Han Qiqing asked again, "Where should we eat?"
"Call Si Jue and Xiaomeng, let's go out to eat. By the way, Qiqing, you go to the small class to find her, and go to the parking lot with her to wait for us. I'll talk to Shaojie about something." Song Shijun wanted to excuse himself. drive her.
Han Qiqing looked at him curiously, "Tell me something? What is it that you can't let me hear?"
Song Shijun pretended to be ambiguous and smiled, "Are you sure you want to listen? If you want to hear it, then stay and discuss it together. But don't regret it. I'll close the door first."
What's going on? You're actually closing the door
Han Qiqing thought for two seconds, then shook her head and walked out.
"No, you guys can talk, I'm going to find Xiaoxiao, bye! See you in the parking lot!"
She slipped out immediately.
Song Shijun stood at the door and looked to confirm that she had gone downstairs before closing the door.
He walked to the desk, picked up a piece of paper from the corner of the table, shook it and said to Yin Shaojie, "I'm missing one, what are you writing?"
Before Yin Shaojie could stop him, he had already unfolded the paper ball.
His head was filled with questions.
"Is this... a love letter?"
Yin Shaojie pinched his eyebrows and admitted, "Yes."
Song Shijun was obviously not expecting it. He looked at him in surprise and guessed, "Are you writing this to Xiaoxiao? Did she ask for it?"
Yin Shaojie said, "No, she didn't say anything, but I saw that she wanted it."
He has known Xiaoxiao for so many years, and he can tell what she is thinking just from her look.
Whatever she wanted, he would get it for her.
Even if it's a love letter he never wrote.
Yin Shaojie put his finger on his forehead and said irritably, "Why is it so difficult to write a love letter?"
Song Shijun looked at the ball of paper in his hand and said, "No, you write very well. Your writing style is very good and very poetic."
Yin Shaojie smiled bitterly and said, "Don't you think it's formal? Anyway, I don't think Xiaoxiao will like this." Song Shijun thought for a while and agreed with this.
"However, as long as it is written by you, Xiaoxiao will definitely like it."
But obviously Yin Shaojie was not satisfied because this was his first love letter in his life, so the effect he wanted was to make Xiaoxiao not only happy, but also so happy that he was moved.
This is the result he wants.
How could Song Shijun not know that he is a person who pursues perfection? He also knows that as long as it involves small things, he will demand more perfection from himself.
"For things like love letters, it's best to write them naturally and not to be too deliberate."
He thought that girls should do this more.
Yin Shaojie stretched out his hand and motioned for him to hand over the paper.
He tore it up and threw it in the trash.
"Don't tell Qiqing and don't let Xiaoxiao know about the love letter," he warned.
"I know, I know you want to give me a little surprise."
Song Shijun smiled and left the office with him.
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When she got home in the evening, Han Qiqing got out of the car carrying a box full of love letters. The servant saw it and wanted to help.
"No need, I can do it myself." Han Qiqing said with a smile.
The servant half-bowed and stepped back.
After entering the house, the housekeeper came up to him and asked curiously, "Miss, what is this?"
It looked quite heavy, so he subconsciously reached out to pick it up.
Han Qiqing turned away her hand and said again, "No, I'll do it myself."
The butler retracted his hand and stood aside.
After Han Qiqing carried the box up, the servant came to the housekeeper's side and said with a smile, "Miss, she seems to be in a good mood today."
(End of chapter)