The president's pet daughter

After Yunmei left.

Song Mingzhe picked up the tissue beside him, and wiped his red lips slowly.

Even for such a small gesture, there was an indescribable aura about him.

For some reason, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly remembered what Song Mingzhe said to repay her, and his face turned red.

"Is it hot in here?"

Song Mingzhe glanced lightly at Ling Zhaozhao's flushed cheeks, feeling a little puzzled.

The temperature of the air conditioner here is already very low.

"No no."

Ling Zhaozhao fanned out some wind with his hands, trying to cool down the temperature on his face.

It's strange, it's not her who drank the big tonic soup, but it made her mouth dry.

When she did this, the fragrance of flowers and fruits on her body rushed into Song Mingzhe's nose unexpectedly.

Song Mingzhe rolled his Adam's apple, and subconsciously loosened his tie.

Well, it does get a little hot in here.

Ling Zhaozhao supported his head, trying to drive those shameful thoughts out of his mind, just trying to find something to say, when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

She looked up.

The assistant Gao Yu with a baby face knocked on the door.

The door of the reception room was not closed, so Gao Yu saw Ling Zhaozhao sitting next to Song Mingzhe at a glance, and a look of shock crossed his eyes.

How could this woman sit in the president's exclusive reception room and sit so close to the president? !

"Enter."

Song Mingzhe spoke heavily.

"...This is a document that needs to be signed by the president."

Gao Yu immediately entered the working state, and walked in front of Song Mingzhe with the documents.

He still remembered that Song Mingzhe deliberately hid his identity in front of Ling Zhaozhao last time, so this time he did not dare to reveal Song Mingzhe's identity in person.

Song Mingzhe nodded, and subconsciously touched his suit pocket.

It's just that as soon as he stretched out his hand, he reacted, and then covered the document with his hand.

"Understood, I will pass it on to him."

Ling Zhaozhao, who was beside him, happened to notice his subtle movements.

She looked at the pen that Song Mingzhe pinned in his pocket. Although only a little bit of the cap was exposed, she still recognized the brand of the pen.

Visconti Forbidden City, a pen worth more than 5 US dollars.

Converted into Huaxia currency, it is nearly 40.

That's not counting, the key is that this pen is a limited edition.

Even money can't buy it.

Ling Zhaozhao knew the brand of this pen because her father Ling Shiyi also had one.

On weekdays, her father carefully kept it in the study as a collection, it was too precious.

And this thing that his father regarded as a treasure was actually used by Song Mingzhe as a daily necessities.

Something suddenly flashed through Ling Zhaozhao's mind.

She knew that Song Mingzhe dressed expensively, and as the president's secretary, there was nothing wrong with dressing like this.

But is he really just a little secretary?

Luxury cars, manors, and luxurious lunches can barely explain it.

but.

Can a new secretary use such a pen?

Also, the watch on his hand doesn't seem cheap.

Although she usually doesn't have much research on watches, the watch exudes a sense of luxury, which is by no means affordable for ordinary people.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Song Mingzhe beside her was like a fog.

The chairman's surname is Song, could it be...

Thinking of this, Ling Zhaozhao stood up in fright.

No way, no way! ! !

Is he the new president?

Probably not, how could a high-ranking president act with him? This is not a vulgar overbearing president.

Besides, Assistant Gao never called him the president.

The more she thought about it, the more chaotic she became, and she forcibly suppressed the messy thoughts.

"I have to go to work, so don't bother me."

Ling Zhaozhao secretly glanced at Song Mingzhe, his eyes full of doubts.

Song Mingzhe pulled his tie slightly, and he noticed Ling Zhaozhao's eyes.

While supporting Ling Zhaozhao to look away, he glanced at Gao Yu lightly and said, "I'll send the materials to the president."

Gao Yu understood, and said with an apologetic smile: "Then Secretary Song will work hard."

Hearing this, Ling Zhaozhao's doubts disappeared.

Smiling secretly to himself, what are you thinking? If Xiao Songzi is the new president of Ball Group, will he have time to act with him?

Well, Ling Zhaozhao can still carry how much he owns.

For some reason, her heart relaxed a little.