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? 】

like it, my little

Fanyue: [I like it.

he sent a

put the flowers

“Wow, these flowers are so beautiful.

your boyfriend invite us to

Fanyue’s fingers froze slightly, feeling a little

the laboratory have met Song Qingrui, but no one knows his identity. If they invite him to dinner, if they ask about his work, they may be exposed. “There

him pick you up recently. Then

a secret, we are just in

young, there is no need to rush

are all studying abroad and are open-minded, and they are not

has brought you flowers again.” The assistant who had just left had returned, this time holding

very attractive recently.”

If there is a time machine