Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Xiuren said coldly: "This is how you want to do it now, or whether you want to believe it or not, you can do it yourself, blame me for not telling you everything earlier, but Shouye, when I gave you this name, you just You should know that my family business depends on you."

Shi Shouye slowly twisted his cigarette butt, and a ridiculous flash of shocked eyes: "So, Dad, you have already figured out a countermeasure, haven't you?"

"It's just a trivial matter. Why should you worry about it? Everyone has dead spots and weaknesses. You can solve everything naturally if you find it right." Shi Xiuren said slowly, smiling coldly at the corners of his mouth, like a handful The sharp blade, the muddy and sophisticated eyes, are bottomless, and there seems to be a violent storm inside.

Shi Shouye's eyes suffocated: "Dad, you mean..."

The air was unusually thin, and Shi Xiuren pursed his lips, with a ruthless gaze covering him, "You know what I want to say and how to do it, you should know."

Shi Shouye was still in a shocking world. After a while, he closed his eyes and nodded slowly.

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After having lunch in Heshi Yuhan, Song Qinghuan went back to the company alone first. As soon as he walked into the office, he was amazed by the sight in front of him.

God, when did her desk become a sea of ​​flowers? Who gave these flowers? Is it time to keep out the cold?

It's impossible. When I was eating, Shi Yuhan didn't talk about flowers at all.

"Qinghuan, a lot of flowers, are they from your husband!" Seeing Song Qinghuan came back, Yu Yang immediately surrounded him.

Immediately, a group of gossip female colleagues also immediately surrounded Song Qinghuan, with an expression of jealousy and envy.

Song Qinghuan's body was surrounded by the women, there was no gap, and she could barely breathe.

"What a beautiful rose, which handsome guy gave it, so romantic and chasing it?" The female colleague on the side was chattering non-stop, the envy on her face was even clearer.

"Don't guess at all, we Qinghuan is already married. This was given by her husband." Yu Yang said.

"Wow, Qinghuan, your husband is so romantic, introduce us to him another day?" Some people may still be dissatisfied with Song Qinghuan, but some people have gradually changed their views on her.

Just because Song Qinghuan is easy to get along with and is warm-hearted, she always takes the initiative to help some colleagues.

Therefore, some colleagues are getting better and better with her now.

Song Qinghuan held her forehead with one hand, looked at them helplessly, then looked at the red roses, shook her head with a puzzled expression, and then pulled the corners of her lips: "It doesn't seem to be from my husband. He is not romantic at all. I don’t know how to do romantic things either. As for who gave it to me, I actually don’t know who it is."

Everyone was shocked and suddenly stopped talking. However, there was only a pause for a few seconds, and some people were surprised to say: "Is it Bi Tezhu?"

"what?"

"Today, I heard the secretary of Butterfather said that He asked her to call and buy flowers as a gift."

"Wow, it's true!"

"Didn't Qing Huan have a husband? How could Bit Helper still give it away!"

"This is not necessarily true, Bit Help may not know, so he will send it."

Song Qinghuan had a headache when you said something to me, but she really didn't know who owned the flower.

Is it Bi Yuntao? It seems impossible. After all, Bi Yuntao saw that she and Shi Yuhan were attending Shi'anuo's wedding banquet together.

But if it wasn't for Bi Yuntao, who would it be?