Mr.president, you are too gentle

Before long, assistant Gao brought the information about paying Xiaoxiao's entry from the human resources department. Without saying a word, he handed it to Cheng shaozhao. On the cover was a prominent personal introduction.

Cheng shaozhao opened the first side and was attracted by the two inch certificate photo above. It should be the certificate photo taken in college. At that time, she had long hair, shawl and eyebrow bangs.

His hair was soft on his forehead, revealing a pair of innocent and clear big eyes. She was plain faced and smiled at the camera. Her skin was white and her chin was delicate and soft.

Wearing a Navy Dress with a big turned blue collar and a small blue and white tie, the face is very young.

Originally a clever girl, this picture is even more childish. With a little shy smile, the green apple is just like the green apple just listed in summer.

Inexplicably, I thought of Eve in the apple orchard. Maybe it's the same with her smile. Just lost Adam's heart and even swallowed the apple.

His hand involuntarily touched Fu Xiaoxiao's face in the photo. Cheng shaozhao's face was like her once, with a light smile.

However, when his eyes hurriedly scanned her other materials, Cheng shaozhao's face changed slightly.

The personal introduction clearly says that cherry's Chinese name is Fu Xiaoxiao. Pay little? These three words seem to involve something in his memory, which makes Cheng shaozhao feel inexplicably familiar.

Suddenly, the uneasiness in his heart made the smile on Cheng shaozhao's face disappear. He frowned and seriously recalled where he had seen the name.

Small, small, seems to be the name that has been circulated countless times between his thoughts and words.

Cheng shaozhao's head ached when his slender fingers stroked his temples. He closed his eyes and fell into the darkness, seriously remembering where he had heard the name.

Suddenly, a clear and delicate child voice reached his ears. "Brother shaozhao, higher and higher! Wow, I seem to be catching the stars, brother shaozhao!"

Cheng shaozhao couldn't help laughing at the happy children's voice with endless easy satisfaction. Then there was a frightened voice, "brother shaozhao, I'm afraid, too high, too high! Stop quickly, I'm afraid."

A picture came out of my mind gradually, in the starry summer night. On the swing dotted with flowers and plants in the courtyard, there is a little girl wearing a white bubble skirt. She is only four or five years old, but she is white and tender, which is very lovable.

The shoes were casually thrown on the grass. She sat on the swing barefoot, holding the swing shelves on both sides tightly with both hands. From time to time, he turned his head and smiled at Cheng shaozhao like a silver bell. His smile was pure and lovely.

Her voice was either cheerful or frightened, but it was full of childish dependence. I can hear how much I trust the boy behind me.

The boy who carefully helped her push the swing in the back is very familiar with the enlarged face. It was when he was a child that Cheng shaozhao was not such an expressionless and cold president at that time. His face was still with the joy of children.