Dear Mr. Shi

The special prize is drawn by Shi Yuhan himself.

Today, he is still in a suit and leather shoes, but the two buttons on the shirt underneath are not buttoned, revealing a bit of **** chest, very charming and sexy, like a noble prince who walked on the moon in the ancient century.

Ninety percent of the female employees had idiots and fantasies about him.

There was no sound at the scene, and the host’s voice slowly rang: "Finally, the most exciting time has come. Let’s ask our president to draw us today’s biggest special prize. Who will be the lucky one? It’s you, Is it you or you?"

The host's hand holding the microphone began to tremble, and excitedly pointed this to that!

The lady emcee stepped forward, turned over the lottery box evenly, and then handed it to Shi Yuhan.

Shi Yuhan's hand slowly stretched into the box.

There was another round of silence in the audience, everyone holding their breath, waiting for the final result.

"Number 7." Shi Yuhan took out the brand and spit out a number gently.

Immediately, there was a sound of "annoyance" all around.

"Damn it, I'm No. 8, one short!" Yu Yang stamped his chest and feet, it was a distraught one.

Suddenly she reacted again and yelled: "Huanhuan, you are No.7, my God, you actually won the lottery, it's not reasonable!"

Although they are here to help, they are also involved in company activities.

This uproar immediately drew the attention of countless people, and the eyes flew like knives all over the scene, which was called envy, jealousy and dare.

Regarding No. 7 is actually Song Qinghuan, Shida Boss did not expect that he raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Song Qinghuan was obviously still in a daze after being smashed by the cake falling from the sky. She had been quietly observing Tao Wenliang just now, but she didn't find any abnormality in her.

Shi Yuhan seemed to hook his lips, and his expression was unpredictable.

In everyone's breath, Song Qinghuan was invited to the stage and took the car key from Shi Yuhan. She looked at Shi Yuhan with deep eyes, as if she was asking if you did it on purpose.

Yu Yang in the audience bit the corner of his clothes, eyes full of noodles and tears, feeling angrily in his heart: "Big Boss is too unreliable, it is too stingy, how can I take the prize back in disguise? Stingy, stingy, Lonely, despise..."

After Song Qinghuan on the stage got the key, she was pushed aside in front of the special medal by the host and asked her to take a photo for nostalgia.

"Smelly Erhuan, I will protest later," Yu Yang sniffed and rolled his eyes to look at it.

Inadvertently, she found that the crystal chandelier hanging above Song Qinghuan's head swayed a bit, and then suddenly sank again, but it immediately stabilized.

Yu Yang's eyes widened in shock, thinking that the dumb lamp would not fall off, but he didn't expect that the thought hadn't fallen yet, and the dumb lamp suddenly sank again...

The scene was very noisy, with music and loud noises, these sounds completely concealed the sound of the chandelier shaking.

So Song Qinghuan, who was standing below, did not immediately notice the abnormality on the top of his head.

"Er Huan, flash on, the lights are going off!" Yu Yang yelled in horror.

Song Qinghuan's conditioned reflexes were normal. He raised his head and looked over his head, and saw the big crystal lamp above him, slamming it straight at him.

She was shocked and stunned, her face instantly pale as snow, and she wanted to run away, but her feet seemed to be sucked...

(PS: Announce today’s lucky baby: Dreaming! Let’s talk about it: readers who add to the group, please don’t repeat the add group.)