Domineering CEO: Woman, please be responsible

The next day, as soon as Song Qingtian arrived at the company, the editor-in-chief knocked on her desk and signaled her to follow her to the office.

Song Qingtian thought of the interview draft handed in two days ago, felt a little nervous, and nervously followed the editor-in-chief into the office.

"Sit down." As soon as she entered the office, Han Qing beckoned her to sit down.

Song Qingtian felt apprehensive and flattered.She sat up straight and asked nervously, "Editor-in-Chief, is there something wrong with the manuscript I submitted?"

Han Qing gave her a rare smile, "No big problem, the writing is not bad, it can be revised and published in our magazine."

It was the first time that Song Qingtian's manuscript was adopted, and it was also the first time that it was affirmed by the editor-in-chief.This feeling is like a person who has achieved nothing has finally improved and can support her to continue walking.

She smiled foolishly, not knowing what to say other than thank you.

"I remember, last time on the set of Tanglin City, actor Cheng treated you very well, and even asked his assistant to bring you a stool."?

"Uh...he probably thinks I look familiar." She giggled, "However, as you know, the editor-in-chief, I have a public face, so he probably recognized the wrong person."

"I see that he treats you well. It just so happens that this time you interview alone, and three days later, write the manuscript for interviewing the actor Cheng and give it to me."

Song Qingtian's eyes widened.Interview Cheng Yingdi?sky!Is it necessary to make an appointment in advance for an interview of this level?In three days, you need to make an appointment, interview, and write a manuscript?God!She and Cheng Yingdi really don't know that well!Oh no, I'm not familiar with it at all!

"Editor-in-chief, is three days too...too tight? The announcements of these big stars are full every day, and they may not be able to spare time immediately, I think..." Song Qingtian nervously twitched her palms. Sweating, she really felt that she could not complete this difficult task.

"Whether you can complete the task depends on your ability. Do you think our company is so easy to work with? Of course, if you want to rely on the mountain of the president, I have no problem, but you don't want to learn from me." There's something."

What Song Qingtian is most afraid of is that people say that she relies on Shen Xiangzhi, and her nerves tense up.

Song Qingtian is an independent woman in the new era, hoping to support herself with her own strength and realize the value of life in her work.She shook her head hastily, "Editor-in-Chief, I will work hard to complete the task!"

In order to prove herself, Song Qingtian boasted boldly in front of the editor-in-chief.However, as soon as she walked out of the office, she looked like a deflated ball, with her head downcast.

What should I do?

At noon, Song Qingtian took lunch and went upstairs to Shen Xiangzhi for dinner.Now everyone in the company knows about their relationship, and Song Qingtian is not as embarrassed as before.

When she went up, Shen Xiangzhi was on the phone.She walked in quietly, put the lunch box on the coffee table, and went to the kitchen to make porridge for Shen Xiangzhi.

In order to make porridge for Shen Xiangzhi, she also bought a porridge casserole. Just wash the rice and put it in the casserole. It's very simple and fast.

Song Qingtian was washing rice when Shen Xiangzhi suddenly hugged her from behind.His body was pressed against hers, Song Qingtian was a little nervous, and his body froze slightly.

"Finished calling?"

"Hmm." Shen Xiangzhi pressed his head against Song Qingtian's neck, greedily inhaling the smell of her body.Song Qingtian doesn't wear perfume, but she has a body fragrance, which is very refreshing, and Shen Xiangzhi likes it very much.

Song Qingtian was ticklish, so Shen Xiangzhi pressed his head against her neck, breathing in and out, making her giggle, "Itchy, don't scratch me." She pushed him while laughing.

Shen Xiangzhi was quite aggrieved, "I didn't scratch you." He slightly tightened his hands and hugged Song Qingtian even tighter.

Song Qingtian had no choice but to let him continue to hold her.His breath was spraying on her neck, hot and scalding.

Song Qingtian felt that Shen Xiangzhi, who hugged her so tightly, was like a child seeking warmth.She not only loves him, but also loves him more.