Dear Mr. Shi

"Something happened at home," Song Qinghuan casually found an excuse to prevaricate, and then changed the subject: "And I don't necessarily leave my job, and I won't approve it."

She wanted to leave her alone, but then the salary would be gone, and she didn't have much money on her. If she didn't get the salary again, she would have to drink Northwest Wind.

"Really?" Yu Yang widened his eyes in surprise: "Then you don't want to go. Come, go to the office, wait until I get off work and invite you to dinner."

Song Qinghuan thought for a while and nodded: "All right."

Anyway, she is fine. It's better to go to dinner with Yu Yang in the evening and hand over the work to her by the way. She plans not to come to work again.

As soon as the two of them entered, they saw several colleagues gathered together.

In fact, one, ironic voice, softly reached their ears: "Seeing that she is usually very well-behaved, but I didn't expect to be a bastard. She has to go to the company to seduce the president after a break!"

"Yeah, it's disgusting. It's shameless to be messing around outside, attracting this man and that man, and being insecure in the company. It's really shameless to seduce this and that."

"You said, she went to the top floor to find the president, would she really seduce the president."

"Don't worry, no, the president hates her very much, and the president doesn't have that bad vision."

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At this moment, Song Qinghuan really thought that she was a little confused, or if she didn't come to the company today, she wouldn't hear these hurtful gossips.

Although I knew some people had been talking about her behind, she still felt sad when she heard a colleague from a department scolding him in a disgusting tone.

After all, she has a pretty good relationship with them at work.

Unexpectedly, in the back, they would actually call her like this.

It was different from Song Qinghuan who was at a loss and stood stiff and pale, and Yu Yang strode forward, frowning and shouting at them: "I said you people, why can't you work well."

Everyone was surprised that the heroine they were discussing came in, and the discussion stopped, as if nothing happened, and quickly returned to work.

After all, they look down on Song Qinghuan again, but she has a backstage, and most people can't afford to offend her.

Yu Yang was a little sorry, but looked at Song Qinghuan: "Er Huan."

Song Qinghuan held his breath, gritted his teeth for composure, and pulled out a smile: "Yu Yang, let's eat tomorrow, I have something to do today, let's leave."

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Yu Yang knew that the atmosphere was embarrassing, and Song Qinghuan would not want to stay longer, and naturally she would not force it.

But when he turned around to send Song Qinghuan to Song Qinghuan, he turned his head and gave some people a hard look.

It was still early, Song Qinghuan was lying in bed and playing with her mobile phone.

Playing with the phone, he dropped aside, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, the cold and indifferent face in his mind, and the warm face of his brother.

She thought about a lot of messy things, and when she thought about it, she felt sleepy.

Just as she was about to go to bed, her cell phone ringing suddenly disturbed her.

Song Qinghuan's tone was obviously not very good when he was woken up just before going to bed: "Who?"

On the other side of the phone, no one answered for a long time, it was very quiet, with a hint of coldness.

Song Qinghuan frowned, thinking it was a wrong call, or someone was boring, making a harassing call. When he was about to hang up, a low, cold voice came from over there: "Go home now!"

A brief one-sentence command sounded, without any cause or effect.