Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan left the office, but instead of going downstairs to eat in the cafeteria, he went to the top floor rooftop.

The wind whizzed by, and her mind buzzed, and the hot water mist hit her eyes.

"Shi Yuhan..." Song Qinghuan lost his blood-colored lips and spit out his name softly. Her trembling, slightly hoarse, misty eyes looked forward in a dazed manner: "You really believe in Zhang Jie, don't believe me. ?."

The rooftop is so quiet, there is no sound except the wind.

But after a while, a cute voice rang out abruptly, with ridicule: "Oh, is this being provoked and separated by the junior? Or is it disgusted? I heard that the junior has a big chest, man. Yeah, I said that I don’t like women with big breasts. Those are all lies. I said Song Qinghuan with a flat breast. You should eat more papaya, you know? When you have a big breast, your husband won’t dislike you anymore."

As he said, the master of the voice walked out of the shadows, then looked at Song Qinghuan with a gloating look, and then glanced at Song Qinghuan's chest.

"You..." Song Qinghuan snorted coldly, the sad mood disappeared for an instant, and looked at the master of the voice with a disdainful expression: "Han Qianqian, you are shameless."

Han Qianqian smiled and said authentically: "Normally so, even worse than you, at least I didn't grab another fiance."

Song Qinghuan stared at her intently, but she looked like she had eaten explosives.

Han Qianqian raised her eyebrows, just as she was.

Song Qinghuan, who was in a bad mood, didn't want to talk to her. She sat on a chair on the roof and looked at the half-curved moon in the sky. His mind was so messy that he didn't know what he was thinking.

But Han Qianqian, because she didn't want her to be quiet, sat down beside her, charmingly framed Erlang's calf, and said unkindly: "Song Qinghuan, what is your face? You defeated me and took away Shi Yuhan, please Are you a bit of a winner, okay?"

Song Qinghuan glanced at her and said sarcastically, "You don't need to beat it at all!"

Han Qianqian "cut" Song Qinghuan, then gave her a cold look. But she did not leave, and sat quietly with Song Qinghuan.

After a while, she said questioningly: "Song Qinghuan, tell me, what kind of magic did you use to make Shi Yuhan, an arrogant, ruthless, cold and domineering man, bow his head to you?"

"Head down to your ears?" Song Qinghuan laughed mockingly.

Shi Yuhan, the man who is the only one in the sky and the earth, bows his head to her? This should be a joke.

Although she didn't believe me, she was quite comfortable after hearing it, and looked at Han Qianqian with a smile: "Want to know? I won't tell you!"

Han Qianqian stared at her angrily: "Song Qinghuan!"

"Unless you let me touch this place, I'll tell you." Song Qinghuan said, raising his finger to her chest.

Han Qianqian was dumbfounded, with a silly expression on her face: "Song Qinghuan, are you out of madness by Shi Yuhan?"

Song Qinghuan smiled softly: "You have abused Shi Annuo into a mental illness, and I won't be insane by Shi Yuhan."

Han Qianqian frowned, and gave her a cold look: "Ignore you, you deserve to be protected from the cold by Shi, I wish you will be crushed by him for the rest of your life."

Looking at Han Qianqian's back, Song Qinghuan replied unceremoniously: "Tong Zhu, Tong Zhu!"

(Ps: Announce yesterday’s lucky reader: Ye Yatou. When it comes to Brother Jiang, when did I misunderstand the writing of Big Boss? Every day I shouted to be abused, and I am embarrassed to make my brother not torture me, you guys. The little fairy of man......^_^)