The president's pet daughter

"That's right, it's not good to be angry too much, lest you die short-lived."

Ling Zhaozhao nodded thoughtfully.

After hearing these words, Song Mingzhe couldn't help sneering in the elevator.

He can't be an angry short-lived old man.

"And how do you know he's going to be an old man?"

Song Mingzhe's slender fingers covered the document, tapping one after another.

His deep eyes seemed to see through Ling Zhaozhao.

"Anyway, I have also stayed in Boer for two years. Boer's top managers always look at seniority. If the airborne president is not an old man, it means that he came in through connections."

"However... relying on his relationship, he is just an embroidered pillow. Maybe the president will be replaced soon."

Holding the document in his arms, Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe with a smile, as if he knew the rules of the workplace well.

"Ah."

Song Mingzhe thought about it carefully, and felt that Ling Zhaozhao's words were not completely unreasonable.

After all, he did rely on his father to come in.

But his resume and courage are definitely not inferior to any of Boll's top management.

Because of this, Song Jianguo would turn a blind eye to his behavior of making a big change of blood as soon as he entered Ball.

On the side, Ling Zhaozhao didn't know why, she always had a strong desire to confide in him despite the fact that the person in front of her always looked like a stranger.

Probably after Song Mingzhe pretended to be her boyfriend last time, she had an inexplicable feeling of closeness to him.

In addition, after Song Mingzhe agreed with her point of view, her chatterbox immediately opened up.

"Are you still used to work? It's normal to be a little bit angry when you first come out to work. I'll tell you quietly, in fact, the boss doesn't like subordinates who don't speak sweetly the most. Don't always put it on. Good for your career."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, inexplicably feeling a little funny.

In the more than twenty years of his life, the word "suffering anger" has never appeared.

After all, who would dare to offend the crown prince of the Song Consortium.

He turned his face slightly, and inadvertently saw the mirror beside him.

The lights in the elevator were bright, and Ling Zhaozhao's figure was clearly reflected in the mirror.

Her curly hair hangs over her shoulders, her eyes are particularly bright, and she is obviously wearing a professional attire that is no different from other employees, but it perfectly outlines her figure.

Her fair calf was exposed under the hip-wrapping skirt, which made people unable to move their eyes away.

Obviously they were not very close, but the fragrance of flowers and fruits from her body lingered at the tip of his nose.

Normally, he didn't like this kind of greasy smell, but when it came to Ling Zhaozhao's body, he didn't find the smell very sweet to his surprise.

Ling Zhaozhao seemed to have endless things to say, so he was very noisy, but he was also full of vitality.

Their shadows are misplaced and reflected in the mirror, and it looks a bit like rubbing hands together.

Song Mingzhe pulled away from his thoughts, and stood aside calmly.

"Are you afraid of the new president?"

Song Mingzhe looked at the rising numbers in the elevator and asked casually.

Although Ling Zhaozhao was very comfortable in front of him, he also felt a trace of her nervousness. "It must be scary. Alas, young people always think too much about the workplace. They don't know how deep the water is, and they don't know the joy of fishing and lying flat."

Ling Zhaozhao shook his head, as if he had gone through vicissitudes.

"You fish and I fish, the boss's BMW turns green, and he goes to work with hypocrisy, it's better to leave work with sincerity."

Song Mingzhe listened to Ling Zhaozhao saying these nonsense in a serious manner, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up.

Ding--

The elevator door opened.

Ling Zhaozhao fell silent instantly, and obediently walked out holding the document.

Song Mingzhe glanced thoughtfully at Ling Zhaozhao, who changed his face in seconds, and followed her out of the elevator.

Standing at the door, Gao Yu, the president's assistant with a cute baby face, saw Song Mingzhe holding the document, and quickly took it respectfully.

"total……"

Before Gao Yu finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Song Mingzhe.

"I brought the president's documents for him, please pass them on to him."

Ling Zhaozhao's noisy was really annoying, but he also suddenly didn't like such an overly quiet Ling Zhaozhao.