Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Song Chubai didn't know that in just one night, He Zhicheng's thoughts reversed several times.

He was indulging in a sweet dream and didn't know what was going on.

He fell into a deep sleep this time, and didn't wake up slowly until twelve noon the next day.

The moment he woke up, Song Chubai was stunned for a moment.

He remembered that he had arrived in a new world, but he remembered that he was in a hotel, why did he come to such a strange place now.

He looked around, but saw no one.

He tentatively got up and walked out, slowly opening the door.

There was still no one in the empty corridor. This was obviously the second floor, so he walked towards the outer stairs again.

All the way downstairs, there was a person who was probably the old housekeeper and said with a smile: "Sir, you are awake."

Song Chubai nodded tentatively, and asked curiously and doubtfully, "Where is this place?"

"This is the He family." The old housekeeper said, "The young master is going to the company and will be back in the evening."

He family?Could it be He Zhicheng?Or He Lian?

"Is it He Zhicheng?" Song Chubai asked again.

There was a look of surprise in the old butler's eyes, as if he couldn't believe that someone dared to call his young master by his name.

But he nodded honestly and said, "Yes."

"What's the name of this gentleman?"

"My surname is Song, Song Chubai, you can call me Xiao Song." Song Chubai has natural respect for the old man.

The old butler still had a smile on his face, "Mr. Song, do you need a meal?"

"Oh, just call me Xiao Song." Song Chubai said very embarrassedly.

But the old housekeeper also had his own insistence, he insisted: "Mr. Song, would you like to bring lunch to the young master?"

Song Chubai:?

"Send lunch?" His eyes lit up, isn't this a good opportunity to get close to He Zhicheng?

"Okay, okay!" He nodded quickly.

"Then Mr. Song, you eat first..." the old housekeeper said again.

Song Chubai waved his hand, "No, no, I'll eat with him."

He must seize such a good opportunity to eat together!

Song Chubai had even thought about how he would take the opportunity to get in touch with him when they shared lunch together for a while!

Doesn't He Zhicheng suffer from skin hunger?Then as long as they get in touch, He Zhicheng may always want to hug him and hold him high!

As long as he doesn't have this kind of skin hunger for others, wouldn't that be his illness cured?

He has also learned to be smart now, knowing that he cannot treat the disease of the task target with common sense, as long as he turns his disease to himself, then his disease will be cured.

Song Chubai felt that he had completely grasped it.

He made an "OK" gesture to the old butler, and obediently waited for the old butler to give him a food box.

A few minutes later, the old housekeeper handed the food box to Song Chubai, and contacted the driver, asking the driver to take him to He Zhicheng.

Half an hour later, when he was downstairs in the He's Building, Song Chubai looked up and couldn't help admiring, "It's so tall."

A chuckle came from the left.

Song Chubai turned his head and looked over, only to see Assistant Wang in a suit standing not far away, with a smile still on his face.

"Mr. Song." He bent slightly, "Mr. He asked me to take you up."

When Song Chubai heard this, he became even more excited.

"He knew I was coming?"

Assistant Wang nodded and said, "The old butler told Mr. He."

Song Chubai's eyes lit up, "Then is he looking forward to it?"

Assistant Wang recalled Mr. He's expression when he heard the news, and his expression froze, "You will know when you go up."