Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan’s eyes were filled with grievances and embarrassment for an instant, faintly staring at him, thinking for a long time, and squeezing out four words: "I hate you!"

"Bored!" This was Shi Yuhan's answer, and he was not angry because of these four words.

Song Qinghuan's eyes widened: "I hate you, how can I be boring."

Shi Yuhan was very confident and slapped back lightly: "Women like to talk irony"

Song Qinghuan shook his head, like a rattle, "No, no, no."

Shi Yuhan snorted heavily, and wickedly curled his lips: "If it's not, then what are your hands on my waist for?"

Song Qinghuan later realized that when Shi Yuhan let go of her hand just now, not only did she not push him away, but she also gently hooked her waist, with a very submissive look.

Oh my god, her morals!

She opened her eyes wide in astonishment, and hurriedly retracted her hand. At the same time, her cheeks were red and bloody, and she stammered in denial: "No, no, no, it's not like this! It's really not like this, I just..."

"It's just that I know very well." Shi Yuhan suddenly got up and let go of her. "It's just a pity that there was a very important meeting this morning. It seems that I can't be late. I can only meet you another day."

Once again, Song Qinghuan was petrified by his confidence.

"Ah!!" She was powerless to refute, she just yelled, and when she stared at Yuhan's long back who had entered the bathroom, she suddenly sat up and shouted, "Who wants to do that mess with you, shameless!"

At this time, she realized that the sky was already bright, and the alarm ringing of the mobile phone rang in her ears.

Oh my god, it turned out to be 8:10, so it was so late.

As usual, she jumped out of bed and was about to go to the bathroom to wash. After taking two steps, she stopped abruptly, and then yelled towards the bathroom: "When you stay away from the cold, you come out quickly. I have to wash it first. I'm going to be late."

"..." There was no echo, no, there was the sound of showering!

Song Qinghuan is a person who has a very tight grasp of the morning time, just to get a few more minutes of sleep.

It takes ten minutes to wash and eat breakfast, and half an hour's journey can be exactly ten minutes earlier to the company.

But now that the bathroom is being used by others, she really doesn't know when to stay out of the cold, and when she can clean it.

He is a big boss and he doesn't have anything to do when he wants to go to work, but she is different. If she is late, Manager Zhao will scold her to death.

Song Qinghuan came to the front of the closet, thinking about changing clothes first, but the sound of the water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, and she didn't dare to change anymore. When she was afraid, Yuhan suddenly came out.

I had to hold the clothes in my hands, and then urged outside: "When you stay out of the cold, hurry up!"

"..." There is really no echo inside, and of course Yuhan didn't come out.

Song Qinghuan was almost dying in a hurry, turning around in the room, hesitating whether to change clothes in the bedroom first.

Suddenly she glanced at something on the bedside table, a hard leather sculpture with a blue dragon pattern.

It seems that the history is a bit long, but the colors of the blue dragon carved on it, the body of the brilliant green dragon and the white clouds floating below are still very clear and vivid.

She had seen this thing, it seemed to be hung on Shi Yuhan's chest, it should be, but she didn't dare to be too sure, after all, she didn't dare to observe him closely every time she came in contact with him.

It is estimated that when he went to bed last night, he took it off and put it on it.

As he watched, Shi Yuhan suddenly came out from the bathroom, surrounded by bath towels, with his chest bare on it, and his chest was covered with sparkling crystal water, forming elegant and beautiful lines during his actions.

Although naked, it still exudes the imperial aura and charm.

Damn, this world is absolutely unfair. Song Qinghuan took the hard-skinned carving and once again concluded: Shi Yuhan, you are God's darling.

Originally, when she was indifferent to the cold, after seeing what Song Qinghuan was holding, her face suddenly became cold, her eyes were cold, and she slowly approached her.