Song Qinghuan was the last one to leave the office on the 60th floor. She walked out of the company and stood at the door of the company.
She was a little dazed. She didn't seem to be sure whether to take the bus or the subway, or to take a ride with him when she called.
Just thinking, a black car stopped in front of her.
As the car window slid down, she saw a beautiful, sculptural and perfect side face.
Song Qinghuan was a little nervous suddenly. He bit his lip and thought about it. Then he opened the door and sat on it.
At the moment, there are still colleagues in the company who have not finished work. Just seeing this scene, they suddenly stare with astonishment, all kinds of comments and all kinds of guesses.
As soon as song Qinghuan got on the bus, his car whistled forward and left quickly.
Cars and cars are driven in full accordance with the rhythm of sports cars.
Song Qing looked at the cold with delight and surprise. His handsome face seemed to be covered with frost.
Let a person have one kind, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind falls the flavor of the building.
Her face was pale, and she was holding the seat belt across her chest. Her heart was very stuffy. She looked to the side in disappointment. She could not help shivering and angry when she was full of cold and dark breath. How could he not believe her.
Actually, she shouldn't blame him for not believing it, should she?
After all, SMS is real. Anyone who reads it will feel it is true.
Because it is true, but the owner of the operation is not the same.
When the car stopped at the villa, no one got off immediately.
Song Qinghuan's face was heavy, his face turned aside, his eyes turned out of the window, and his voice was depressed: "I only say once, even if the message is true, it's not me. You can write it or not!"
She thought that when Yuhan was angry, she believed in the text message but did not believe her.
And when the cold angry, it is because the Charter around her, but she did not tell her anything.
Of course, it's also because Shi Yuhan deliberately made one. He was angry with the fake text message and wanted to give song Qinghuan some warning. In the future, he was not allowed to entangle with the articles of association. When the articles of association entangled her, song Qinghuan's momentum was weak, and his eyes trembled. "At that time, I thought I had dealt with it well, so..."
Shi Yuhan snorted coldly: "if you handle it well, you don't have to tell me. If he forces you, you don't have to tell me if you handle it well."
Song Qinghuan's eyes widened in amazement and his face flushed with anger: "how can you talk like this? If I don't say it, I'm not afraid that you will think more."
When the cold face cold solemn, "afraid I think more, or you have a ghost in mind!"
"What the hell do I have? I'm fair and square!" Song Qinghuan was very angry: "I'm clear with the regulations. Anyway, it's you and Zhang Jie that make you ambiguous."
When the cold eyes flashing cold light, voice dyed warning: "Song Qinghuan, speak a little truth."
Song Qinghuan was not afraid of him at all, and opposed him: "I am very reasonable, you are unreasonable, you are overbearing, cold and ruthless, self-respect, what reason is not feasible here, your words are natural reason!"