Dear Mr. Shi

As soon as she closed the door, her tears fell out. Chen Tian was sitting in the assistant's room next to him, and when he saw Song Qinghuan crying, he was slightly surprised: "Madam, you..."

"I'm not your wife, don't bark!" Song Qinghuan ran to the elevator after yelling.

I don't know why, my heart suddenly feels so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

Just one person seems to be infatuated with it, blooming on the edge of the cliff, the most beautiful flower in the world. Because I was afraid of falling, I wanted to pick it but didn't dare to pick it.

It is precisely because of this hesitant mood that makes people more and more give up and like them more and more, but then they also find that flowers are arrogant and unwilling to be picked by anything.

It only likes to grow in the place where it grows. If anyone has to forcibly pick it, the consequence will be to fall into a cliff.

She returned to the personnel department with tears in her eyes, but instead of entering the office, she went to the toilet.

He closed the compartment door, sat on the toilet, hugged his knees, buried his head in it, and started to whimper.

She didn't dare to cry, and she didn't allow herself to cry presumptuously, not why, but she didn't think it was worth it.

Song Qinghuan thought that no one knew about crying, but someone saw it in the toilet at that time, so in less than an hour, the story of her crying from the president's room spread throughout the company.

Everyone knew about Song Qinghuan, and was scolded by the president and ran out crying. Regarding this matter, of course everyone will not think that she has any unusual relationship with the big boss.

I only think that Song Qinghuan is the person introduced by the general manager, but he has been in trouble at the company, so the boss really couldn't stand it anymore, so he called her up and scolded her severely.

And warned her not to make any more mistakes, or let her get out of the company.

The words were vivid, as if they were right by the side and witnessed what happened.

People who have a good relationship with Song Qinghuan and kind people are all worried for her and hope she will not be affected in any way.

Others, half hold the attitude of having nothing to do with it, and half are gloating, waiting to see when Song Qinghuan will be kicked out of the company.

The weather that day seemed to have suddenly become gloomy because of Song Qinghuan's tears.

In the afternoon, thunder and lightning roared, storms, and everyone got off work all the time, and the rain hadn't stopped.

Song Qinghuan was very busy in the afternoon. Zhao Jingcheng said that by handing over the employee data at the end of the year to her, she would really be responsible for it alone.

The tall pile of materials was stacked on Song Qinghuan's desk, completely covering Song Qinghuan's body.

With so much work, she can't finish it for several days, so she can only work overtime.

Fortunately, she was not the only one who worked overtime this day, but also Bai Rubing.