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Kangcheng international.

When song Tingchen dragged his tired body to Kangcheng international, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Opening the door, Qin Youle's unique perfume smelling, and Song Tingchen's sad mood surged from the bottom of his heart. On the way back, song Tingchen was thinking about what Qin Youle said. He still couldn't believe that all this was true. He couldn't accept this fact.

After staying in the bathroom for nearly half an hour, song Tingchen relaxed. He felt that every cell in his body was particularly cold. He had been soaking in hot water for a long time before he felt that his body gradually warmed up.

Lying in bed, song Tingchen tossed and turned. He was used to Qin Youle's company every night. He was used to holding her in his arms as soon as he turned around. He was used to smelling her hair at the tip of his nose.

I don't know how long I kept my eyes open. When I was very tired, song Tingchen finally fell asleep.

But song Tingchen didn't sleep long, and the alarm clock rang again.

Song Tingchen habitually stretched out his hand to hold Qin Youle. When he threw himself into the air, the sense of loss in his heart immediately slowly rose to his chest.

"I forgot." Song Tingchen said with self mockery that he got up, washed and was ready to go out as usual. He just felt something missing in his heart.

An hour and a half later, dawn group.

"President song."

"Song zongzao!"

"President song!"

Song Tingchen has just stepped into Chenxi group. When he met his employees, he greeted them one after another.

Song Tingchen seemed not to hear these greetings. He walked straight in and stopped at the elevator. Unlike in the past, song Tingchen not only didn't greet people, but also his always sharp eyes became dull.

When Huang Zhiming arrived at the company worried, he was stopped by Zheng Huier first.

"How's president song?" Huang Zhiming asked nervously, "you don't know. I just heard everyone talking about President song in the bathroom. Everyone can see that president Song's state is obviously wrong."

Zheng Huier's face was even more ugly. She whispered, "the state is very bad. In the morning, I even had to change three cups of coffee. I also asked me to change the cleaner. He said that the sanitation was not cleaned up. Anyway, he was very different today. "

Huang Zhiming scratched his hair: "so, President song is completely out of order today, isn't he?"

Zheng Huier nodded very seriously: "moreover, I just reminded him that there was a meeting at 9 o'clock in the morning. He forgot that the materials were not ready and asked me to cancel the meeting."

Huang Zhiming looked down at the time and asked, "was this meeting just arranged in the morning?"

"Yes." Zheng Huier said sadly, "President song called me last night and asked me to move part of tomorrow's trip to today. However, I don't think president Song's state today is suitable for staying in the office. "

Huang Zhiming asked puzzled, "what does that mean? We can't let him go to the crew. It's even worse to go to the crew. In his current state, he must get a problem at that time."

"Hui'er, where's the information I want!" An impatient voice came from the office.

Just hearing the sound, Huang Zhiming knew that something bad was going on.

"Bring it in right away." Zheng Huier picked up the information in her hand and said nervously, "Zhiming, I have to send this material in first. Come in with me."

Huang Zhiming was duty bound to follow him into the office. He saw a mess on the ground, there were crumpled scraps of paper everywhere, and the office was very dark because song Tingchen pulled all the curtains.

"President song, what's the matter?" Huang Zhiming pretended to be relaxed and said, "you see, in this sunny day, we should open the curtains."

When Huang Zhiming spoke, he brushed the floor and opened the curtain. The dazzling sun immediately shone into the office through the French window, and the room suddenly became bright.

Song Tingchen subconsciously covered the light with his hand: "pull back the curtain for me."

"Mr. Song, it's not good for you to draw the curtains like this." Huang Zhiming patiently comforted, "you don't know, the research of the World Health Organization shows that there is no light for a long time..."

"Pull it up." Song Tingchen said coldly again. He looked very depressed with his head down.

"Mr. Song, in fact, I will..."

"Huang Zhiming!" Song Tingchen suddenly looked at Huang Zhiming. He clenched his fist and shouted, "Huang Zhiming, I don't want to say it for the third time!"

Seeing that song Tingchen's face was not right, Zheng Huier quickly winked at Huang Zhiming.

Huang Zhiming had no choice but to compromise and close the curtain: "Mr. Song, you are so sad now. Madam, she doesn't want to see you like this. Why don't you go to her and make it clear. "“ Make it clear? " Song Tingchen snorted coldly, "hui'er, have you brought me all the information I want?"

"Yes, it's all here." Zheng Huier hurriedly put the information on the table. She summoned up the courage to look up at Song Tingchen and then took back her eyes.

"Say what you want to say. Don't hide it." Song Tingchen said while turning over the information. His face was green and his lips were tight, which made people afraid.

