Dear Mr. Shi

The reason why Bai Rubing did not ask to be sent home directly, but to the subway station, was because she knew clearly that her boss generously sent her a ride, not because of her Bai Rubing, but because of Song Qinghuan.

At this moment, she is very lucky to be able to sit up, and she can't be too tight, or it will make life boring.

After all, this matter was something she had never dared to think about.

She knew that perhaps the relationship between the general manager and Song Qinghuan was not what everyone thought, their relationship was really good, much better than the legend.

It's just that Song Qinghuan is already married, so what happened between her and the general manager?

If she doesn't understand, she doesn't want to understand the relationship between the two of them, anyway, as long as it doesn't prevent her from taking advantage of the wind to achieve what she wants.

Thinking like this, Bai Rubing's eyes passed through the rearview mirror to Shi Yuhan.

Nothing has changed from when I first saw him a few years ago. The same is an ink-colored suit, plain shirt, black leather shoes. I look lazily at the newspaper, and his beautiful lip line is faint and looks Elegant and gentle, but exudes fierce momentum.

She already knew him when she was in college, and knew that he was the light of Chinese on Wall Street in the United States, and she got the opportunity to work in his company by chance.

He personally gave the lecture to the newcomer that day. He glanced at everyone lightly, but at such a close distance, he seemed to be standing high above the clouds.

That was the first time she realized that people can stand tall and tall, and only the high life of standing can be more exciting. At that moment, she felt that she had a goal in her life.

With just one glance at this person, she became the goal of her life.

The car stopped at the red light, and after passing this intersection, the subway station was in front of him. Bai Rubing was very reluctant, but she also knew how to handle it.

The future is long, so she shouldn't rush for a while.

The "humming" sound suddenly rang. It was Song Qinghuan's phone that rang, interrupting Bai Rubing's thoughts. She turned around and smiled at Song Qinghuan: "You call!"

Song Qinghuan had already taken out his mobile phone at this moment, smiled back, and looked down at the caller ID.

It was an unfamiliar number, which made her a little bit unwilling to answer, but after hesitating, she still connected the call: "Who is it?"

"Xiao Huanhuan." The man on the other end of the phone, showing two rows of white teeth, shouted her name with a smile.

This voice is not generally familiar, it is so familiar that it can no longer be familiar.

She snorted in her heart, regretting that she had connected the call: "The regulations, it's you!"

The charter asked with a smile: "In addition to me, who else will call you, where are you now?"