Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Zhong Ying booked a flight ticket to Haicheng for herself early on, the earliest flight at [-]:[-] the next morning.

After booking the tickets, he arranged the work at hand, hummed a song and left work.

Seeing her like this, the senior executives couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay, feeling incredible.

In the morning, he still had a murderous look on his face, but in the blink of an eye, the spring breeze is blowing on his face. Are women so fickle?

But Zhong Zong is not an ordinary woman.

So everyone speculated that Mr. Zhong might be sick at home these two days, and he was too suffocated by not letting her work. When he heard that he was going on a business trip, he regained his energy.

The executives gave their thumbs up one after another. Who can compare to this professionalism?

The president is like this, no one of the subordinates dares to slack off, they all cheer up and immediately put themselves into work.

Except for one.

Ling Xiao, Zhong Ying's male assistant.

Ling Xiao drove her home, and he could tell that Zhong Ying was not excited about the business trip.

Because she didn't look at the materials prepared for her to meet the news company, and directly threw them into the briefcase.

In the past, she would use the bus time to read the materials.

When she got out of the car outside Zhong Ying's house, she emphasized again the departure time of her flight tomorrow, asking Ling Xiao to pick her up early, and don't miss the flight.

After explaining, Zhong Ying asked him if his dark circles were serious, and did he look listless.

Looking at her haggard face and unusually bright eyes, Ling Xiao felt sour in his heart.

He jokingly asked: "Mr. Zhong, is this in love?"

She was slightly taken aback, "You also have a fever, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Ling Xiao smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I said something wrong."

Then he reminded his superior as usual: "The dark circles under your eyes are a bit heavy. Take a good rest tonight and don't work. I have prepared the materials in detail. You will have time to read them when you arrive at the venue tomorrow. Don't worry."

"Brother Ling is doing business, I have always been at ease." Zhong Ying patted his arm with a smile, turned around and walked towards the gate of the villa.

Ling Xiao was the same age as her, but she joined the company earlier than her. It turned out that she was under her father's staff, and the two had known each other for many years.

Zhong Ying occasionally joked with him and would call him Brother Ling.

But Ling Xiao has always been very reserved in front of her. He said that even now, when he sees her calling, his heart beats nervously.

"By the way, Mr. Zhong." Ling Xiao caught up.

"Anything else?"

"Would you like me to prepare a breakfast for you in advance? If you get up early tomorrow, you probably won't be able to make it yourself." Then he added: "I cook delicious food."

Zhong Ying smiled and said, don't bother, just go to the airport to eat something, after all, you have to go to the airport at five o'clock, if you plan to go early, what time do you have to get up.

She is a workaholic, but she knows how to be considerate of her subordinates, and she will not ask her subordinates to do private things for her outside of work.

Ling Xiao agreed, and got into the car silently.

He set three alarm clocks in his mobile phone, each with an interval of 10 minutes.

Sending Zhong Ying to the airport tomorrow, he can't miss the time, even though he doesn't want her to go...

As soon as Zhong Ying got home, she kicked off her shoes, turned on the stereo, and started to pack her luggage accompanied by bright and enthusiastic flamenco music.

After packing my luggage, I took a hot bath again, made a facial mask, and drank a small glass of red wine before going to bed to help me sleep.

Then lie comfortably on the bed, waiting to fly to Haicheng tomorrow morning.

As soon as he lay down, the phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Song Yang, so he quickly opened it and took a look.

Song Yang asked her how she was doing, and if she still had symptoms of dizziness.

Zhong Ying replied; "I'm a good person now. By the way, I'm going to Haicheng for a business trip tomorrow. You shouldn't have left yet, have you?"

Song Yang asked: "What time is the flight?"

"If it's not later, it will land at 09:30. Are you free at noon? Let's have a meal. I'll treat you. Thank you for taking care of me these two days."

After a while, Song Yang replied to her: "I am also on the plane tomorrow. I will take off at nine o'clock and go to Lille..."

Zhong Ying stared at the phone screen, feeling at a loss.

The good mood of the whole day suddenly fell to the bottom.

Only then did she realize that she wanted to go to Haicheng so much because she didn't love work...

Song Yang sent her another message, asking her to pay attention to her body and so on. She didn't look carefully, turned off her phone, and fell asleep with her head covered.

Early the next morning, Zhong Ying set off as planned, even though there were 1 people who didn't remember when she woke up.

But if you say you want to lead the team, you have to do it, and it is not realistic to make a temporary substitution.

Until boarding the plane, she was still listless.

Sitting on the plane, she took out the love breakfast prepared for her by her assistant Ling Xiao, opened it and took a look, it was quite rich and suited her taste, but she didn't have any appetite, so she closed the lid and put it back in the bag.

It took 10 minutes to read the information, then put on the blindfold, leaned back, and started to catch up on sleep.

When we got off the plane, it was nine o'clock in the morning, and it was drizzling and chilly in Haicheng.

She wrapped herself in a thin windbreaker, pushed a trolley case, and walked in the cold wind, feeling very desolate.

The colleague on a business trip with her is on a flight at noon, and it hasn't taken off yet. She regrets not booking the same flight with her colleagues the day before.

Just like that, I left the terminal and came to the taxi pick-up point.

She set off alone without notifying her partner or other friends, so no one came to pick her up at the airport, so she had to take a taxi back by herself.

There are very few cars today, there are a lot of people queuing up, and the empty cars are slow to come.

Zhong Ying stamped her feet, looking helplessly into the distance.

A cup of hot coffee was handed to him.

"It's pretty fast. You came out when I bought a cup of coffee."

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhong Ying's mood instantly brightened, and she turned her head to look to her side. It wasn't that guy Song Yang.

After a while, he was at the airport because he was also on the plane today and was going to Lille.

But remember that his flight is at nine o'clock, and it's already 09:30 now.

I took his coffee and asked him why he hasn't left yet, is the flight delayed?

"I'm not going, I'm here to pick you up."

Zhong Ying was taken aback, "Backed again?"

The word "again" was well used, and Song Yang couldn't help laughing, "Yes, for you, I refunded the ticket again."

Zhong Ying was a little happy, a little sad, and more curious.

"When did I become so important?"

Song Yang glanced at her, "You are my benefactor now, of course it is important."

Zhong Ying remembered that she hadn't read the script he sent, and she was a little sorry, saying that she hadn't bothered to read the script.

"No hurry." He took off his woolen coat and put it on her shoulders without asking any questions. "Let's go first, we'll talk about it in the car."

So Song Yang helped her push the trolley case and walked in front, while Zhong Ying was holding hot coffee, wrapped in his warm coat, and followed behind him.

There was still his body temperature in the coat, as well as the faint fragrance of his cologne.

Zhong Ying pursed the corners of her lips, feeling her whole body warm up from inside to outside.