Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan quietly looked at Song Qinghuan, who was pale, and hesitated to tell her another news.

After a long silence, Song Qinghuan asked: "I would like to ask, where is Tao Wenliang, President Tao?"

Shi Yuhan took a sip of water and looked at her deeply: "Are you investigating her?"

Song Qinghuan didn't say anything, just bit her lower lip.

Shi Yuhan's slender fingers tapped the desk lightly, and finally curled his lips helplessly, and told Song Qinghuan what he knew: "Tao Wenliang is not asking for leave today, but can't come to work!"

Song Qinghuan raised his eyes, looked at him puzzledly, thinking about the meaning of his words.

"Last night, he was in a car accident while driving while drunk. It was too late when he was sent to the hospital and he was not rescued!"

Shi Yuhan said so lightly, but Song Qinghuan was shocked and dumbfounded.

Tao Wenliang died in a car accident! This realization made Song Qinghuan a little excited: "No, it's impossible, you are kidding me!"

Shi Yuhan's expression remained the same, indifferent and cold: "Do you think I am teasing you?"

Song Qinghuan couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Why is it such a coincidence? Tao Wenliang is gone, the clues are gone, and all of them are broken.

Could it be murder? Did they find out that she found Tao Wenliang, and then came to a murderer?

they? Why would she think it was them? Is there a lot of people behind this matter?

She felt the conspiracy, a very big conspiracy, and a voice in her heart was telling her not to investigate, not to investigate.

Song Qinghuan gritted his teeth and thought bitterly, trying to suppress his emotions.

Shi Yuhan kept looking at her, his unpredictable gaze seemed to see her through.

After Song Qinghuan recovered his calm, he opened his lips and asked, "You haven't answered my question yet."

At this moment, he looked at her gaze, looking forward with indifference.

He told her a lot, and he was also waiting for her to bear and trust her. Since she agreed to try with him, she naturally believed him.

"Are you in love with her?" "No!"

Song Qinghuan looked into his eyes, but these two conversations kept echoing in his ears. They were remote and long, as if floating in the sky, but they were deeply imprinted in his mind.

She felt the heart-to-heart invitation from Shi Yuhan, but she still shook her head lightly: "No, I didn't investigate him!"

Shi Yuhan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth sank with a soft touch, leaning languidly on the back of the chair, as if nothing had entered his eyes.

Song Qinghuan clearly felt that there was a big difference between Yuhan and just now.

But she didn't care anymore.

"Let's go." Shi Yuhan suddenly got up, and walked away first, the remaining chill can freeze people.

That night, when Song Qinghuan returned to the hotel, Shi Yuhan had already returned. He was sitting on the sofa, reading documents with his laptop.

Song Qinghuan looked at the alarm clock, and the hour hand pointed to seven o'clock in the evening, which was five hours before today.

She bit and fixed her gaze on Shi Yuhan.

Shi Yuhan, who was facing the computer, glanced at her with Yu Guang, then went on to focus on his own affairs, only slightly opening his lips: "Come here!"

Song Qinghuan stepped over and sat down opposite him. She took a deep breath and said softly: "You said that day, during my stay in Xiamen, I still have the right to choose."

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