Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan felt uneasy when he knew Zhang Jie went to look for it to keep out the cold.

She didn't know what Zhang Jie would say when looking for Yuhan, whether he would wrong her with the text message, and whether Shi Yuhan would believe it.

Unable to go to work with peace of mind, she picked up her mobile phone countless times, trying to make a call to keep her from the cold, but in the end she always pressed the call button.

She was hesitating all the time. When she was notified that the company was working overtime at midnight, she was taken aback, and she became even more disturbed.

When everyone went to the cafeteria to eat overtime meals after get off work, they secretly went to the top floor to look for the cold.

She stood at the door for a long time before knocking, and after getting permission, she opened the door with a smile and walked in.

At around six o'clock in the winter, it was already dark.

The lights in the large office were all turned on, and Shi Yuhan was sitting on the sofa. In a dark corner, the face was lighted, and it looked a little gloomy.

He leaned on the back of the sofa, casual and lazy, with deep eyes gleaming like snow.

Song Qinghuan suddenly realized that something was wrong with her.

Almost no need to think about it, I could immediately guess that it might have something to do with Zhang Jie. She sat down opposite Shi Yuhan, biting her lips a little bit, black grape-like eyes, and watching Shi Yuhan with water.

There was quiet silence, no one made a sound, and the atmosphere was very cold.

Compared with Dingli, Song Qinghuan will never be Shi Yuhan's opponent. She looked at Shi Yuhan weakly and asked in a low voice: "Did Zhang Jie tell you something just now?"

She didn't circumvent her words, and asked the question directly.

Shi Yuhan looked at her with cold eyes, as cold as the snow on Mount Everest.

Song Qinghuan couldn't stand it a little, turned her face away, her eyes a little sullen, and looked at the night by the window.

Does he believe in Zhang Jie instead of what she means?

At this moment, Shi Yuhan's voice finally sounded, exactly the same as usual, without any ups and downs, and whispered her name: "Song Qinghuan."

Song Qinghuan subconsciously moved his gaze to him again.

"What did Zhang Jie say to me, is it that important?" Shi Yuhan asked her, her voice still the same as before, without any ups and downs.

Song Qinghuan frowned, "Of course it's important!"

The matter is related to her character issue, and it is also related to the issue of trust in protecting against the cold, which is of course very important.

Shi Yuhan curled his lips, with a hint of coldness: "Then what do you think she will tell me?"

"This me..." That knows.

Song Qinghuan wanted to say that, but immediately she stopped her voice again, thought for a while, and said, "Before Zhang Jie came to you, she came to me first. It was about the articles of association. We never contacted him since he left the country. Tian suddenly returned to China, and then he came to me and said a bunch of inexplicable things to me, saying that I texted him what I missed him, but I didn’t send it, and then we quarreled, and we were angry at the time. He said fiercely to the bylaws and told him to die. As a result... Today, Zhang Jie appeared in front of me, saying that I had sent a text message to the bylaws and tricked the bylaws back, then ignored him and let him die. ."

Shi Yuhan's voice suddenly turned cold: "He came to you, why didn't you tell me, if Zhang Jie doesn't come today, are you planning to hide from me for the rest of your life?"

Subconsciously, Song Qinghuan shook his head, trying to tell Shi Yuhan that it was not.