Tsundere Three Treasures: Daddy, the President, is spoiled

Several colleagues at the door were apologizing to her.

"Sorry, misunderstood you."

Lin Qian smiled lightly, "It's okay, I'm going to the company."

She went out and opened the door and walked to the elevator.

Lin Qian has been in the design department all day, making design drafts with designers, and launching new products in autumn and winter.

Chen Tao will also come over to listen to their discussion, and then take a look at their design draft.

He was very satisfied. He had a better understanding of Lin Qian and changed his view of her.

Originally thought that a person like her without any work experience was probably just a vase, just good-looking.

I didn't expect her to be really powerful.

Lin Qian looked at him, "Mr. Chen, what do you think?"

Chen Tao wore an off-white sweater today, with a pair of white jeans underneath, looking much younger, a bit like a college boy.

Such a Chen Tao is really rare, usually he prefers black.

Lin Qian said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, you are very handsome today!"

Chen Tao also smiled, "I have to meet a client today, so I dressed up specially."

Seems like a very important client!

Chen Tao left early, saying that he was going to meet a client, and it seemed that the president also left the company early.

When Lin Qian saw Bo Yan leaving, he already knew that the important client Mr. Chen was talking about was probably the president.

Bo Yan was standing in the elevator with a straight figure. When he saw Lin Qian, his eyes were cold and he pointed at her.

The meaning is obvious, let her play well with him in the future.

Lin Qian could only nod her head. It seemed that the two of them were going on a date.

Although she was a little puzzled, two such excellent men didn't even like women. This was a loss to the women's world.

But they lived a happy life, which was also very good.

When Lin Qian passed the stage with the materials, Bai Duo rolled her eyes at her.

Lin Qian raised her eyebrows, this little girl has her revenge.

She returned to her desk, she was so busy that she didn't have time to read. She didn't check the time until her mobile phone rang, and it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

She raised her hand and stroked her face, no wonder she was a little hungry.

It was Mrs. Bo's call, so she answered it quickly.

"lady."

Mrs. Bo smiled and said, "Qianqian, grandma and I pass by your company, let's have dinner together!"

She was a little surprised, how did they know that she was still in the company now?

"Oh well!"

After hanging up the phone, she probably guessed that Mr. Bo might have told them that she was very busy today.

No wonder Mr. Bo pointed at her when he left.

She hurriedly tidied up her desk and went downstairs with her bag.

Mrs. Bo's car was parked in front of the company, and she walked over quickly.

The driver got out of the car and helped her open the door of the passenger seat. She bent over and got into the car, and then greeted the two people in the back row.

"Ma'am, old lady!"

Mrs. Bo saw her with a smile all over her face, "Qianqian, you are working too hard, and you are still working overtime so late, we asked Yan'er to take you home for dinner, but the boy said you were working overtime and he was busy. He doesn't care about anyone at all."

Mrs. Bo pulled the old lady, "Mom, did anyone say that about their grandson? Qianqian heard that, and she will not dare to marry him in the future."

The old lady suddenly felt that she had said something wrong.

"Qianqian, look at me. As soon as I saw you, I felt that Yan'er is not as good as you kissing. In fact, Yan'er is also quite loving. Every time I go on a business trip, I will choose gifts for us."

Lin Qianqian smiled slightly, "Mr. Bo is excellent."

Mrs. Bo said, "Why do you still call him Mr. Bo? It's too natural. I'll call him Yan from now on. That's how it sounds."

Lin Qian tried it once in a low voice.

"Word……"

vomit……

She felt so awkward, she and Mr. Bo were not in a relationship, so it was really strange to call it that.