The president's pet daughter

Seeing that Song Mingzhe's illness was almost recovered, Ling Zhaozhao returned to Boer to work.

Lin Xi looked at Ling Zhaozhao sitting on the workstation with a red face, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"It's true that people feel refreshed on happy occasions."

During the few days when he was not at work, Ling Zhaozhao seemed to be radiant.

Lin Xi inadvertently saw a large bouquet of brilliant champagne roses placed on Gao Yue's table, and couldn't help propping his chin with his hand, his eyes were a bit bitter.

"Look, you can receive flowers every one of you. It's a pity that I can't even touch a flower or leaf all year round."

Hearing what Lin Xi said, Ling Zhaozhao noticed the flowers in front of Gao Yue, and smiled narrowly.

"Which ignorant and ignorant boy did our Empress Gao Hai capture?"

Gao Yue had just signed for the flowers and was flipping through the small cards inside the bouquet.

When I opened it, I saw a hand-painted little sun.

Gao Yue's mind instantly thought of that man's unruly yellow hair.

"Heh, it's not a young boy, it's not the mainstream."

Gao Yue pouted, and put the champagne roses under her feet, with a complicated expression on her face.

Seeing Gao Yue's attitude, Lin Xi was about to tease her, but saw the department manager Peng Rui quietly appearing near their work stations.

She quickly poked Ling Zhaozhao, motioning her to look behind her.

Ling Zhaozhao turned his head and saw Peng Rui standing behind her with a bright smile, he was really shocked.

"Zhaozhao, you did a good job in the project of going to Xueyuan, and the higher-ups also specially commended you, let's make persistent efforts next time."

His voice was not too loud, and it just spread throughout the office.

"Work hard, your future is boundless."

When Peng Rui said this, it was obviously meaningful.

Everyone focused their eyes on Ling Zhaozhao in unison.

When Ling Zhaozhao was sent to follow up with the supervisor on the Xueyuan project, countless people were jealous, thinking that Ling Zhaozhao had just hit a stroke of luck.

As a result, I didn't expect that the supervisor behind was fired because of using improper means to operate the project, and most people's mentality changed from jealous Ling Zhaozhao to gloating.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhaozhao slapped those spectators in the face severely with his action.

What Peng Rui said today not only affirmed Ling Zhaozhao's achievements, but also hinted to everyone that Ling Zhaozhao might be the next head of the marketing department.

"Zhao Zhao, it's unreasonable if you don't invite us to dinner. Love and career are both good. Who else is happier than you now?"

After Peng Rui left, Lin Xi immediately booed and asked Ling Zhaozhao to treat him.

"No, the child wants to eat Sichuan food. He is hungry, so the rich woman hugs him."

Gao Yue followed closely in Lin Xi's footsteps, muttering about asking Ling Zhaozhao to treat her.

Ling Zhaozhao saw that they were all staring at him eagerly, and that it was indeed time for him to treat them to a meal, so he agreed with a big wave of his hand.

Remembering that he was still living at Song Mingzhe's house, Ling Zhaozhao greeted him.

Song Mingzhe, who was reading the year-end report in the president's office, saw the screen of the phone on the table light up, and subconsciously unlocked the phone.

Ling Zhaozhao: I'm going to have dinner with my friends at night~ I may come home late.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao take the initiative to report the itinerary to him, the corners of Song Mingzhe's mouth curled up unconsciously.

Song Mingzhe: Then tell me the approximate time and location, and I will pick you up when the time comes.

Ling Zhaozhao: You should be able to leave at 09:30 in the evening, so please trouble Secretary Song!

Seeing that he had a new title, Song Mingzhe couldn't help chuckling, and then devoted himself to his work.

During his absence, he accumulated a lot of documents, and by the time he finished processing, it was already nine twenty in the evening.

Song Mingzhe glanced at his watch, ready to pack up and pick up his little princess.

There was the sound of crutches at the door.

Song Jianguo walked into the office with steady steps, leaning on a crutch with a dragon's head.

He came alone, and the housekeeper Chen Fu did not follow him.

"It's so late, haven't you got off work yet?"

Song Jianguo saw his son who was tall and straight, and his eyes were slightly cold, so he asked casually, and naturally sat down on the chair in front of Song Mingzhe.

These days, he has been busy with the affairs of overseas subsidiaries, and it may be a long time since he came to see Song Mingzhe.

"I heard you were sick a few days ago."

Song Jianguo held the crutch in his hand and looked at Song Mingzhe with mixed feelings.

His heart is also fleshy, how can he not love his children.

It's just that Song Mingzhe has always been against him, so he can only act like a strict father.

Song Mingzhe was a little surprised by Song Jianguo's sudden concern. He saw a few extra white hairs on Song Jianguo's temples, but he couldn't help softening his sarcasm.

"Well, but it's alright."

The father and son sat quietly like this for a while, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Song Jianguo suddenly remembered what Shen Zhihe had told him, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Your uncle said that he would have dinner with your girlfriend's family on New Year's Day?"

Thinking that Song Mingzhe had no intention of telling him about this at all, Song Jianguo's face became gloomy again in an instant.

"Do you still think I'm your father?"

He was so angry that the son he had worked so hard to raise had no intention of interfering with him in the major matters of life.

"Everything I do for you is paving the way for your future and the future of the Song family."

"If you don't like Gao Yue, then there are the daughters of the Hou family, the Xu family, and the Wan family. Which one is not from a famous family? And they can also help you in your career. Even if you don't have feelings at the beginning, you can cultivate them slowly."

When Song Jianguo thought of the middle-aged woman he saw in the elevator that day, he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

He really didn't understand what was so good about this woman that she was able to coax Song Mingzhe and the Shen family into a circle.

Song Mingzhe seemed to have heard something funny.

He didn't understand why, Song Jianguo was always able to accurately step on his thunder point.

Song Jianguo wanted to manipulate everything about him, and wanted him to live a pre-set life like a puppet, but he never cared about his real needs.

"Then have you cultivated the relationship with your mother over the years?"

Hearing Song Mingzhe mention Shen Qiyu, Song Jianguo's face turned black.

"Don't mention that heartless woman who abandoned her husband and son."

His leading crutch made a muffled sound on the ground, as if he was very angry.

The name Shen Qiyu has always been a taboo in his heart.

Looking at the face in front of him that looked like Shen Qiyu, he felt a little distorted in his heart.

"Your character is still too much like your mother, domineering, indifferent, and unreasonable. You shouldn't have been allowed to associate with the Shen family, and see what they have made of you?"