Dear Mr. Shi

Zhao Jingnan admitted that he did not have the courage to dismiss Song Qinghuan. You know, she was the person sent directly by the big boss.

Wang Yiling held back her anger. She took a few deep breaths and gritted her teeth and said: "Okay, talk tomorrow and talk tomorrow. Boss Tan is our important housekeeper, you know, now it’s gone, it’s gone, you can figure it out anyway!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone with a bang.

Song Qinghuan returned to the villa, already exhausted.

She didn't turn on the light, and collapsed on the sofa weakly.

I really want to sleep like this. Anyway, the heating is on in the villa, and it won’t be cold to sleep here, but my chest is stuffy, which is particularly uncomfortable.

After lying down for a while, she would get up again, got up and pushed open the glass door on the balcony, leaned lazily on the European-style iron railing, and fixedly looked ahead.

I don't know if I don't come out, there will be such a charming night scene here.

Sure enough, the villa mansion area is different. It can have a panoramic view of half of the city. I have to praise it. It's so beautiful.

His eyes were a little dry by the cool breeze, Song Qinghuan raised his hand and rubbed it, and gently shook his little head.

Putting her hand down, she saw a black figure on the opposite balcony. He merged with the night, and only those cold eyes shone with bloodthirsty rays like wild animals.

"Who?" Song Qinghuan was taken aback, subconsciously stepped back, and then reached out to turn on the balcony lights.

The dim light shone straight over, allowing Song Qinghuan to see the cold and evil face behind the dark night.

She raised her hand and patted her chest: "When did you stand where? Why don't you make a sound? You don't know how scary people can be!"

"Before you came." Shi Yuhan put his elbow on the railing and looked at the charming night scene.

"Oh~" Song Qinghuan replied in a low voice. Seeing that this guy was in a good mood, he actually answered her, so should she tell him something?

Not to mention anything else, at least tell him that she was in trouble tonight.

I finally joined the Times Group and got married for two years, but don't be kicked out so easily.

Tell him, isn't he Shimu? Since it was the special assistant of Times Group, he should be able to help her.

The evening breeze blew the hair messy, and the ends of the hair swept across his face. Song Qinghuan stretched out her hand to wrap them back behind her ears, and said softly, "Um...what are you doing here?"

Her voice was blown away by the wind, and the ending was soft, soft and intoxicating. Maybe not the most beautiful, but the voice is absolutely wonderful.

Shi Yuhan didn't answer her, just turned his attention to her.

Reading everything from her face, he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth without concealment, with a smile.

This woman always has a feeling that makes him want to torture her.

why?