"Mr. He, actually when you called me in, I had already prepared this letter."
"Now, there are a lot of rumors about the scandal between Miss 250 and He Yuhao."
"Everyone thinks that woman is me."
"For the sake of the peace of the company, it is reasonable for you to fire me."
"Although, I insist that that person is not me, and I insist on the principle that those who are clean will self-clean."
"But it's also your own interests. So, even if you don't want to fire me for the time being, you will still have such thoughts in the future."
"It would be better for me to resign on my own initiative, so that we don't have to go back and forth and waste each other's time."
He Yongming smiled, put the letter on the table, and said, "Xiaoxiao, you really amaze me constantly. Where do you plan to go after you leave the company?"
"When you are a celebrity, you need to pay attention to your own image. You don't need to be a street sweeper. Anyway, I have hands and feet, so I won't starve to death, right?" After saying that, he stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand.
"Mr. He, thank you for taking care of me these days. I hope we have the chance to meet again and we can be friends."
He Yongming was startled for a moment, stood up, held her hand tightly, and said, "That's good, I hope we can be friends again."
Letting go of He Yongming's hand, he turned around and left with a smile, the scenes of getting along with him constantly popping up in his mind.
Starting from the fact that his perfume was very similar to Han Murphy's, her feelings for He Yongming went from being slightly fond of him to being grateful that he was a good boss.
When Miao Tingting won the grand prize, her feelings for He Yongming suddenly changed and she began to dislike him, be hostile to him, and hate him.
But now, everything is destroyed at this moment.
She suddenly realized that she no longer hated He Yongming, and she no longer wanted to plot against him.
I just hope that in the future, when everyone is old and we meet each other on the street, we can have a cup of tea together and chat about the past and what happened when we were young.
Perhaps, she is really a heartless person, unable to hold any love or let go of any hatred in her heart.
Returning to her seat, she looked at the mess on the table and decided not to clean it up today but to do it tomorrow.
There was nothing important anyway, so it wouldn't be a pity if it was thrown away.
When she walked out of the office, she realized that the weather was particularly nice today.
The blue sky and white clouds are as crystal clear as if washed by water.
When she was at work, she was busy rushing to meet the deadline, busy squeezing the bus, and busy planning for tomorrow. She had no time to raise her head and look up at the sky.