The president's pet daughter

She now understood that Ma Jun had regarded her as a gift to Cai Minghui from the very beginning, so he had been saying those inexplicable words since he landed.

Ling Zhaozhao dodged Cai Minghui's outstretched hand, and smiled inexplicably.

"Mr. Cai, I won't tell you anything. I'm not lucky enough to enjoy your meal."

As she spoke, she stomped Cai Minghui's foot under the table with the heel of her high-heeled shoes, and crushed it several times.

In order to look more formal today, she also specially wore a pair of high hats, but she didn't expect to use them here.

Cai Minghui didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to be so violent, grinning his teeth in pain.

"You woman..."

Cai Minghui gritted his teeth and said, but couldn't speak because of the pain in his foot.

"Ling Zhaozhao, don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao dared to treat Cai Minghui like this, Ma Jun couldn't help shouting in surprise.

It's over, it's over, it's good now, the duck he cooked is about to fly.

"Is it you who don't know what's good?"

Ling Zhaozhao snorted coldly, and poured the hot tea just poured by the waiter on Ma Jun's face without hesitation.

Fortunately, it was still hot, otherwise she would have to struggle to pour another cup.

Incidentally, he stood up and slapped Ma Jun across the face.

This slap was fast and accurate, and it used all the strength.

"Okay, don't you want me to introduce the situation? Then I will tell you about my situation. Is it enough? Do you want me to introduce it again?"

Ling Zhaozhao twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at Ma Jun, who was full of tea, with extremely contemptuous eyes.

Ma Jun was slapped, and he was immediately stunned. He covered his flushed face and looked at Ling Zhaozhao. He was so frightened that he didn't know what to say for a while.

He originally thought that a girl like Ling Zhaozhao could only obediently submit to this kind of thing.

But looking at her current posture, it looks like she wants to fight to the death.

Ling Zhaozhao stepped on the height of hate, and his aura was fully opened.

She looked down at them, eyes full of contempt and mockery.

"Treat the materials and plans I worked on all night as trash, right? You are the ones who should go into the trash bin the most."

"A good-looking person is a vase in your eyes? Are you raising fish with your cerebellum or water with your brain?"

She poured another cup of tea, looked at Cai Minghui, who was covering his feet with a painful face, and poured it on his head expressionlessly.

Remembering that this man wanted to grab her hand just now, and looked her up and down with wretched eyes, she felt sick to her stomach.

"Wash your face and take a good look in the mirror. You're still so dirty at an old age. It's really bad luck to talk about cooperation with someone like you, Boll."

Ma Jun watched her pour tea directly on Cai Minghui's head, wiped the water off his face in embarrassment, and shouted in shock.

"Ling Zhaozhao, are you crazy? Can you afford to lose this project?"

This is a project worth tens of millions!

He had coaxed Cai Minghui to talk about it for the past few months, and Ling Zhaozhao's spoiling undoubtedly ruined his future.

Ling Zhaozhao narrowed his almond eyes, and dropped the teacup on the ground with a crisp sound.

Seeing the coldness in Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, Ma Jun couldn't help being silent.

"This kind of project, don't worry about it."

She walked around the fragments on the ground, left this sentence in a very mocking manner, and then walked out of the box on Hentian Gao.

Ma Jun and Cai Minghui were wronged in the first place, seeing Ling Zhaozhao not only beating people but also throwing teacups, they were afraid that her violent temper would make things worse, so they could only swallow their anger and watch Ling Zhaozhao leave.

After Ling Zhaozhao left the box, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

It wasn't until she returned to her room and locked the room that she regained her ability to think.

After all, she was a little scared just now.

After all, she was facing two men, and she was at a disadvantage both in terms of strength and numbers.

But fortunately, both Ma Jun and Cai Minghui are paper tigers with superficial bluff.

But it is undeniable that this project really can not go on.

When Ling Zhaozhao thought of the materials and plans he had worked on all night, he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

And Ma Jun will definitely blame her on her head at that time. Whether she has any substantive evidence, she may have to lose her job by then.

But it was clearly not her fault.

Ling Zhaozhao felt inexplicably wronged.

She took out her mobile phone and clicked on the chat box with Song Mingzhe.

At this moment, the only person she could think of to confide in was him.

Ling Zhaozhao: I am wronged to death.

It wasn't until she sent this message out of nowhere that she suddenly realized that she had gone a little too far in sending this sentence.

What's more, Song Mingzhe is still the president's secretary, and if she pours all this bitterness on him, even if he wants to help her, he will be helpless because of the different departments he belongs to.

And she didn't need to bother him with these things.

The big deal is not to have this job.

After thinking about it, she still withdrew the message.

Then I sent a good evening emoji.

Song Mingzhe, who had just got off the plane, turned on his mobile phone and saw the original message from Ling Zhaozhao.

Then I saw her withdraw and sent an emoji to remedy it.

He paused and called Ling Zhaozhao directly.

The moment Ling Zhaozhao saw Song Mingzhe's phone call, his heart was in his throat.

"Ling Zhaozhao."

As soon as the phone was connected, she heard his deep voice.

"Where are you?"

Ling Zhaozhao gripped the phone tightly and said haha.

"Of course I'm on a business trip in Xueyuan. Didn't I tell you? I'm going to go shopping now. Just now I wanted to ask you if you had dinner."

Maybe Ling Zhaozhao didn't know, she would talk a lot in a panic when she was nervous.

But Song Mingzhe knew.

"Send me the address."

Cullinan, who was picked up by Song Mingzhe, had a stormy look in his eyes.

He was 100% sure that Ling Zhaozhao was hiding something from him.

And it was not a small matter, and it made her unhappy.

"What's the use of sending you? Are you going to Xueyuan now?"

Ling Zhaozhao's voice suddenly dropped.

She really wants to go home now, she feels disgusted by everything here.

And she wanted to see him too.

It's just impossible.

He should have just got off work from Ball, how could he suddenly fly to Xueyuan.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm in Xueyuan now."

Hearing that something was wrong with Ling Zhaozhao's mood, Song Mingzhe couldn't help softening his tone.

Ling Zhaozhao almost sat up directly from the bed.

Did she hear it right?

"Are you here...on a business trip?"

Ling Zhaozhao asked hesitantly.

This is too coincidental, and she has never heard him say that she will come to Xueyuan for a business trip?

Song Mingzhe looked at Xiaoxue falling from the sky outside the window, and replied in a low voice.

It's not even a business trip.

After all, he was here for her.