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? 】

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a smile. After she took the flowers, she saw the card that read: If there is a time machine in this world, I will definitely go back to