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

With her hair messed up by Song Yang, Zhong Ying froze for two seconds in the elevator.

"I don't have insomnia anymore." She said dazedly.

Song Yang raised his eyebrows: "Is there any credit for it?"

The corner of Zhong Ying's mouth twitched, although, why can't this person speak well.

She and Song Yang are not children in their teens or twenties, she basically doesn't know how to act like a baby, and he usually doesn't engage in spoiled or nasty things.

Why did this person suddenly change his personality today, and he spoke in a nasty way again, and patted his head to kill him again.

"Still coming out?" Song Yang stood at the elevator entrance and helped her press the door open button.

Ling Yao has already gone out and is walking towards his own office.

Zhong Ying came out of the elevator, took a deep look at Song Yang, and then at Ling Yao who had already entered the office.

She didn't speak any more, and brought Song Yang into the president's office.

There were only two people left, Zhong Ying closed the door and called Song Yang.

"You deliberately?"

Song Yang looked back at her, didn't say yes or no, he picked up the remote control and opened the curtains and windows for her.

Zhong Ying put her handbag on the desk, sat on her soft and comfortable white leather chair, and looked at Song Yang.

"You're jealous, so you touched my hair on purpose and said that to annoy my assistant."

Song Yang came to her and leaned casually on her desk.

He was the first one who dared to sit on Zhong Ying's desk like this.

And when Zhong Ying examined him, he also examined Zhong Ying.

"Actually, I want to do something even more extreme."

Zhong Ying frowned: "What else do you want to do?"

He bent down and hooked her neck, a gentle yet passionate, restrained yet passionate kiss fell on Zhong Ying's lips.

Zhong Ying's aura of being the CEO was instantly shattered.

This kiss carefully reminded her that Song Yang was not her subordinate, nor those who looked up to her and worshiped her.

He is her man, the one who dared to turn off her shower and lock her in his arms...

I don't know how long I was kissed by him.

When the phone on the table rang, Zhong Ying suddenly recovered from the warm kiss, and pursed her lower lip: "Let me... answer the phone."

His breathing was not steady, and he smiled: "Take it, I won't stop it."

When he was talking, he looked at her lips with a smile, playful and a little mean.

Zhong Ying glared at this guy, pushed his chest, and picked up the landline phone.

Song Yang also walked away from her desk, went to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked out the window.

It was Ling Yao who called, saying that the conference room was ready, and the two old men had already arrived at the front desk on the first floor. If she was ready, she could come to the elevator and greet her together.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Ying took out the makeup mirror, checked her makeup, and reapplied her lipstick.

Then he said to Song Yang: "The inside is the lounge, if you are sleepy, go to sleep, I will have a meeting, and I will be back in a while."

Song Yang looked at her sideways, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to have something to say, but in the end he just nodded: "Go on, don't worry about me."

"Okay, then I'm leaving." Zhong Ying hung her hair behind her ears, picked up the pad on the table, and strode out of the office.

Seeing that capable figure disappear at the door, and hearing her crisp high-heeled shoes disappear behind the door, Song Yang felt a sense of loss in his heart.

It turns out that the free and easy one has always been her...

After half a month of separation, she managed to deal with her workplace romance, negotiated two major projects vigorously, and cured her insomnia.

But he, like being in prison, looks at the calendar every day before going to bed, and another day has passed, and there are still a few days left before we can meet again.

He also finally understood why such an excellent man as Ling Yao was willing to be her deputy.

Some people just have such a charm, which attracts you unconsciously and makes you willing to live with her as the center.

If it's possible, Song Yang is also very suitable for a job right now, and I asked her if she still recruits...

Of course, such an idea is just a thought.

Zhong Ying has no shortage of assistants, what she lacks is the person who covers her at night.

Thinking of seeing her huddled in the cold and curled up on the bed in the morning, Song Yang didn't know how to leave tomorrow night with peace of mind.

During the days when he was not by her side, she should have lived so rough and sloppy.

I don't feel safe, so I don't hire people, I don't have time to cook, and I order takeaway when I'm hungry.

When I was tired and sick, I just lay on the bed alone, and if I wanted to talk to someone, I would only call my brother.

Before they parted last time, he asked Zhong Ying to accept him and try to fall in love with him.

But what substantial changes can this love bring to her?

They didn't even have time to talk.

He also asked himself again, what is the reason for the fame and wealth he pursued, and the busyness he was so busy?

He had earned enough money early on, even if he lived a little more luxuriously, he would never return to the poor and hard-pressed days of the past.

But he was not satisfied, invested, expanded, and created so-called brilliant data, and in the end, the glitz disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Although he got up quickly, after this twists and turns, he suddenly realized that those who really gave him happiness had nothing to do with money.

After living half of my life, it's time to adjust the priorities of life's major events...

Thinking of this, he took out his phone and called his assistant.

The assistant answered quickly: "President Song."

"Over there in Beicheng, why don't you say no, and contact the manufacturer in Jiangcheng, we'll build a factory here."

The assistant was a little surprised: "Mr. Song, Jiangcheng is not as big as Beicheng, and the cost of transportation and human resources will be higher. If you don't want to be in Beicheng, Haicheng is actually a good choice. Jiangcheng is really..."

Song Yang didn't let the assistant finish speaking, he replied very firmly: "It doesn't matter, just do as I say."

The assistant didn't say any more, "Okay, I'll go now."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yang turned and went to the lounge. Now he can sleep well.

Song Yang woke up naturally after two hours of sleep.

Walking out of the lounge, Zhong Ying has not returned yet.

It's already eleven o'clock, and it's time for lunch break in an hour.

Song Yang didn't like being bored in the room, and Zhong Ying never came back, so he went straight out of the president's office to visit the world under Miss Zhong's governance.

The floor of the president's office is mainly the office area for executives. Occasionally, employees pass by the corridor, walking quickly, discussing work matters while walking, and occasionally they can hear a loud laugh or two.

Let Song Yang think of eight words: serious and lively, united and tense.

Song Yang came to the public sofa area, where there were some magazines, he picked one up, and waited for his busy girlfriend while reading the magazines.

Ten minutes later, voices came from the corridor.

Song Yang looked over, and saw that Zhong Ying was walking towards the elevator with two white-haired old men, Ling Yao was by her side, and two men followed behind the four of them, they should be senior executives from Zhong's side , because they all wear the same badge.

Judging from the expressions of several people, it seemed that the conversation was going smoothly. The two old men should not have made things difficult, or she had already resolved it.

Of the two old men, one is fat and the other is tall and thin. The fat and tall one is very kind, and the tall and thin one is more serious. It is probably the old man Ren.

They passed the rest area, didn't pay attention to Song Yang's side, and went directly to the elevator entrance.

While waiting for the elevator, the kind-faced old man said to Zhong Ying earnestly: "Xiaoying, you have grown up very fast in the past few years, and your uncles and I can see it, but don't neglect your personal life. Xiaoling has been around for so many years, so it’s almost time to settle! A good boy like Xiaoling is really rare, so we must catch him!"