Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

When she got into the car, her heart was still very empty.

This kind of secret feeling in the presidential palace will torture her crazy sooner or later.

Not long after, Song Qingrui sent a WeChat message: I miss you….

That WeChat message was so hot that Lin Fanyue almost threw the phone out, it was too terrifying.

After arriving at the company, not long after, an assistant brought her a bunch of flowers, “Manager Lin, someone gave you a bunch of flowers.”

Lin Fanyue put down the test tube in her hand, took off her gloves, and held a flower wrapped in pink paper. It was not a fixed one. There were many beautiful flowers such as hydrangea, bellflower, tulip, etc. It was very beautiful. Also very fragrant.

There was a small card on it, she opened it and took a look: I miss you, my little princess….

Such sweet words seem to think of no one but one person.

She picked up her phone and took a picture of the flower and sent it to Song Qingrui: [You sent it? 】

you like it, my little princess.

[I like

a kissing emoji

the flowers into the

flowers are so

will your boyfriend

fingers froze slightly, feeling

the laboratory have met Song Qingrui, but no one knows his identity. If they invite him to dinner, if they ask about

I haven’t seen him pick you up recently. Then again, Manager Lin, what does

ordinary white-collar workers, I hope everyone keeps it a secret, we are just

are still young, there is no need

abroad and are open-minded, and they

flowers again.” The assistant who had just left had returned, this time holding a large bouquet of

been very

smile. After she took the flowers, she saw the card that read: If there is a time