Dear Mr. Shi

Almost subconsciously, his mind slid past its owner, sitting lazily and casually leaning back and reading the newspaper, Song Qinghuan was startled.

She shook her head and said she didn't want to think about it, but she was taken aback again.

The "buzzing" phone vibrated again.

"Who is it again?" Song Qinghuan frowned and muttered to herself irritably, but still took out her mobile phone.

The call was from Zhao Jingnan, er, didn't she call him just now, did she confirm with him that the email has been received? What can't be done?

Song Qinghuan had to get through because it was a call from his immediate boss.

Before she said anything, Zhao Jingnan's question came from over there: "Are you still in the company?"

"Still." Song Qinghuan replied honestly.

Zhao Jingnan gave a hum, and then said: "I have a signed document on the desk in my office. Now you take it to the top-floor office."

"Huh?" Going to the top-floor office, that's not Shi Yuhan's office. When I went to look for him at this time, Song Qinghuan felt a little out of control and his voice changed.

Zhao Jingnan frowned again, and shouted coldly, "Ah what, I don't want to work anymore, go!"

After speaking, Song Qinghuan hung up without waiting for Song Qinghuan to reply.

The sour atmosphere spread in the air, Song Qinghuan was speechless, and was almost irritated.

"Huanhuan," the charter called her with frowning, and asked: "It's your boss again, what's wrong?"

Song Qinghuan kept his mouth flat: "I still have something to do. I want to go back to the office again."

"Damn!" The regulations were so angry that they were rude and unhappy, but they said thoughtfully: "Then you go and come back, I'll be waiting for you here."

Song Qinghuan nodded, "Wait for me again, I'll be as soon as possible."

When she passed the security booth again this time, the security comrade did not make any internal calls, but just sat quietly, watching the company and the closed-circuit televisions in every corner very seriously.

Five minutes later, the elevator door Song Qinghuan was riding in opened automatically when she reached the top floor. She took the document Zhao Jingnan said and walked out slowly.

The spacious top floor was empty at the moment, with a gloomy atmosphere under the dim light. Every step Song Qinghuan took, he felt as if he were heavy.

At noon, I was here when I was guarded against the cold by the time. I smashed my respect to the ground. She was too ashamed to pick it up.

I love Ujiwu and hate Ujiwu. This place is just as disgusting as its owner. I thought that for the rest of my life, it would be best not to come here, but I didn’t expect that in a few hours, she is now back here again. .

She actually walked for a short distance for five minutes. If she hadn't been waiting for her under the regulations, she would have been waiting for her.