The president's pet daughter

the next day.

Ling Zhaozhao, who had successfully resolved the trouble of urging marriage, went to work in a good mood.

But as soon as she stepped into the office, she clearly felt the unusually low air pressure.

Her colleagues are all like eggplants beaten by frost, sitting in front of the computer and working numbly

"what happened?"

Ling Zhaozhao sat down at the workstation, and cautiously asked Lin Xi who was sitting next to her and had a good relationship with her on weekdays.

"Don't mention it, the manager was scolded by the newly appointed president for 10 minutes during the morning meeting. It's not all anger on us. It's thanks to you stepping on the spot, otherwise you will be scolded together when you come back earlier."

Lin Xi glanced at the manager's office, curled his lips, and lowered his voice.

Who said that the early bird gets the worm, it is obviously the early bird that gets beaten.

Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback, the manager of their marketing department was notoriously smooth.

After working here for two years, she has never heard of any high-level criticism of the manager.

"But our manager is not bad."

Lin Xi thought for a while, glanced around, and whispered to Ling Zhaozhao again.

"I heard that several executives were directly fired or transferred to the branch company. It's scary. I don't know what the origin of this airborne president is. He even fired the company's veterans whenever they said they would."

A few days ago Ling Zhaozhao heard that Boll was going to parachute a president, and she didn't care about it at that time.

After all, she is just a small team leader of the marketing department, and she has just been promoted.

How the upper class changes is not what she needs to pay attention to.

For her, fooling around is the kingly way.

Moreover, the Ball Group has always spoken on the basis of qualifications.

Those who can sit in high positions are all old. I think the airborne president is a vicious old man.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhaozhao shook his head again and again, thinking about it was terrifying!

And what's scarier than a menopausal old man?

"What are you mumbling about?"

The manager, Peng Rui, came out of the office with a dark face.

Ling Zhaozhao's desk was the closest to the office, so as soon as he walked out, he saw Ling Zhaozhao and Lin Xi whispering to each other.

Holding a document in his hand, he walked up to Ling Zhaozhao and snorted coldly.

"Ling Zhaozhao, you've stepped on the spot again. It's fine if you don't want to work hard, and you still fish every day. Be careful that you will be dismissed that day. By the way, there just happens to be a document that needs to be sent to the president's office. You can deliver it."

Ling Zhaozhao: "..."

She felt that someone had forcefully tied a big black pot to her back.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Lin Xi at the side cast a sympathetic look at Ling Zhaozhao.

Originally, these documents should have been delivered by the manager Peng Rui himself, probably because he was scolded hard today, and he didn't want to touch this bad luck again, so he left this hard work to Ling Zhaozhao.

……

When Ling Zhaozhao stood in front of the exclusive elevator leading directly to the president's office with the documents, he couldn't help but sighed.

Unexpectedly, I escaped Peng Rui's scolding by stepping on the spot, but was also called to run errands in the Longtan and Tiger's Den because of stepping on the spot.

The polished elevator door slowly opened, and Song Mingzhe, who was holding a few documents in the elevator, frowned subconsciously.

Seeing the stern and tall man in the elevator, Ling Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Oh, it's you, what a coincidence!"

Song Mingzhe looked at the familiar Ling Zhaozhao in front of him, his eyes were dim.

He left an important document in the car, and his assistant had already gone to get it for him, but he himself took some urgently needed documents to the office, but unexpectedly ran into Ling Zhaozhao who came to deliver the documents.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

The atmosphere became subtle.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the iceberg beside him, changed his mind, and decided to break the awkward atmosphere.

So, she decided to complain to this cute newcomer. This should be a common topic, right?

So, Ling Zhaozhao stuck out his cute tongue, lowered his voice and said, "Little Songzi, you take the exclusive elevator directly to the president's office, are you the secretary or assistant of the new president?"

"???"

Song Mingzhe was stunned, little Song Zi? ? ?

This woman seems to be a little swollen!

Ling Zhaozhao ignored Song Mingzhe's harsh winter breath. .

She continued: "You are so pitiful, following such a bad-tempered CEO, tsk tsk!"

"Did you know? When the president came, he not only scolded our manager, but also fired a lot of people, isn't it scary?"

"The most frightening thing is that my innocent beauty is also involved. Do you think I am very retrograde?"

Song Mingzhe was full of question marks, when did he become a secretary?

He glanced thoughtfully at the chattering Ling Zhaozhao, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Even he himself didn't know that in the face of Ling Zhaozhao's twittering, he couldn't feel disgusted.

Facing Ling Zhaozhao's gaze, he reluctantly replied two words.

"Fortunately."