The president's pet daughter

the next morning.

Ling Zhaozhao slept well last night.

She was very grateful to Song Mingzhe for eating barbecue with her yesterday and listening to her whining, so she got up early and went out to buy a hot breakfast for Song Mingzhe.

She bought this breakfast after queuing for half an hour.

Last night Song Mingzhe also inadvertently revealed that Rong Yuan was on a business trip with him, so Ling Zhaozhao bought a copy for Rong Yuan by the way.

With Song Mingzhe's cold personality, he probably doesn't know how to maintain the relationship between colleagues.

Thanks to her presence, otherwise Song Mingzhe would have suffered a lot from his worldly ways.

Ling Zhaozhao happily walked back to the hotel with the breakfast in hand.

Because she had asked Song Mingzhe's room number last night, she found the luxurious presidential suite on the top floor without any hindrance.

When she saw the resplendent and resplendent gate, she couldn't help but sigh once again how good the benefits of the Ball Group are.

Even the secretary lived in the presidential suite on business trips.

Rong Yuan just came out of the room and frowned when he saw the beautiful strange woman standing outside the door.

When he recognized Ling Zhaozhao, his expression immediately relaxed.

He thought it was Song Mingzhe's admirer who came here to block people.

"Miss Ling."

Seeing that Rong Yuan recognized him, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little surprised.

But she didn't have too many surprises. After all, the secretaries next to the president are all elites. It's not surprising that she can remember that she only met once.

"Hi Secretary Rong, I'm looking for Song Mingzhe, is he busy?"

Ling Zhaozhao greeted him obediently, and asked about Song Mingzhe's whereabouts.

"Song... the secretary is dealing with work inside, and may not be free for a while."

Rong Yuan subconsciously wanted to call out Mr. Song, but fortunately he stopped the car in time.

He had heard Gao Yu talk about Song Mingzhe's hiding his identity in front of Ling Zhaozhao before, and Gao Yu also told him not to reveal his identity as the president at will.

Fortunately, he never dared to forget for a moment.

Otherwise, if he exposed his identity as the president, he might be fired tomorrow because his left foot advanced the company.

"He's busy... You work very hard. This is the breakfast I bought for you. I don't know what you like to eat, so I just bought some."

Hearing that Song Mingzhe was busy, a slight sense of disappointment flashed in Ling Zhaozhao's eyes.

She thought she could see him this morning and say a few words to him.

Ling Zhaozhao calmed down, and then handed the two bags of breakfast to Rong Yuan.

Rong Yuan took a look at the heavy breakfast in his hand, his serious expression couldn't hold back.

This is not a random purchase, obviously I bought all the breakfast varieties on the stall.

"Thank you, Miss Ling, for your kindness."

Rong Yuan thought about his choice of words, and simply thanked him.

"It's just a little effort, and Secretary Rong doesn't need to be polite to me. Xiao Songzi is a little cold in the past, but he is really nice. I hope Secretary Rong will take care of him more on weekdays."

Ling Zhaozhao's eyebrows were curved, and he tried to maintain the relationship with Song Mingzhe by insinuating.

"of course."

When Rong Yuan heard Ling Zhaozhao addressing Song Mingzhe, shock flashed across his eyes, and then he pursed his lips.

It seems that Gao Yu is right, this woman is indeed very special in the CEO's heart.

Otherwise, how could she condone such a casual address.

Moreover, taking care of Song Mingzhe is his duty, and Ling Zhaozhao would not need to say that he would do it.

"Sometimes he is very annoying, and his personality is quite easy to suffer. Sometimes I am worried that he will be scolded in front of the president."

Rong Yuan had a good impression of Ling Zhaozhao, so Ling Zhaozhao was able to say such words without any scruples in front of him, and also tried to awaken Rong Yuan's compassion for Song Mingzhe.

When Rong Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but twitched his lips.

It would be good if the president of his family didn't scold others, who would dare to scold him without knowing what is good or bad.

Even in front of the chairman, his own president has never suffered a disadvantage.

To Song Mingzhe, the word "suffering a loss" is undoubtedly a fantasy.

Rong Yuan couldn't stand up, because he really couldn't bear to speak ill of his immediate boss with others.

Even if he didn't intervene, it was still uncomfortable to listen to.

"Miss Ling, don't worry, Secretary Song won't encounter such problems in his work."

With difficulty, he uttered the words Secretary Song, always feeling that this title bound his tongue.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Ling Zhaozhao thanked Rong Yuan again, and then left in a good mood.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao leave, Rong Yuan could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then walked into the room with Ling Zhaozhao's love breakfast.

At this time, Song Mingzhe had just finished a multinational conference.

"President Song, Miss Ling is here, here is the breakfast she brought you."

Rong Yuan said concisely, and put one of the breakfasts on Song Mingzhe's table.

Song Mingzhe nodded, and then inadvertently glanced at another breakfast in Rong Yuan's hand.

Seeing Song Mingzhe's gaze cast over, Rong Yuan bit the bullet and explained.

"Miss Ling specially bought two breakfasts. It seems that... she wants to help you establish a good relationship."

He also wanted to bribe him to take good care of Song Mingzhe.

Hearing Rong Yuan's words, Song Mingzhe's eyes flashed a little dark and unclear.

She's really thinking of herself.

Song Mingzhe curled his lips indistinctly, but his eyes sank again in an instant.

Why did she bring an extra copy of the breakfast she bought for him?

Even though he knew that Ling Zhaozhao's starting point was for his own good, Song Mingzhe was still a little unhappy.

"I don't have enough for this, so you can keep your share too."

Song Mingzhe leaned back in his chair and flipped through the documents on the table.

Rong Yuan looked at the breakfast for three or four people on the table, and looked at his president uncertainly.

This is not enough to eat ah?

Seeing that Rong Yuan didn't move, Song Mingzhe cast an impatient look.

After receiving the impatient message from his own president, Rong Yuan quickly put another breakfast in his hand on the table.

He finally understood that as long as it was sent by Miss Ling, no one else could get their hands on it.

Even if there is more, it is not allowed.

Rong Yuan stood in front of Song Mingzhe's desk with some hesitation, hesitant to speak.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyes slightly and frowned slightly.

It seems to be asking why he hasn't left yet.

"President, otherwise I'll find you some digestion tablets."

Rong Yuan spoke with difficulty.

Otherwise, if you eat all of these, your own president will have to go to the emergency room because of overeating.

The hardest thing to bear is the grace of a beauty, he understood this sentence.

Fortunately, no one cares and misses him, otherwise he would have to eat breakfast for six people.

"roll."

Song Mingzhe didn't even bother to look at him, and spoke indifferently.