Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan took the card to the bank and checked it. There was no more than two million in it.

Back home, she sat on the sofa, holding the bank card, and was silent for a long time.

In the evening, when Yuhan came back at midnight, Song Qinghuan was not asleep yet, sitting quietly, still maintaining the afternoon posture.

When Yuhan came back, her calm breathing suddenly became a little short, and her voice was also a bit difficult: "Why do you want to give me a bank card again?"

Shi Yuhan looked at her indifferently. He thought that if he gave her a check instead of a bank card, she probably tore the check in front of him and threw it on his face.

Obviously I need money, and I have to ask him why he gave her a bank card. This is so awkward, it just doesn't keep up with current affairs.

I really don't know how she got her mind when she wanted to join the company. She would think of stuffing a red envelope.

Come to think of it, this trick is definitely not her own thought.

There was nothing wrong with it, it was true that Song Qinghuan didn't think of this trick, but an idea that Mei Jun gave her.

When I saw the cold, Song Qinghuan's tone couldn't help but become more violent: "I said I don't want your money! Now we are not divorced, your supplementary card is still with me, waiting for our divorce, your subsidiary I will return the card to you, don’t worry, I don’t use any money."

In fact, when she said that, she can say one thing when she thinks about protecting herself from the cold: Don't give it to me, you keep it!

Shi Yuhan unbuttoned his suit jacket, threw it on the sofa casually, loosened the tie around his neck, unbuttoned the shirt, and finally sat on the sofa gracefully, like an emperor in the dynasty.

His voice is slightly cold: "Why are you so awkward, huh? You can eat arrogance as a meal, right?"

Song Qinghuan's face froze, biting her lower lip and staring at it to protect against the cold for a few seconds, then turned around and gave him a back.

After a while, she whispered: "Yes, arrogance can't be used as a meal. I just need money now, or two million. I shouldn't ask you about this. Instead, I should accept it happily. "

"...Agitated?" Shi Yuhan looked at her, his low magnetic voice overflowed from his thin lips, and said slowly.

Song Qinghuan smiled coldly and said with a cool tone: "The poor dare to be angry, but don't worry, I won't want you for the money in vain, I will pay you back in the future!"

"Okay, stay with me for two nights, and you will pay it back!" Shi Yuhan said lightly, with a hint of joking.

He didn't mean anything, he just didn't want Song Qinghuan to take him to give her money as something that he cared very much about.

But this was heard in Song Qinghuan's ears, but it was not the case.

Her clear face blushed, as if with a small flame, she turned around and stared: "Shi Yuhan, what do you take me, and what do you take yourself. I will go back to the company to work tomorrow and repay You deduct from my salary!"

Shi Yuhan's gloomy eyes felt helpless for an instant, and then returned to the ancient Jing Hantan appearance that has remained unchanged for thousands of years: "Salary, your monthly salary is only 5,000 yuan, when are you going to pay it back?"

Even though she told herself that she must hold back, Song Qinghuan couldn't help it, and shouted at him angrily: "What are you in a hurry? You first deduct from the salary. What is the deduction, and I will find a way for the rest. I will pay it off one day."

Shi Yuhan was stunned for a while, and then coldly snorted: "Song Qinghuan, you won't forget it, I have already fired you!"