Dear Mr. Shi

Immediately, she took out her phone and took a photo of Song Qinghuan's mobile phone. The phone number and information on the lock screen were all captured.

At the same time, in the monitoring room, two people were watching all this, and all Bai Rubing's movements were in their eyes.

"Madam, you suddenly set up the situation like this, but you think the last text message has something to do with her?" Liu Yuandong asked, frowning slightly.

Song Qinghuan snorted coldly: "It's really unpredictable. I really didn't expect that she would actually take it. You said that if I force her to ask her now, will she admit that she sent the two text messages?"

Liu Yuandong said softly: "She will not admit it. In fact, Boss has always asked Chen Tian to investigate this matter. The most suspicious one is her, but she has no tone, and she has a better relationship with your wife, so Boss will always Let her be in the company."

Song Qinghuan looked at the one meter of sunlight in front of the French windows, and was lost in thought for a long time.

Suddenly she stood up: "If I don't verify because of suspicion, then I will never know what I really want. Even if I am scolded, I must go to verify today whether the two text messages were sent by her."

After that, she turned and left. It seemed simple to verify this, but it was actually very difficult.

Without evidence, if you change yourself to yourself, you will be killed without admitting it.

When Song Qinghuan returned to the meeting room, he found an excuse to dismiss Yu Yang.

At this moment, only Song Qinghuan and Bai Rubing were left in the meeting room. Song Qinghuan closed the meeting door and lowered the curtain.

Seeing Song Qinghuan's complex expression, Bai Rubing thought about the guilty conscience he had just done, and he smiled and called her name: "Qinghuan."

Song Qinghuan looked at her seriously, without a smile on her face: "Bai Rubing, why did you use your phone to take pictures of my phone just now? What do you want to take? Does the content on it make you scared? So you want to take pictures. Next, what do you want to do when photographed?"

Bai Rubing was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked panicked and innocent: "Qinghuan what did you say? I don't understand, why did you frame me for taking pictures of your mobile phone, I have been doing things just now?"

Song Qinghuan didn't answer her words, but curled her lips coldly.

She walked towards Bai Rubing, forcibly grabbing Bai Rubing’s mobile phone, unfolding the photos taken by Bai Rubing, and placing them on Bai Rubing: "Bai Rubing, I really underestimate you. I know the way of the sword. If I didn’t catch one, would you? I won't admit it if I die."

Bai Rubing's face turned dark, and he robbed Song Qinghuan of his mobile phone in a complicated manner.

"Yes, I took it, but it's just because the content is too disgusting. I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be such a disgusting person." Bai Rubing seemed unwilling to pretend to be so disgusting. A face.

Mainly because of the content on the text message, she felt that Song Qinghuan was over.

Song Qinghuan sneered: "So last time, it was also the text you sent with my mobile phone."

Bai Rubing's expression became stiff, his eyes turned with a guilty conscience, and he immediately denied: "Why use your mobile phone to send text messages, I don't know what you are talking about?"

Before she finished her words, Song Qinghuan suddenly raised her slap and slapped her face severely.

It seemed that he had exhausted his life's strength, and the clear applause of "pop", fierce and decisive, almost resounded through the entire conference room.

Song Qinghuan believed in that guilty conscience, and he was right.