The president's pet daughter

Inside the office.

Song Mingzhe was sitting in the office, looking at the documents in front of him with a serious face.

Suddenly, the door of the office was opened.

Bai Mengyue walked in with a food box, smiling.

"Brother Mingzhe."

She called Song Mingzhe sweetly, dressed like a pure high school student.

Song Mingzhe looked up at her, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"How did you come?"

When Bai Mengyue heard Song Mingzhe's words, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She placed the food box on Song Mingzhe's desk, and as soon as she opened it, the sweet smell of pastries filled the entire office.

"Rong Yuan told me that you had a conflict with Zhao Zhao recently, and you were not in a good mood, so I made some pastries, thinking that sweets can make people feel happier."

Bai Mengyue placed the heart-shaped biscuits and cakes in front of Song Mingzhe, with a shy face.

This is a naked expression of her love for Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe frowned when he heard that Rong Yuan had spread the news.

"He doesn't say anything."

Bai Mengyue heard the displeasure in Song Mingzhe's words, lowered her eyes slightly, and covered up the light in her eyes.

If Song Mingzhe behaved very plainly, then she would feel that Rong Yuan came to her to tell her that this matter was instigated by others.

But looking at Song Mingzhe's performance now, it seems to be true.

And she also has someone who has been watching here, so there should be no mistakes.

"Brother Mingzhe, Rong Yuan also cares about you, that's why he told me about this matter. I don't know why Zhaozhao is angry. Obviously, Brother Mingzhe, you are so kind to her."

Bai Mengyue bowed calmly.

She dressed extraordinarily youthfully today, just to bring back memories of Song Mingzhe's high school days.

In high school, besides Gao Yue, she was the only woman who could get close to Song Mingzhe.

"I do not know."

Song Mingzhe frowned when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's name.

It seems that he is really troubled by this matter.

Seeing the troubled look on Song Mingzhe's face, Bai Mengyue bit her lips involuntarily, as if she was affected by Song Mingzhe's happiness and anger.

"You told me about the Wang family last time, do you have any other useful information?"

Song Mingzhe tugged on his tie and leaned on the back of the chair behind him.

When Bai Mengyue heard the word Wang's family, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious.

Sure enough, just as she guessed, Song Mingzhe has started to focus on the Wang family now, and wants to dig out more information from her.

It's just that her information can't be given casually for no reason.

"Brother Mingzhe, I know I do, but it's hard to say."

Bai Mengyue raised her eyes and looked at Song Mingzhe with an indescribable charm.

"Brother Mingzhe said last time that the Wang family treated me so well, and I still told about it, which made me flustered for several days."

Bai Mengyue walked to Song Mingzhe's side, and the smell of perfume lingered on the tip of Song Mingzhe's nose for an instant.

good smell.

Song Mingzhe distanced himself from Bai Mengyue calmly.

Bai Mengyue clutched her chest, looking extremely flustered.

"So I don't dare to say anything more now, lest both sides are not human."

She has to whet Song Mingzhe's appetite, otherwise she won't even be able to enter the door of his office next time.

Song Mingzhe sneered, looking at Bai Mengyue with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"I thought you were a smart woman."

A smart woman would not talk so much nonsense to him.

Bai Mengyue is well aware of Song Mingzhe's temper, if she continues to babble with him, Song Mingzhe will really not have patience with her anymore.

"Some things are hard for me to say, so I wrote them down on this piece of paper."

Bai Mengyue took out a folded piece of paper from her bag and placed it in front of Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe's expression changed, just as he was about to get the paper, Bai Mengyue held it against it with his fingertips.

"Brother Mingzhe, try the pastries I brought you first, I made them all myself."

Bai Mengyue looked at Song Mingzhe with a smile, with a hint of temptation in her tone.

Song Mingzhe's eyes turned cold.

He knew very well that Bai Mengyue was making a naked threat.

Song Mingzhe had to eat the pastry she brought over to get this piece of paper.

Not to mention whether this piece of paper was what he wanted, just whether Bai Mengyue would become suspicious already made him a little bit afraid.

The game of chess he set up cannot be ruined just because he can't bear it.

Song Mingzhe thought for a while, then moved his eyes to the small biscuits and cakes brought by Bai Mengyue.

He doesn't like sweets very much, but Bai Mengyue made so many for him.

This woman also said that she likes him the most.

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes and stroked his fingers quietly.

"Brother Mingzhe, do you remember? I used to make these snacks for you when I was in school."

Bai Mengyue seems to be immersed in memories, even her eyes are sweet.

People who didn't know thought they really had something before.

But Song Mingzhe knew very well that he had never tasted the dim sum that Bai Mengyue made before.

It was all secretly eaten by Mu Yang's dessert head.

At that time, he was concerned about Bai Mengyue's mood, so he never made this matter clear.

But Bai Mengyue mistakenly thinks that he likes the snacks he made, and puts them quietly in his drawer every day.

Unexpectedly, other girls followed suit. As a result, Song Mingzhe's drawer was full of dessert boxes every day.

For a while, Song Mingzhe was very annoyed by these endless desserts.

"Ah."

Song Mingzhe withdrew from his memories, and perfunctory indifferently.

Seeing Song Mingzhe's absent-minded look, Bai Mengyue didn't pay much attention.

After all, Song Mingzhe has always been an indifferent person, and she has long been used to him rejecting people thousands of miles away.

If she hadn't been strong enough psychologically, she might have been tortured all these years.

"Brother Mingzhe, I miss our past very much, if only we could go back in time."

Bai Mengyue sighed faintly, and gently touched Song Mingzhe's shoulder with her fingers, trying to make Song Mingzhe fall into the vortex of memories with her.

Song Mingzhe looked at those desserts, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing Song Mingzhe's appearance, Bai Mengyue knew very well that Song Mingzhe's heart was not here.

However, she never wanted Song Mingzhe's heart from the beginning.

Sometimes if you want to tie a person, you don't have to have his heart.

The body is also possible.

Bai Mengyue recalled the things she put in those snacks, her lips curled up unconsciously.

Song Mingzhe pondered for a while, and finally picked up a heart-shaped biscuit.

Bai Mengyue looked nervously at the biscuit in Song Mingzhe's hand, silently looking forward to the moment when he ate it.

Song Mingzhe looked at the heart-shaped biscuit for a while, and then glanced at Bai Mengyue.

Just one glance is enough to make Bai Mengyue sweat coldly.

Did he discover something? !