Chapter 615

Do you really have to put on a sack to work tomorrow?

Yu Xiaoxiao wants to cry without tears. If she really puts on a sack, she may not be able to bear it first

At the same time.

In a wide office, a tall figure is facing the door, with one hand in the trouser bag and the other in front of the windowsill. The slender fingers are hitting the good marble mesa once and for all, inadvertently matching with the second hand that tickles away.

Song Qingfeng squints his eyes and looks across the glass at the street where tall buildings get off the bus. Suddenly he feels impatient. He raised his hand to unbutton his jacket and threw it on the tidy desk nearby.

Open most of the window in front of you, feel the cool breeze blowing on your face, and take a deep breath, which slightly eases the more impetuous mood in recent days.

For a long time, what he was most afraid of was getting off track and heading in a direction that he could not control at all. His small, and that man, more and more close! Song Qingfeng thought, and his right hand slapped on the stone platform. What does he have to do to make him see the man completely?

Who is the most suitable one for her? Who is the one who is the best for her and has been accompanying her silently all the time?

Song Qingfeng thought, his chest could not stop rolling. Just when he was angry, a knock on the door started. Song Qingfeng said in a cold voice, "come in."

Then, a man in a black suit came in quietly and respectfully. He took the door with him and went straight to song Qingfeng. He didn't stop until he had some distance behind him.

"Master, the information you want."

The man reached out and handed a sealed light brown kraft paper file bag to song Qingfeng.

Song Qingfeng turned his back to him at first, and after hearing his words, he turned around. His eyes slowly fell on the file bag. He knew it was about Yu Xiaoxiao and Qi Qingfeng.

Song Qingfeng held out his hand and took the bag, but felt that the file bag was a little hot. He is afraid to open what he sees, which are the intimate pictures of Yu Xiaoxiao and Qi Qingfeng. In that way, his heart will be more uncomfortable.

Song Qingfeng closed his eyes, his white and slender fingers could not help squeezing the archive bag tighter.

The light brown paper bag was pinched and wrinkled. Song Qingfeng paused for a long time. It seemed that he had made up his mind to tear up the sealed bag and take out all the photos inside. One by one, full of Qi Qingfeng and Yu Xiaoxiao when they get along.

As a man who also deeply loves Yu Xiaoxiao, song Qingfeng can't see Qi Qingfeng looking at Yu Xiaoxiao's every place, the thick hidden tenderness and doting in his eyes.

But Yu Xiaoxiao is still laughing.

She's laughing at him!

Song Qingfeng stares at Yu Xiaoyang's smiling face in the picture, and the water in Apricot's eyes is cool. "What else?" Song Qingfeng is patient and asks aloud.

"Although Qi Qingfeng is close to Yu Xiaoxiao, it is observed that they are still at a distance." The man replied solemnly.

Keeping a distance? what do you mean?

If Qi Qingfeng knows that Yu Xiaoxiao has not really died, he should be eager to recall Yu Xiaoxiao's memory.

Unless He's not sure yet. Is Annie Yu Xiaoxiao?

"Master?" The man slightly raised his head, looked at Song Qingfeng, who had obviously lost his divine appearance, and couldn't help but make a voice to remind him.

Song Qingfeng hears the sound, and his thoughts are pulled back in a moment. He looks straight at the man in front of him with a nod and a deep look of ice cold. After a long time, slowly said: "you say, to let one person, to another person completely lost trust, how to do?"

He said it slowly, word by word, as if it were burning in his heart.

The man who was asked was stunned. He never thought song Qingfeng would ask such a question suddenly. He secretly rubbed his sweaty hands because of some nervousness. He replied with uneasiness and hesitation, "destroy his most important thing?"

The most important thing Song Qingfeng hears the words, picks up the eyebrow slightly, thin as cherry petal's lips slightly opens, murmurs. Want to destroy her most important thing? Song Qingfeng closed his eyes and shook his head. He knew that what Yu Xiaoxiao valued most now was the adaptation of the book in her hand. But he would not touch her.

She is his favorite person He didn't want to see her sad.

Song Qingfeng hands the file bag to the man in front of him and says, "deal with it." Three words, decisive and cold.

"Yes." The man understands in the heart, straight forward one step, took down the file bag. "That master, nothing, I left first."

Song Qingfeng made a light sound, then turned over and stopped looking at him. His eyes fell on the plane on the desk, but his thoughts drifted again.

Since Qi Qingfeng is still not sure that Annie is Yu Xiaoxiao, why don't he just plan Let him think again that Annie is not Yu Xiaoxiao? Take advantage of his vacillation, so that Yu Xiao can see his face clearly and stay away from him!

Song Qingfeng sipped his lips and walked slowly to the desk not far away. The fingers flicked slowly on the plane, paused a little, and then took them back.

He turned to look for his mobile phone in the drawer inside his desk. The screen lit up quickly with the touch of his fingers. Song Qingfeng presses the shortcut key, stares at a series of familiar numbers above, and listens to the ringing tone from the microphone. Until Yu Xiaoxiao's voice rings, his tense face slows down a little.

Eyebrows stretch, song Qingfeng subconsciously bent the corners of his mouth, and his voice becomes tender. "Anne."

Yu Xiaoxiao was checking the manuscript at that time, when he heard the phone ring and didn't even read the contact person, he directly connected to the phone. Hearing song Qingfeng's warm address, her whole body was stiff. The manuscript in my hand was put down for a while, and I licked some dry lips and replied, "song Teacher? "

Yu Xiaoxiao didn't expect song Qingfeng to call her suddenly. Roughly speaking, they haven't been in touch for a long time

Hearing Yu Xiaoxiao's slightly strange name, song Qingfeng suddenly fell into his heart. He closed his eyes and suddenly regretted not contacting her for such a long time. Song Qingfeng calmed his mind and said, "Annie, are you busy recently?"