The president's pet daughter

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ji Yumei felt a little scared, but with so many people watching, she could only put on a posture of not admitting defeat.

"If you want to sue you, sue! Wait until I go to the higher-ups to see how you deal with it!"

Ji Yumei snorted, glared at Ling Zhaozhao viciously, and hurried away with her belongings in her arms.

He looked rather embarrassed.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Ji Yumei to be so timid, but he just scared her a few words, but she ran faster than a rabbit.

There was still Ji Yumei's gift on the table, Ling Zhaozhao glanced at it, then threw it into the trash can, and disinfected the table with alcohol.

This move of hers undoubtedly caused everyone in the office to look sideways, and they all looked at Ling Zhaozhao in a different way.

"What if she really makes trouble with the leader?"

Lin Xi thought that Ji Yumei was so crazy, and she liked to turn black and white the most, and Ling Zhaozhao's slap was also true, so she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

What's more, she has gone to another department now. It's okay if she can't see her on weekdays. If she does, she might be even more insane than she is now.

"As she is, do you really think switching departments is a good option for her?"

Ling Zhaozhao snorted coldly, not at all worried that Ji Yumei would tell about her beating someone.

One is that Ji Yumei doesn't dare, and the other is that Ji Yumei won't have any future in other departments in the future.

Wicked people have their own way, and Ji Yumei won't get any benefits in other departments.

Boer's personnel transfer is the most efficient, and Ji Yumei's transfer of promotion and salary has not come down for a long time. It is hard not to rule out that someone is making a big deal for Ji Yumei.

So Ling Zhaozhao didn't think that Ji Yumei would threaten her.

On the contrary, I still look forward to Ji Yumei's embarrassment in the future.

"If it were me, it would definitely be more than just slapping her."

Gao Yue also couldn't stand it anymore, feeling that Ji Yumei still didn't get the retribution she deserved.

If it were her, she would definitely drive Ji Yumei out of Boer.

"Okay, I know you two are doing it for my own good, but there's no need to rush."

Seeing Gao Yue and Lin Xi getting angry for him, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being moved.

But she has her own ideas.

After all, boiling frogs in warm water is the most painful thing, so there is no rush.

CEO's office.

Rong Yuan walked into the office with a pile of documents and a box of cakes in his arms, and placed them respectfully in front of Song Mingzhe.

He looked at Song Mingzhe's expression, considered it, and spoke.

"President Song, the marketing department doesn't seem to be peaceful today."

Hearing this, Song Mingzhe glanced at Rong Yuan.

"I heard that someone provoked Ms. Ling, but Ms. Ling didn't suffer. On the contrary, that person seemed to be beaten by Ms. Ling."

Rong Yuan couldn't help laughing when he thought of Ji Yumei crying beside the manager of the brand department, sobbing and complaining to him.

It's not that whoever cries the worst is justified.

Song Mingzhe was relieved to hear that Ling Zhaozhao hadn't suffered.

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao beat someone up again, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

The little wild cat in his family has sharply sharpened claws.

He glanced at his watch, and it was almost time for lunch. The cake he ordered Rong Yuan to queue up to buy was just right for her to eat as a dessert after dinner.

Today Yunmei specially made some side dishes for him, and Ling Zhaozhao will come to have dinner with him at noon.

"You can take care of this."

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, and casually drew a conclusion on this matter.

Left and right Ling Zhaozhao didn't suffer, and he didn't put too much thought on it, and now, there was nothing more important than having dinner with his wife.

When Rong Yuan heard this, he instantly understood what Song Mingzhe meant.

If you want him to figure it out, isn't that just letting him do it to death.

He is very good at oppressing people with power.

Rong Yuan rubbed his fists secretly, and immediately had an idea.

He responded to Song Mingzhe, and then walked out of the office.

Song Mingzhe tidied up the table casually, and took the exclusive elevator down to pick up Ling Zhaozhao.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he saw Ling Zhaozhao standing quietly at the elevator door with a food box.

There are not many people walking around the exclusive elevator directly leading to the president's office on weekdays, so Ling Zhaozhao is not worried about being seen.

It was probably when the elevator opened that there was a gust of cold wind, which made Ling Zhaozhao shrink his neck subconsciously.

Seeing her like this, Song Mingzhe skillfully took off the scarf from his neck and wrapped it around her.

For the sake of beauty, Ling Zhaozhao doesn't like to wear overly bulky scarves even if he is afraid of the cold.

Song Mingzhe knew her little thoughts, but he didn't interfere too much with her thoughts.

Since she doesn't like wearing scarves, he wears them and gives them to her when she's cold.

Ling Zhaozhao caught Song Mingzhe's aura on the scarf, and couldn't help but bend his eyebrows with a smile.

Thinking of the scarf she was knitting again, she couldn't help touching Song Mingzhe's scarf, as if she wanted to study the texture he liked.

Her fingertips were red and swollen from being poked by the needle, Song Mingzhe noticed it with sharp eyes.

"What's going on here?"

He took her hand and looked at her red and swollen fingertips carefully.

"Maybe it was accidentally scalded when I just picked up the hot water. Let's go up quickly, otherwise the dishes will be cold when we order."

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that Song Mingzhe would find out something, so he lied casually, held Song Mingzhe's hand instead, and signaled him to go up quickly.

"Are you still eating in that living room today?"

Ling Zhaozhao took his hand and asked casually.

The living room seemed to be the place Boer used to receive heavyweight clients, but it had unknowingly become her and Song Mingzhe's private dining room.

Song Mingzhe was distracted by Ling Zhaozhao's question. He hummed in a low voice and followed Ling Zhaozhao into the elevator.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure, and Song Mingzhe couldn't help but pause.

"what's wrong?"

Seemingly sensing Song Mingzhe's pause, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little curious.

Song Mingzhe recalled the goose-yellow figure he had just seen, lowered his eyes to withdraw his expression, and pursed his lips.

"It's okay, let's go up."

As the elevator door slowly closed, a woman's figure appeared in the corner.

Gao Yue looked at the closed elevator entrance with a complicated expression, and couldn't believe what she just saw.

The more she thought about Ji Yumei, the more angry she became, and she couldn't help but want to ask Song Mingzhe to wear some shoes for Ji Yumei.

In the end, he didn't expect to see Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe standing together and talking intimately, and Song Mingzhe's scarf was still tied around Ling Zhaozhao's neck.

And Ling Zhaozhao also said today that he would have dinner with his boyfriend at noon.

Doesn't that mean that Song Mingzhe is Ling Zhaozhao's boyfriend?