CEO's Prisoned Love

After saying all these in one breath, Sheng Wangqing's face turned red, and she did not wait for Song Mingjian to reply. He then turned around and ran towards the door, saying, "I still have work to do. I'll be leaving first."

Song Ming opened the lunchbox. The color matching was quite exquisite, and the white rice grains were distinct. There were a few dishes in each of them. They were green oyster sauce broccoli, golden green pepper corn, crispy chicken legs with bright yellow oil, and dark brown fried goose liver.

The purpose of exhausting such thoughts was self-evident. Song Ming closed the lunchbox with force and pushed it away. He still felt that it was too much of an eyesore and threw it into the trash can.

It just so happened that when Ou Shihao saw this scene, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to his actions. Director Song was the head of the department, and he always did things swiftly and decisively.

He pretended not to understand and asked, "Boss Song, why are you so arrogant?" He pretended to sniff and said, "Such a fragrant smell, Miss Zhao's cooking skills are really good."

Song Mingjian frowned and asked coldly: "Who recruited her? Does the HR Department not need my approval to recruit any more staff now? "

Ou Shihao took the opportunity to call the HR manager and asked, "The new employee called Sheng Wangqing, who hired him?"

The manager said submissively, "It's me. She came in with Director Song's signboard, so I don't dare to reject it."

"Ou Shihao opened the hands-free, and Song Mingjian heard it very clearly." Are you trying to help a bunch of beggars ask for money under my banner? "

The manager stammered, unable to speak. After a long while, he cautiously asked: "Do you want to fire her?"

"Think of a way to deal with it yourself." Song Mingjian frowned even more, he opened fire at Ou Shihao: "You are getting more and more outrageous these days, putting everyone in my office, don't you know I'm busy?"

Ou Shihao waved his hand and slapped himself twice. "Yes, I will definitely take note of it in the future. In addition to Madam, even the President of the United States has come. I will also block it for you."

As he spoke, he secretly sized up Song Mingjian's expression. When he said the word "Madam", his expression clearly changed.

Song Mingjian loosened his tie as he felt that it was uncomfortable. "What the hell? Gu Xiangling just tied a tie for a few days, can't he even put on his own?" What lady? I don't have a wife! " There was a distinct trace of sadness in his voice when he said this.

Well, thought Oshima, you just have to be tough. His eyes were fixed on a pot of gooseberry wood in the corner, as if he was sighing with emotion or talking to himself. "In this lifetime, people often lose their happiness because of pride or misunderstanding."

Song Mingjian looked at him in astonishment, he simply could not believe his ears. This subordinate, who only knew how to throw himself into his work, could actually say such profound and philosophical words.

At the villa of the Champs-Elysées in Beijing:

The furnishings were extremely luxurious, stuffing her into the bedroom of the Imperial Palace. Shu Qingcheng silently put on her clothes and put on her tie. There was no expression on his face.

Hao Mengyuan then sat up. She was wearing a silk nightgown the color of honey. The unbuttoned front of her robe revealed her plump and plump figure. Her blurry eyes stared at Shu Qingcheng as she asked sorrowfully, "You're leaving again, aren't you willing to stay here for the night?"

Shu Qingcheng tied his tie and jumped off the bed. Without a word, he walked towards the door in large strides. Hao Mengyuan moaned. "With a cry, he jumped off the bed and ran over to hug his waist." Stay here with me, okay? The night is too lonely, too lonely, I can't stand it, not even for a moment. "