Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan's lips still linger between Song Qinghuan's white neck and ears, and his mouth is vague: "No, I just like to play hooligans on you..."

The hand slowly slid down her waist, got into the pants like a snake and dragon, and gradually descended...

Sitting on him, Song Qinghuan could clearly feel that his hip was pressed against by a huge rigidity.

The breathing is messed up.

Just as Song Qinghuan was thinking with trepidation that Shi Yuhan was not trying to do something with her in the office, the door of the room suddenly knocked.

As if awakened from a dream, Song Qinghuan immediately jumped off Shi Yuhan's legs and glanced down, and he could still see him towering somewhere.

Shi Yuhan's expression was extremely bad, with a cold face, almost gritted his teeth, "Come in!"

As soon as Liu Yuandong came in, he found that he had knocked on the wrong door, the timing was wrong, and he knew it when he saw the face of the boss.

If he can, he really wants to withdraw, but he wants to withdraw again. It seems that it is too late. He has to bite the bullet and move forward: "Boss, this is a contract with a European ** company, because this afternoon, a video contract must be signed. Need, so..."

He was explaining to Shi Yuhan that if it was something urgent, he would never come to interrupt him.

Song Qinghuan's expression was unnatural, and he raised his hand and touched his neck: "That... when you are cold, you should be busy, I'll go back first, and remember to eat."

Try to behave naturally, but feel a little awkward.

"I'll send you." Shi Yuhan didn't read the document, stood up as he said, and went to pull Song Qinghuan's hand.

Song Qinghuan still felt embarrassed, fearing that Liu Yuandong would notice something, and subconsciously glanced at his lower body from the cold. Fortunately, Shi's self-control to keep out the cold was extremely strong, and now it has returned to normal.

Lifting his eyes, he felt that Shi Yu had a deep sense of protection from the cold, and the evil charm seemed to be exuding a demon, as if seeing her through and knowing what she was thinking, Song Qinghuan's face immediately blushed again.

With a clear cough, she can only pretend to be okay.

At that time, Yuhan led Song Qinghuan and took the elevator to the first floor. It happened to be off work at noon at the moment. There were many people in the lobby, some were going to eat out, some were going to eat in the cafeteria.

When they watched when Yuhan and Song Qinghuan came out holding hands, they were all shocked, their eyes widened, as if they saw something ghost.

The most exaggerated expression was the front desk who stopped Song Qinghuan just now, her eyeballs almost fell out of her eye sockets.

Although Song Qinghuan was a little bit dumbfounded and felt that they were too exaggerated, but he was in a happy mood, as if he had a bad breath.

The employee elevator next to it opened again, and Zhao Jingnan and Yu Yang got off.

When he saw Song Qinghuan, Yu Yang's eyes brightened and he ran over joyfully: "Qinghuan!!"

When I saw Shi Yuhan next to Song Qinghuan, he immediately stood upright, and then a three hundred and sixty degrees Ju Gong said, "Hello, President!"

Song Qinghuan couldn't help but laughed out loud, letting go of his hand when warming the cold, ran over and hugged Yu Yang: "Yu Yang."

Zhao Jingnan came over there, accompanied by Wang Yiling, Zhao Jingnan smiled politely at Song Qinghuan, while Wang Yiling looked unhappy that she could not eat the old sauerkraut noodles, and muttered: "Really, this woman, in the end Who is it, really shameless, openly seduce this and seduce that..."