Chapter 129

Name:Dear Mr.Shi Author:Beauty Jiang
As soon as the door was closed, her tears came out. Chen Tian was sitting in the assistant room beside him. When he saw song Qinghuan crying, he was slightly surprised: "madam, you..."

"I'm not your wife. Don't yell!" Song Qinghuan roared this sentence, then quickly ran to the elevator.

Don't know why, the heart suddenly good uncomfortable, good uncomfortable.

Just one person seems to be infatuated with the most beautiful flower in the world. Because of the fear of falling, want to pick and dare not pick.

Because of this indecisive mood, people are more and more willing to give up, more and more like, but also let people find that flowers are proud, do not want to be picked.

It only likes to open in the place where it grows. Anyone who has to pick it by force will fall into a cliff.

She came back to the personnel department with tears, but instead of entering the office, she went to the toilet.

Close the door, sit on the toilet, hold your knees, bury your head in it, and start to sob.

She didn't dare to cry, and she didn't allow herself to cry freely. She didn't know why, but she didn't think it was worth it.

Song Qinghuan thought that no one knew about crying, but someone saw it in the toilet at that time, so in less than an hour, the story of her crying from the president's office spread all over the company.

Everyone knows that song Qinghuan was scolded by the president and ran out crying. For this matter, we certainly don't think that she has any unusual relationship with the big boss.

Song Qinghuan is the person introduced by the general manager, but he has been making trouble in the company, so the boss can't see it any more, so he calls her up and scolds her severely.

And warned her not to make any more mistakes, or let her get out of the company.

It's vivid, as if they're right next to them, seeing things happen.

People who have a good relationship with song Qinghuan and are kind-hearted are worried about her, hoping that she will not be affected.

For others, half of them hold a high attitude that it's none of their business, while the other half gloat and wait to see when song Qinghuan will be driven out of the company.

On this day, it seems that because of song Qinghuan's tears, a layer of gloomy color suddenly appeared.

In the afternoon, thunder and lightning roared, and there was a storm. All the time, everyone was off work, and the rain had not stopped.

Song Qinghuan was very busy in the afternoon. Zhao Jingcheng said that if he gave her a big check on the employee information at the end of the year, she would really be responsible for it alone.

The high stack of information, stacked on Song Qinghuan's desk, completely covered song Qinghuan's body.

She can't finish so much work for several days, so she has to work overtime.

Fortunately, she was not the only one who worked overtime on this day, but also Bai rubing.