Dear Mr. Shi

Coming out of the elevator, Song Qinghuan, Bai Rubing, and Yu Yang walked very slowly, lagging behind.

When she stared at Yuhan's back and further away, she watched him and Zhang Jie walking out of the company, seeing them through the glass door, getting into a Marston Aden on the side of the road, and then drove away. .

Bai Rubing next to him looked at Song Qinghuan's eyes and frowned suddenly. Such a look was too familiar. She had watched her leave from the cold many times.

Is it?

Her heart was beating fast, but no matter how excited her heart was, she didn't show it on her face.

"Qinghuan, it's rare to see you having a nympho," she teased softly, but it was meaningful.

Song Qinghuan returned to his senses and saw Yu Yang's worried gaze and Bai Rubing's suspicious gaze in his smile.

She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if she had been caught doing bad things.

Hehe smiled, "I'm looking at that Miss Zhang, she is a famous host, I like her very much."

Bai Rubing suddenly realized: "She is quite famous!"

Speaking and looking towards Yu Yang, Yu Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted: "I don't like it. I'm hungry. Eat and eat."

Then he glanced at Song Qinghuan again, obviously a little worried, thinking about her husband having dinner with other women, why is she so calm?

Bai Rubing watched the small movements between their eyes, always feeling that there must be something concealing her between the two of them.

But she didn't ask, because it was useless to know that it was useless to ask. Instead of asking them, she might as well investigate it by herself.

The famous revolving restaurant in City A, in a quiet corner, Zhang Jie is elegantly demeaning, flipping through the exquisite menu to order.

After ordering, she took a sip of red wine, then smiled and watched Shi Yuhan: "Why are you so polite today that you actually invited me to dinner."

"Your father gave Shengshi's project to the times. Your help is definitely indispensable. Of course you have to ask for this meal." Although he said politely, his cold and indifferent face was only indifferent and alienated.

Zhang Jie looked at Shi Yuhan, who was dizzy with a mysterious temperament, exuding the charm of an alluring city. She knew that at first sight, she sank in.

She is a woman, she can't be too straightforward, but she has always hinted at him.

But he didn't seem to be able to receive it, which made her doubt her charm.

Zhang Jie kept thinking about it, and blurted out and asked: "You know my heart, don't you?"

Shi Yuhan looked at her lightly, and didn't mean to answer.

After a long while silent, Zhang Jie was a little discouraged and laughed: "I can never beat you than silence."

She lowered her eyes and took a sip of wine to hide her hurt gaze, and then asked seemingly inadvertently: "Is it because I'm old?"

Some time ago, on Weibo, there was a very popular paragraph, that is, a little loli born after 00, scolding a little girl born after 90 as an old woman.

Relatively speaking, as a post-80s, isn't she in touch with old women?

Men like young girls, or Shi Yuhan doesn't like her, it is precisely because of her age.

Zhang Jie comforted herself in this way, thinking that if she was a few years younger, or if she stayed with the time to protect herself from the cold, she might have another scene.

Shi Yuhan was still expressionless, and only said lightly: "You have thought about it, the most beautiful age for a woman is 30 years old."

Although he didn't say it clearly, he meant to tell her that she was not old.

When a woman was beautiful, she was 30 years old. She hasn't arrived in her 30s, and the most beautiful years have not yet come. How can she be called old!