President of Chuancheng Entertainment

The route was the familiar one, and everyone had harmless smiles on their faces. He looked at those peeping eyes full of admiration and respect.

My heart couldn't help but soften, like a ray of light floating in the darkness, small and weak but with an existence that cannot be ignored.

Aren't these people who believe in him behind the scenes the best reason for him to keep going?

The corners of his lips curled up as if mocking himself, as if those three months were Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, and when he woke up from the dream, it was time to return to his normal life.

There will no longer be so many accidents in his personal life, and he will work from nine to five every day, with his career as a companion.

But this is also Song Yu's original real life.

Thinking of this, his walking pace paused a bit. The small staff who seemed to be busy but were actually observing secretly grabbed the A4 paper in their hands and lowered their heads to gather together to discuss the documents.

After all, Song Yu has returned to her body now. Unlike the third young master who was pampered by the Xi family, Song Yu's image has always been cold and rational, even a slightly messy hair like now is rare.

On the clean tiled floor, Song Yu walked with his back to the light. In the tidy office hall, the shadow of the sun cast a layer of soft light on him, and his temperament became gentler.

The eyes of those familiar clerks flickered, it seems that they should go to the ophthalmology department for treatment some other day.

Song Yu, who originally wanted to have a chicken soup for the soul and gave a speech with emotion, caught a glimpse of the small package of snacks secretly hidden in the drawer, and changed his mind about making a long speech.

He thought for a moment, and decided to take out his mobile phone and spin it around his fingertips, looking a little relaxed and chic.

The manuscripts in the hands of the small employees who were peeking out of the corners of their eyes were almost unstable, because their rational and fair President Song actually held up his mobile phone and turned on the screen during working hours.

The colorful scene is not the stock market trend, but... the homepage of a certain takeaway dessert?

This, isn't this the wrong set?

Obviously half an hour ago, he was still in a meeting with a serious face, why did he suddenly have such a big emotional jump.

They were still thinking about the meaning of that meaningful smile on their face, when they heard Song Yu's cold voice: "I know you are all peeping, so hurry up and order, the desserts in this store are all over the top." Great, but the milk tea is not sweet enough..."

"...!?"

The staff look at me, I look at you, they don't dare to move, they are still working, what if this is Song Yu testing their concentration?

But... the pink icon on his mobile phone is a cute and soft mascot with a fatal allure...

What I said to Song Yu is right, the desserts in this shop are absolutely delicious!But the price is also a must.

Usually, they only order their favorite dishes, and they have been coveting the new ones for a long time.

Now that someone is treating guests, a group of them are very itchy and cowardly.

Song Yu shook the phone a few more times, raised her eyebrows lightly: "Are you so polite? Then I'll change my mind?"

Finally, when Song Yu was about to take back the phone, a short and cute girl was squeezed out from the crowd. Song Yu took a look and knew that the table where the snacks were hidden just now belonged to her.

I saw the girl with a shy face, holding the phone carefully, and then began to order, and found what she wanted accurately and quickly on countless classified pages.

"Expert?" Song Yu couldn't help asking.

The girl quickly finished ordering and handed the phone back to him, and then saw the pretending shyness with zero acting skills, wringing her fingers, biting her lower lip and said: "No, no, President Song has good taste. The products in this store are good. This company is the best nearby." The girl smiled again, her eyes sparkling, "I guess, your taste must be sweet!"

Unexpectedly, the icy and cold Mr. Song would like such sweet and soft desserts, which really surprised them.

Sure enough, Song Yu was hit. He really likes to eat sweets, so sweet is the delicate happiness in his heart.

But he still maintained a calm and self-sufficient image, and handed the phone to the girl again, "I only drink coffee."

Or the instant one.

"Okay, you guys can order by yourself. I'll go up and deal with the business first. Finally, I would like to thank everyone for their hard work."

After seeing Song Yu's figure stepping into the elevator, everyone made a great decision. They decided to go to the supermarket to buy a large pack of instant coffee with a unit price of only three digits. Every morning, they changed people for Song Yu's office.

And everyone remembered after eating and drinking that a topic about "behind the indifferent president is a sweet-eating monster" was constantly spreading in the circle of friends.