out of the cold? Just leave him on the blacklist and stay for a while!

When she was thinking about it, the charter sensed something was wrong with her, so she pondered for a while and asked, "Huanhuan, who was it just now?"

Song Qinghuan squinted at him: "What's the matter? Something!"

The regulations smiled faintly: "It's okay, just ask."

He is not a sensitive and suspicious man. He didn't hear clearly what the people over there were saying. He didn't even know if it was a male or a female. But the phone call just made him feel something was wrong. Song Qinghuan kept rejecting him. Could it be because of the call? this person.

"Buzzing" Song Qinghuan's phone suddenly vibrated again.

She was taken aback, thinking that Shi Yuhan had changed her number to call, but it was clear that she overestimated the weight of her heart in Shi Yuhan.

Shi Yuhan didn't bother to pay attention to her. He couldn't return his love. Anyway, he would be punished if she didn't obey. The punishment was until she heard it.

Zhao Jingnan called, and as soon as Song Qinghuan connected, he crackled and scolded Song Qinghuan: "What are you doing? Don't let you send me the evaluation form of this batch of newcomers before you get off work. Email address? Why are you still sending it now."

Song Qinghuan frowned, a little unclear, so: "Didn't I post it?"

"I didn't receive it, send it to me again," he said, and hung up the phone with a snap.

After he hung up the phone, his wife looked at him puzzledly: "Didn't you receive it? I saw what you were watching just now."

Zhao Jingnan glared at his wife: "What do you care about so much, eat quickly."

Song Qinghuan opened his mouth in astonishment on the other end of the phone, and said to himself when he was hung up, "How could this happen? I clearly sent it and confirmed it. Why didn't I receive it?"

The charter turned his head in doubt, and asked lightly, "Huahuan, what's wrong? What happened?"