Dog food from heaven: Mr. Song please keep a low profile when sprinkling sugar

Thinking about it now, it was really embarrassing.

Qiao Wan smiled self-deprecatingly, with a bitterness on the corner of her mouth.

Perhaps, Xue Zhenzhen is planning some kind of conspiracy, but it is not certain.

After putting the phone back to its original position, Qiao Wan wore slippers in the shape of a rabbit.

After walking for a while, I came to the kitchen.

Because Song Yanshu specifically stated that he didn't need to make breakfast before he left, there was no preparation in the kitchen at all.

She froze for a while, neither making a fuss nor making a fuss.

Simply go back to the room and wait for the maid to bring the food.

After a while, after finally waiting for the food to arrive, Qiao Wan felt that she was so hungry that she was almost gone.

She looked at the delicious breakfast, and asked casually, "Why are you so slow?"

The maid glanced at Qiao Wan, but hesitated and couldn't speak.

Although Qiao Wan's stomach stopped growling, she still quickly picked up the fork and knife and started preparing for dinner.

After taking a bite, I couldn't help asking the maid beside me: "Have you not eaten yet? Let's eat together."

The maid smiled awkwardly and took a few steps back.

After Qiao Wan finished eating, she stretched out her hand to touch her red scar again, she looked much better.

After a few days of Song Yanshu's devil training, the injury can be healed.

In order to ensure a good rest, Qiao Wan had to take a nap.

Song Building.

Xue Zhenzhen stepped on the high heels with joy on his face.

When she came to the luxurious and imposing gate, she was stopped by the guard.

　"Huh? Don't you know who I am? I'm your CEO's childhood sweetheart, a playmate you grew up with."

When Xue Zhenzhen said this, there was a little liking in his eyes.

　"What's your name?"

The guard questioned calmly and seriously. After all, not everyone can enter the Song's Building if they want to.

Xue Zhenzhen took out a business card from the Chanel bag and handed it to him.

　"Xue Zhenzhen. Xue's Xue."

The guard took the business card and looked at it twice.

Xue Zhenzhen was a little anxious, waiting for the guard to let her in, but she was still stopped.

She couldn't bear it any longer.

It's really aggrieved to not let you in even though you've already arrived at Song's Building!

When I called the Song family just now, what the Qiao Wan woman said made people think more easily, and made people feel even more aggrieved.

If she hadn't taken what Grandma Song brought to her grandson, she wouldn't have given up so quickly!Even if it's just on the phone!
　"I'm really someone your president knows, let me in, I want to see him!"

　"Our president has never liked to hang out with women. This is well known. Besides, why didn't I know that the president had a childhood sweetheart like you?"

Xue Zhenzhen was a little unhappy, so he had to say: "Then please call your president, maybe he will let me in."

He looked her up and down, looking at Xue Zhenzhen's channel brand.

The doorman was dubious and asked the front desk to transfer the phone.

Then he led Xue Zhenzhen to the VIP lounge.

After Xue Zhenzhen entered the lounge, she began to wait patiently. She was sure that brother Yan Shu would not reject her.

After all, in the past, apart from that woman, she was the only one who could freely enter and exit Song Yanshu's workplace.

After she drank some water, she began to look at this place to see if it was different from the place before she went abroad.

watched for a while.

Her big beautiful eyes blinked, and she saw a promotional advertisement of Song's Building all at once.

The advertisement was made very carefully, and she looked down again, her eyes froze.

The product on the advertisement is well-known in the industry, and even the model looks very sleepy, but the string of words in the corner still caused Xue Zhenzhen's dissatisfaction.

This string of words shows that this item was launched with the inspiration of Congcong, Song Yanshu's son who died and became young, so there is such a string of English words: from cleverness.

She didn't expect to see Congcong's works in a place like the lounge, which made her suspicious.

How many things happened in the past few years when she went abroad?

Why is she getting more and more incomprehensible?
After waiting for a while, she drank some coffee again, but it was a long time before anyone came to invite her in.

Xue Zhenzhen was very depressed.

She couldn't help but put down the water glass, got up and went outside.

Before coming to the front desk, she asked again.

　"Has your president not asked you to invite me in?"

The front desk is a beautiful woman, wearing a delicate and formal work clothes.

The voice was sweet and thin, and he smiled and said, "I'm sorry miss, no, our president usually doesn't meet anyone, especially during working hours."

Xue Zhenzhen listened, and his complexion was not very good.

The face that was originally flushed and full of joy also dimmed.

She couldn't figure it out, she had only been abroad for a few years, and she refused to see her so soon.

Feeling lost for a while.

Back in the lounge, she took off the poster on the wall, rolled it up and walked out with her.