Dear Mr. Shi

There was a car parked in the shadow of a tree, and someone in the car had been watching her steadily.

After seeing Song Qinghuan's slender figure and slowly walking into the villa complex, the people sitting in the car breathed quietly as water, suddenly revealing a bit of sourness.

Zhang Jie bit her lip, her eyes were red instantly.

As a popular host nowadays, her unique profession distinguishes her from most beautiful women, making her beautiful but not hollow, and very personal.

Coupled with her status as the child of a senior cadre, no matter how hypocritical, arrogant, or overbearing she is, many men are still eager for her.

When she met the cold, she liked it at a commercial cocktail party, and at first she only thought of pure appreciation. After all, she had seen a lot of excellent men.

But after a few simple conversations, she found that she wanted to be close to this man very much, trying to make him feel very cold.

Haughty, she thought that she could impress him with her own charm, but found that no matter when the man looked at her, his eyes were only indifferent.

But she felt that even if he didn't like it, he would find a way to get close to her. After all, her identity was there, and he, as a businessman, should also know that if he can be with her, there is absolutely no harm.

But for so long, his attitude towards her has not changed. He is always polite and alienated, seemingly indifferent, but in fact he is cold and impersonal.

In order to get close to him, to have a few words with him, and to have a meal with him, she not only opened a private kitchen, but occasionally called him to eat, and pestered her father, just like doing business. Take the initiative to help him win some projects.

Although she knew that he didn't need help, she probably didn't bother to help her.

But at least he is still a gentleman. He will thank her politely and invite her to dinner. Even if he is still indifferent and perfunctory, but Bi can only look at him from a distance, she is already satisfied.

She remembered one time when she was riding in a warm car. The car passed by here that day. He got off here and ordered the driver to take her back.

That day she guessed that Shi Yuhan might live in this community. Later, she asked the driver about it, and it was as she expected.

However, she never came once, and of course, Shi Yuhan would not let her come.

With Song Qinghuan's identity, how could she live in such a high-class villa complex, the only possibility is that she was married as she thought in her heart, and she was protected from the cold when she married.

Zhang Jie thought about it, and suddenly laughed, tears burst into her eyes.

After smiling, she calmed down, and looked at Song Qinghuan's disappearance direction. There was a trace of water vapor in her eyes, but after blinking, there was nothing but coldness inside.

At noon, Song Qinghuan was about to go to the restaurant for dinner, but did not expect to receive a call from Zhang Jie and invite her out to meet.

In the quiet western food, Song Qinghuan looked at Zhang Jie in front of him.

She is wearing a big red retro dress, a **** cashmere shawl, and long curly hair. She is intellectual and charming, elegant and capable. Compared with her casual dress, standing with her is really incomparable.

Song Qinghuan grumbled, biting her lip: "I don't know Miss Zhang, what can I do for you."

Zhang Jie took a sip of coffee and asked with a faint smile, "Have you seen the regulations recently?"

Song Qinghuan shook his head: "No!"