Chapter 136

Song Qinghuan was not happy and said, "nothing. Our manager has something to do with me. I want to go back to the company and send an email to my manager."

That document is stored in the company's computer. If you want to send it to Zhao Jingnan again, you can only return it to the company.

The Charter was not happy, and his face turned black: "what's the matter? I have to go back to work after work."

Song Qinghuan said helplessly: "there's no way. It's my job. It's like this at work. The boss is God. He can do whatever he says. You have to do whatever he asks you to do."

Regulations disdain to "Chi" a, suddenly the corner of the mouth and a smile.

He looked at Song Qinghuan with deep love in his eyes and said with a smile, "Huanhuan, don't do it. Marry me and I will support you."

Song Qinghuan gave her a look: "do you want to send me? If you don't, let me get off here."

The rules were boring again, but they didn't make a sound.

He just turned around at the next traffic light, carrying song Qinghuan to the time group.

At the gate of the company, song Qinghuan asked the articles of association to wait for her outside. She went to the office alone. No, it's stipulated in the company's articles of association.

There is a security guard in the security booth outside the times group. After checking song Qinghuan's ID, he let her in.

After Song Qinghuan's figure enters the company lobby, the security guard dials an inside line.

He said respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Shi, Miss Song has arrived at the company."

"Well," is a very concise word, indifferent tone, with a touch of rampant evil.

Ten minutes later, song Qinghuan sent a document and walked out of the company. After passing the security booth, the security guard called an inside line: "Hello, Mr. Shi, Miss Song has left the company."

"Well!" Or a light word, tone and before no change.

As soon as he walked out of the company, there was a cold wind blowing. Subconsciously, song Qinghuan held himself gently with both hands, feeling that the air conditioning was too heavy.

Lifting his eyes, he saw the black figure, waiting for him silently by the car.

Hearing the sound of footsteps and looking up, you can see song Qinghuan. He immediately welcomed up with a smile: "ready, you can go to dinner?"

Song Qinghuan made an "OK" gesture.

As soon as I turn my eyes, I can see that the low-key and luxurious Maybach, which I am sitting in, is stopping beside the stone lion of the company. It is as cold and solemn as its owner. The perfect line is shining with a glimmer of light because of the yellow street lamp.

Almost subconsciously, his mind slipped past its owner and sat idly behind reading the newspaper. Song Qinghuan was startled