The president's pet daughter

Gao Yu looked at his president in confusion.

Then he saw a girl with a delicate face beside Song Mingzhe, but he had never seen it before, and suddenly came to his senses.

There are countless people who want to get close to Song Mingzhe on purpose. It seems that the president is afraid that his identity will be exposed, and then he will provoke these crazy rotten peach blossoms.

Well, as expected of his boss, his mind is as clear as his career line!

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe's perfect side profile, and wondered if it was her illusion. Song Mingzhe was at the same level as Gao Yu, but Song Mingzhe's aura just now was like Gao Yu's boss.

Probably Song Mingzhe has an iceberg face.

Song Mingzhe glanced lightly at Ling Zhaozhao, who was somewhat restrained, and his deep voice echoed in Ling Zhaozhao's ears.

"Do you want to take this document to the president together?"

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes lit up a few degrees instantly.

It would be great if you don't have to face that fierce president directly.

"Xiao Songzi, thank you then."

She blinked playfully, and stuffed the document into Song Mingzhe's hands.

"Let me add your prestige. If there is any problem with the document, please tell me quietly."

After all, this document had to be handed over to the president for signature. If it wasn't for this, Peng Rui wouldn't have let her come.

She took the shortcut of Song Mingzhe, and naturally she didn't want Song Mingzhe to bear it all for her if something went wrong.

And last time she clearly gave Song Mingzhe the contact information, but Song Mingzhe didn't contact her for a long time, and he didn't seem to be a proactive person.

But it doesn't matter, fortunately she is not too thin-skinned.

Standing by the side, watching his nose with his eyes, watching his heart with his nose, Gao Yu, who was trying to be a little transparent, couldn't help but hum in his heart when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words.

Song Mingzhe has never liked this kind of online social interaction, and even Song Mingzhe, an important partner, only communicates with them on the phone.

Even if this woman is somewhat pretty, her own president will not give her prestige!

Just when Gao Yu was happily preparing to see Ling Zhaozhao's rejected bitter gourd, Song Mingzhe raised his eyelids, and unexpectedly took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his suit pants.

"Ah."

Gao Yu: ...

He has reasonable reasons to suspect that his president has been taken away.

How could this still be his indifferent boss, who can see from a distance but can't be played with?

Seeing that he did not refuse, Ling Zhaozhao frowned, and took the initiative to scan Song Mingzhe's prestige business card.

His profile picture is a green mountain covered in clouds and mist, which really matches his temperament.

Can't figure it out, and reject people for thousands of miles.

"Thank you, let me know if you have anything to do!"

Ling Zhaozhao happily put away the phone, and waved goodbye to Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe nodded, watched Ling Zhaozhao walk into the elevator, and watched the elevator door slowly close.

At the same time, his phone suddenly vibrated slightly.

Song Mingzhe glanced at his phone, it was a prestige message from Ling Zhaozhao.

Her avatar is a Samoyed smiling crookedly, which looks funny and cute.

She posted a GIF of a kitten sticking out its tongue.

Inexplicably, Song Mingzhe unexpectedly felt that this kitten was very similar to Ling Zhaozhao.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and Gao Yu who was standing beside him began to doubt his life.

Not only didn't he refuse to give prestige, but now he looks at the phone screen and smiles. Is this still his noble and glamorous president? !

But Gao Yu's professionalism made him always remember his job responsibilities, he cleared his throat, and temporarily recovered from the shock.

"President, the chairman is waiting for you in the office..."

Hearing this, Song Mingzhe's slightly hooked mouth instantly calmed down.

"understood."

Song Mingzhe stuffed the document in Gao Yu's arms with cold eyes.

This familiar tone and expression instantly made Gao Yu heave a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the president is still the same president, not a fake.

The reason why the president did that must have his own reasons!

definitely is!

……

In the blink of an eye, it was the busiest time of the season for the marketing department, and Ling Zhaozhao, the team leader, was forced to work overtime for a few days.

It wasn't until she was lying comfortably on the sofa at home that she felt alive.

"Zhao Zhao, are you busy these days?"

The elder mother, Yunmei, sat next to Ling Zhaozhao with a glass of honey water, smiling brightly.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that his mother's smile was inexplicably creepy.

"Why haven't you been in touch with Xiao Song these days? Is there any conflict between the young couple?"