CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

Compared with Leng Shaoheng's indifference, Leng Shaojun always has a loose smile on his face,

he takes one out of the flowers and plays with it in his hand. He pinches a petal with his fingers and carelessly replies: "Dad is not going to hand over the company to me. I came to get familiar with the environment ahead of time. I didn't expect to encounter such a hot thing when I first came here."

Leng Shaoheng's eyebrows are frowning tightly, his narrow deep eyes are slightly narrowed, and there is a flash of dangerous light.

Leng Shaojun keenly caught the thick warning in his eyes, pulled the petals, and immediately looked down at the delicate rose.

He tilted up a corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of interest. "It's my future sister-in-law From Charlotte? "

From his tone, it's not hard to hear ridicule and a little sarcasm.

Leng Shaoheng's trim long eyebrows wrinkled deeper, and his tone became colder and colder. "In the end, it's OK. If it's OK, you can go!"

Leng Shaojun didn't get angry at all. He stood up slowly with a three-point smile on his lips.

"If you are busy, I won't disturb my brother's office."

Looking at his elegant and loose figure, Leng Shaoheng's urgent eyebrows stretch out until the door is closed.

Raise your hand to put the rose aside and force your attention into your work.

But when he put his name on the unfinished document and took it away for another one, the card came into his eyes without warning, and he was lost for a moment.

This time, the eyes are no longer warm, because Leng Shaojun's visit has become complicated and struggling.

Leng Yuwen called Leng Shaojun back from abroad in order to threaten him to marry Charlotte, otherwise he would hand over the management power of the company.

Only he knows how much hard work and effort he has spent on the scale and influence of Dingsheng.

No one can understand how important prosperity is to him.

At 5:20, Leng Shaoheng left work early and took the roses and cards with him.

The sad secretary, who was sent back to make a hundred dinners, rushed to the company at twenty-five.

But found that the president has gone ahead of time, tired to lie on the door straight panting, thought early know people are not there, do not have to rush so hard.

Wait until you have enough breath to call Leng Shaoheng.

"Hello, Mr. Leng, the 100 dinners you asked me to cook have already arrived at your office. What should I do now?"

As for how hard it is to do it, how hard it is to transport it to the company, and how messy the kitchen is at home I just want to know these things. I can't tell my boss. Anyway, even if I say it, I can't get the credit.

The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, and then came a serious order, "give it to 100 employees, and you should record their comments one by one."

The secretary was petrified and his respectful expression cracked a little.

What the hell is this mission?

She's a secretary, not a hotel chef. What would you like to try?

It's all her fault that she said in the morning that she gave it to the president as dark food, which is why the president "retaliated.".

"You deserve it. Who told you to talk so much?" She slapped herself in the mouth. With a look of depression and helplessness, she took the food to the waiting hall.

I just don't know who is the woman cooking. How can Leng Shaoheng be so spoiled?

She rushed to send out all the 100 boxed meals before work. Instead of foolishly asking for comments one by one, she went back upstairs, picked up a pen and paper, and wrote hard.