Tyrannical Love: The Chief's Exclusive Baby

At this moment, Ye Xinqi, who is the secretary of the president, looked at this scene coldly, and felt a little weird in her heart...

It is estimated that even President Song is feeling a little upset now. He said to the shareholders with a cold face, "I will inform everyone of the new situation in the future. This is the end of today's meeting. Let's adjourn the meeting!"

After speaking, Song Yifeng took the lead in leaving the conference room with his hands.

Seeing that the president had left first, the other shareholders also got up and left one after another.

When Ye Xinqi got up and walked to the door of the meeting room, she turned her head inadvertently, but happened to see the shareholder Wang Huarun and Song Bowen who was facing each other smiling.

Perhaps sensing that someone was watching them, Song Bowen immediately suppressed the smile on his face, stopped talking to Wang Huarun, and left the conference room quickly.

"Strange, didn't that Song Bowen just joined the company not long ago, and Wang Huarun is an old shareholder, but why do these two seem to have a good relationship?"

Ye Xinqi was thinking blankly while walking towards the secretary's office.

In the afternoon, in the president's office.

A male subordinate was standing in front of President Song's desk, tremblingly reporting.

"President, after the food poisoning incident was exposed last night, our company's stock is still falling, and shareholders are complaining more and more about you!"

Hearing the subordinate's report, Song Yifeng rubbed his temples irritably, and asked with a sad face.

"Have you found any evidence that someone deliberately poisoned you?"

The male subordinate shook his head helplessly, "President, what a coincidence, when we were investigating the kitchen camera, we found that the camera was broken..."

Song Yifeng's falcon-like black eyes shot a gloomy look, and he said coldly.

"This further proves my suspicion, someone must be secretly playing tricks!"

The male subordinate nodded, and said worriedly, "But we can't find evidence now, what should we do?"

Song Yifeng thought for a while, and said coldly, "Send someone to investigate the information of those staff in the kitchen, there must be moles among them!"

"Okay, I'll check right away! If there's anything new, I'll report back to you..."

The subordinate nodded respectfully, turned and left, and when he was screwing on the door of the president's office, he was surprised to see the manager Song Bowen standing outside the door.

The subordinate hurriedly greeted him,

"Manager Song!"

Song Bowen's long and narrow eyes flashed a bit narrow, but after a moment, his expression had returned to calm, and he smiled nonchalantly, "I'm here to find the president!"

"Then please come in!" The subordinate smiled and reopened the door of the president's office.

"Thank you!" Song Bowen thanked him gently, and then walked into the president's office.

Song Bowen walked to the luxurious president's desk, looked at Song Yifeng, and said with concern. "Brother, do you need my help?"

"Bowen, no need!"

Song Yifeng immediately raised his head, glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his head, his eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and his long fingers were typing on the computer keyboard quickly.

Song Bowen still did not give up and asked, "Brother, is there really no place that needs my help?"

"No, just do your job well!"

"Okay, then I'll go to work!" When Song Bowen turned to leave, there was a silent sneer on the corner of his mouth.