Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan did not want Song Ci to know that she was married. After thinking for a while, he said softly: "He is my boss."

She felt that it was not wrong to say so. In addition to being her husband in name, he was indeed her boss.

To conceal one and say another, she felt that in addition to what she wanted, Shi Yuhan also wanted it.

Shi Yuhan glanced at her, did not speak, raised his foot, turned around, and left. Action, clean and neat.

But there was a faint weirdness. When the weirdness kept me from the cold, I didn't understand what was going on.

Song Ci heard that he was Song Qinghuan's boss, and planned to say hello politely, and hoped that he would not blame Song Qinghuan.

Unexpectedly, Shi Yuhan left him with a lonely and arrogant background.

At this moment, Song Ci was a little worried: "Sister, is it serious? Will it cause you to lose your job?"

Wu Yanxiang frowned nervously. Looking at the worried Song Ci, she didn't think much about it. She ran to Shi to protect against the cold, blocking the path of Shi to protect against the cold, her brows and eyes spread out with a smile, curved like crescent moons, and her voice was delicate and delicate. , To help Song Qinghuan say something nice: "Hello, don't be angry, my sister is a very serious person, please don't blame him,"

Song Qinghuan ran into the chaos in the wind and hurried over, "This little sister, thank you for your kindness, you hurriedly go back to school with Song Ci and the others. You don't need to worry about my affairs."

After speaking, I left when I pulled it to protect it from the cold.

Shi Yuhan did not refuse, but looked at Song Qinghuan with complicated eyes, and followed her to the parking place.

All the way back, Shi Yuhan kept pursing his lips. The atmosphere was a bit cold and cold, which made Song Qinghuan feel very uncomfortable. He looked sideways several times and quietly looked at his expression, but did not dare to speak.

She felt that she had asked for leave, but nothing happened, so she was angry.

As the car entered the villa area, she finally couldn't help but say: "Well, I don't know how things are like this. Don't keep chilling to me. Can I work overtime tomorrow? I will definitely make up for the work that I missed today. "

Shi Yuhan still ignored her, staring ahead and driving the car intently.

After the car parked in the courtyard, he didn't even glance at Song Qinghuan, and turned back to where he lived.

Song Qinghuan looked at his back, groaning and went back to his room.

When dining in the evening, Shi Yuhan also had such an indifferent expression, as if he didn't bother to care about her.

Everything went back to the beginning. Song Qinghuan lived in on the first day, and the two were getting along.

"What kind of attitude..." Looking at the back of him leaving again, Song Qinghuan was angrily, muttering a few words in a low voice to vent his anger.

She admitted that she was a man who couldn't provoke this high cold, he could do whatever he wanted, but she could only swallow her anger, really wondering if she owed him in her previous life.