Zheng Huier moved her lips and said, "President song, the board of directors that ends this year will open tomorrow. Today, you have to raise your spirits, and there is a lot of work to do today. "

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Song Tingchen looked at Zheng Huier. His eyes were very cold and breathtaking.

Although Zheng Huier was a little timid, she cleared her throat and said, "President song, when I introduced me in the summer, I promised not because of the high salary you offered me, but because you attracted me."

Song Tingchen's throat moved up and down.

"In the circle, you have always been a model praised by others." Zheng Huier said sincerely, "everyone praises your talent as a director, and even more about your business talent. I came here just to learn from you, not to see you like this. "

Huang Zhiming was nervous and sweating. He saw song Tingchen's face getting colder and colder. In the end, it was just a piece of ice.

"Are you finished?" Song Tingchen asked in a deep voice.

"No!" Zheng Huier raised her voice and said, "Mr. Song, what I said to you today is from the bottom of my heart. Even if you fired me, I still want to tell you that if you continue like this, you will be ashamed of your good reputation and our hard-working subordinates who follow you!"

Song Tingchen narrowed his eyes. He looked at Zheng Huier for a long time.

"Well, Mr. Song, i..." seeing that the atmosphere was very delicate, Huang Zhiming hurried to adjust. He cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Song, you must not have eaten in the morning. I'll buy you something you want to eat."

Song Tingchen still did not speak. The three were in an awkward situation.

Zheng Huier took a deep breath. She took back her eyes looking at Song Tingchen and sighed, "President song, I don't need you to fire me. I resign and leave myself."

Song Tingchen gently raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, hui'er, don't be kidding." Huang Zhiming was frightened. He hurriedly advised, "how could president Song fire you? Don't be angry."

Zheng Huier stubbornly stopped talking.

"Mr. Song, say a word!" Huang Zhiming said excitedly that although he didn't get along with Zheng Huier for a long time, Huang Zhiming had a very good impression of Zheng Huier and always felt that he was a capable player of song Tingchen.

"Excited about what!" Song Tingchen asked calmly, "did I say to fire hui'er?"

"Ah?" Huang Zhiming was confused.

Zheng Huier was confused.

"What are you excited about? Did I say to fire anyone? " Song Tingchen asked angrily, "I spoil you too much at ordinary times. They are lawless one by one. They will not only teach me a lesson, but also threaten me with resignation now, won't they?"

"Mr. Song, i..." Zheng Huier lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.

"You what you!" Song Tingchen glanced at the materials on the table and ordered, "go out to work. After an hour, call the group to have a meeting to see what materials are needed for tomorrow's meeting."

Seeing that song Tingchen seemed to be all right, Huang Zhiming and Zheng Huier looked at each other happily.

"Mr. Song, are we out to work?" Huang Zhiming asked tentatively.

"Nonsense, what are you doing in there?" Song Tingchen cleared his throat and said, "by the way, hui'er, buy me some breakfast. I'm hungry."

Zheng Huier raised her eyes and looked at Song Tingchen happily. She quickly nodded and said, "OK, I'll buy it right away."

"Well, get out." Song Tingchen nodded.

Huang Zhiming and Zheng Huier looked at each other with a smile and withdrew from the office together.

"I was really scared to death just now"! Out of the office, Huang Zhiming was still in shock. He patted his chest and said, "hui'er, you don't know our general manager song's temper and can't let others say him."

Zheng Huier shrugged: "in fact, I don't know what I thought at that time. When I saw president song like that, I just felt very angry. Now think about it, I'm also very afraid. "

"But it doesn't matter," Huang Zhiming smiled. "From this matter, you can see that song always really likes you. It's a blessing in disguise. "

"Sort of." Zheng Huier said with a smile, "well, stop talking. I'll have someone go downstairs to buy breakfast for president song. You also have a lot to do."

Huang Zhiming waved and left the Secretary's office.

President's room.

Song Tingchen went to the French window and opened the curtain.

Below the dawn building is the main block of S City, with traffic and people coming and going.

Looking at all this bustling, song Tingchen sighed. As the president and director of Chenxi, he has no time to be sad. There are a lot of things waiting for him to do every day. The abnormality in the morning was just a rare caprice.

Song Tingchen took out his mobile phone from his pocket. The mobile phone was very quiet and didn't have a message. Since last night, he has not contacted Qin Youle again. Qin Youle's mobile phone is always turned off. Liang Yin, the only channel he can find, has also gone abroad, so he has no way to start.

Thinking of these, song Tingchen silently returned to his desk.