Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan thought it would be a second time, but she didn’t expect that the flowers would be sent again the next day. Looking at the table like a sea of ​​flowers, Song Qinghuan made a favor and made those red eyes dazzling. The roses were given to colleagues.

She was very puzzled, and she didn't know who was convulsed. Two people in a row gave her so many roses without a signature, just asked her to sign for it!

Because of these roses, Song Qinghuan was restless all day long, always wondering who the space would be.

Until the end of get off work, I was absent-minded.

At the moment, she was living absent-mindedly for these two days, and she didn't do anything during working hours.

Yesterday it was because of Hua, Shi Yuhan and Zhang Jie, and today it was because of Hua, of course, sometimes Yuhan and Zhang Jie.

Yes, in the afternoon, Song Qinghuan heard everyone discussing again, saying that Zhang Jie came to get out of the cold, and then Shi Yuhan followed her out again, saying that the two of them were going to a banquet together at night.

Song Qinghuan felt very uncomfortable when she heard this. She was Shi Yuhan's wife. Why didn't she go to the banquet for her and Shi Yuhan, but Zhang Jie and Shi Yuhan?

She began to doubt Qi Shi's warm heart again, and it seemed that from the beginning, she could not understand his heart.

He never gave her any promises, and every time he was kind to her, it seemed that he was just to have a relationship with her.

In addition, he rarely talked to her, so Song Qinghuan was up and down, and there was always a premonition that she and Shi Yuhan would come to an end.

"Qing Huan, what are you thinking about, so ecstatic?" A deep voice rang in his ears.

Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and met a pair of clear eyes. She was a little surprised, and immediately stood up: "Help, Bit!"

Bi Yuntao smiled faintly: "Okay! You're off work, why don't you pack your things?"

Song Qinghuan realized that the colleagues in the office were almost gone, as if she and Bai Rubing were the only ones left.

Seeing Bi Yuntao, Bai Rubing stopped packing up his things and greeted respectfully: "Help, Bit."

Bi Yuntao nodded: "Get off work!"

Bai Rubing smiled and said, "I'm waiting for Qinghuan to be together, and I have something to tell her."

Song Qinghuan was surprised and looked at her: "What's the matter? Ru Bing."

Since hearing Bai Rubing's call that day, Song Qinghuan started to distance herself from her. She always felt that Bai Rubing would not be as simple as she had seen on the surface.

"Let's talk about it later." As she said, she looked at Bi Yuntao.

Song Qinghuan smiled and nodded, "Okay!"

Immediately, she also looked at Bi Yuntao: "Assistant Bit, if there is nothing to do, then I am off work."

"Rose, do you still like it?" Bi Yuntao slightly curled his lips and asked suddenly.

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in astonishment, unbelievable: "What did you say? Could it be that you gave the roses."

Bi Yuntao admitted: "Yes, I want to invite you to dinner tonight."

Bai Rubing glanced at Song Qinghuan resentfully, but calmly, smiled, and said very frankly: "Bi Tezhu, you won't be... you want to chase Qinghuan."

"Isn't it obvious what I did?" Bi Yuntao smiled brightly, facing Bai Rubing but somewhat, pretending to fail, and said: "I still have to guess, it seems that I have to continue to work hard."

When Song Qinghuan heard this, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and it was cold to his bones.