Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan opened the door of Shi Yuhan's office. Shi Yuhan didn't lift his head, but said faintly, "Sit down."

Shi Yuhan wore a very formal black suit today, exuding a kind of kingly breath.

The files on the desk are piled up like a mountain, and he concentrates on his work, looks calm and capable.

Song Qinghuan sat down in front of him, her eyes drifting from side to side, with a guilty conscience, but still pretending to be calm and replied: "Is it a special day today?"

She asked very carefully, afraid that if the flowers were not sent by the cold weather, but by other people, then he would not be very unhappy if he knew, and he might even be angry.

The corners of the icy lips made a smile that seemed like nothing, Shi Yuhan raised his eyes to look at her, and said softly, "Huh? What special day?"

Obviously he didn't send the flower, and he didn't know that someone sent her a lot of flowers.

Song Qinghuan laughed, took a deep breath, and stood up: "It's nothing, I just ask casually, that's all right, you're busy, I'm going down."

Oh my god, her little heart almost popped out.

When he turned around and wanted to leave, when he felt relieved, a low voice came from behind: "Wait!"

Song Qinghuan paused quickly, stopped the steps he was about to leave, turned around and gave him a faint smile: "Is there anything else?"

Shi Yuhan hooked the corners of her mouth unclearly, stared at her scorchingly, and then hooked her fingers.

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Song Qinghuan was stunned. When he walked to Yuhan, she stopped, bit her lip and stared at it with big eyes, as if she was asking, what's the matter, just say it.

come. "Shi Yuhan's thin lips lightly opened, beckoned, motioned for her to come to her side.

When Song Qinghuan walked around, Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand to embrace her waist, domineering and forcefully, let her sit on her lap.

"Miss me?"

After blinking blankly, Song Qinghuan turned to flush with shame when he saw the teasing light under the cold eyes, "No!"

A little bit, there is no smell of silver three hundred taels here.

Shi Yuhan seemed to be in a very good mood, and he actually laughed softly, laughing so evil and evil.

Song Qinghuan was so irritated by the excitement of his laughter that he immediately clenched a small fist and beat him in the chest: "Don't laugh."

If someone breaks in at this moment and sees this scene, it is estimated that they will be shocked, and they will be searched all over the world. Their unruly smile, indifferent and elegant big boss.

"Okay, stop making trouble," Shi Yuhan's big palm, gently wrapped Song Qinghuan's two small fists in his palms, "Tell me, why do you ask me if it's a special day today?"

Song Qinghuan moved his eyes away with some guilty conscience: "It's nothing, just ask."

He lowered his head and held her little earlobe, made her whole body close to him with extremely warm taste, and whispered, "Please, I will make him safe!"

"Why do you want me to beg you?" she frowned unpleasantly. , Half angrily and half coquettishly said: "Let go of me."

The finger gently twitched her chin, possessed and kissed his kiss, robbing her of her breath, all the sweetness in her mouth, did not give her a chance to breathe.

Song Qinghuan's heart beat faster after being kissed, her limbs were a little soft, and a raging fire rushed into her body, which was about to burn her down.

A couple who loves each other will inevitably get angry when they are in love.

Shi Yuhan naturally put his hand into Song Qinghuan's clothes, covered the two soft abundances, and then rubbed them lightly or hard.