Song Yuqiao smiled and greeted everyone.

  Others also smiled and thought about whether to call her Song Yuqiao or General Manager's wife...

  After years of tempering, Song Yuqiao's psychological endurance was strong enough to sit calmly at his own desk in the office, opening the computer and typing out a resignation letter under the gaze of everyone, amidst the whispers behind him.

  Zhou Haitang leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Yu Qiao, is it true?"

  Song Yuqiao naturally knew what Zhou Haitang was asking and replied naturally: "Yes."

  "It's been three years of friendship," Zhou Haitang asked, "aren't you going to tell me something?"

  Song Yuqiao glanced at Zhou Haitang and saved the half-written document before shutting it down. "Let's go to the break room."

  The most humanized place in this small advertising company is that there is a public rest room, which provides some afternoon tea and is decorated elegantly.

  Song Yuqiao walked all the way inside and sat down at a table, turned around and saw Zhou Haitang walking over with two cups of coffee.

  For Song Yuqiao, Zhou Haitang is no different from Hua Zhen and Lu Lu, it's just that because they are colleagues, the topic of conversation is mostly about work.

  It's not so hard to talk about what happened in the past now, it's been three years, what can't be forgotten?

  ………………

  High school freshman year.

  At that time, Song Yuqiao's parents were divorced. She and her sister stayed with their father, while their mother took their younger brother to Canada. Song Yuqiao was a transfer student with poor grades. Her class teacher, considering the face of Song Yuqiao's father and the Song family, asked Ye Zenan, who had the best grades, to tutor her.

  "Hello, I'm Song Yuqiao." Song Yuqiao was very polite at their first meeting.

  But in response to her, Ye Zenan didn't even lift an eyebrow, his gaze fell on her test paper full of red X's, as if very reluctantly reporting his own name: "Ye Zenan."

  In fact, if Song Yuqiao looked at it from a different angle, he could see that Ye Zenan's ear roots were slightly red.

  In the next two months of tutoring, Ye Zenan often noticed that Song Yuqiao's hair would fall off beside her ears, and he had an urge to help her hang it behind her ears.

  Ye Zenan lazily leaned back in his chair, with his arm draped over the back of Song Yuqiao's chair, staring at her slender neck, and his entire person seemed like a wild lily covered in dew.

  Song Yuqiao had already gotten used to this way of interacting with Ye Zenan, and since Ye Zenan wouldn't take the initiative to explain things to her, she would just act like a diligent and inquisitive student, "Which law is used for this problem?"

  Ye Zenan replied without blinking: "Newton's second law."

  Song Yuqiao continued to bow her head and calculate, feeling that her long hair was a hindrance, so she tied it back into a high ponytail near the nape of her neck, leaving some short, fluffy strands behind.

  "I'm done," Song Yuqiao turned her head and asked, "What are you looking at?"

  "Look at you."

  The young heart is indeed easily agitated. In the rainy season of seventeen years old, many boys and girls were really infatuated. Among them was a pair, Song Yuqiao and Ye Zenan. Occasionally, when their legs touched under the desk, they would blush and smile at each other, hooking their little fingers together.

  But everything originated from the year when Ye Zenan was eighteen years old, his father's plane crash, a large and deep-rooted family with many branches, suddenly turned upside down, Ye Zenan and his mother lost their protection, were expelled from home, and rented a house in an underground room outside, the conditions were too difficult.