Seeing Si Linna's look of disbelief, Ji Ziming smiled helplessly and looked at the computer screen again, Shaking her head, she continued, "I'm really just looking at the email. Irene said there were several important emails to reply immediately, and there was a video conference. It was from the Florence branch. Because of the time difference, I was asked to deal with it after work. I said, Selena, I'm also the chairman of a company at least. There's no need to report everything to you?"

"Well, look at your sincerity. There are no outsiders here. I'll trust you for the time being." Si Linna said as she straightened up and looked at her wristwatch. Lost, she said, "at this point, you turned down my date invitation again. It seems that I can only find food and bubble the bar by myself. See you tomorrow, Mr. Ji!"

Ji Ziming sighed and finally sent the difficult returnee away. She nodded. Si Lina twisted her sexy waist and disappeared into Ji Ziming's office again.

Just outside the door of the office, after a while, there was another beautiful figure wandering. It was Liu Lina.

Today, I wanted to use the administrative business of the new jewelry company as an excuse to talk to Ji Ziming, but when I came, Ji Ziming was either in a meeting or reviewing the first draft, or went to have afternoon tea with Selena and Peige.

This made Liu Lina angry. She was stopped outside the door by Irene's little secretary several times. This time, she was waiting for Irene to come and try her luck after work. Unexpectedly, she really met Ji Ziming working overtime.

Seeing that Si Lina came out of Ji Ziming's office unhappily and took the elevator to leave, Liu Lina stood behind Qiang with her arms folded behind her, and raised an evil smile at the corners of her mouth: "Ji Ziming, Pei Pei is working overtime downstairs, and you are also working overtime. It seems that God helps me too!"

"Jingling! Jingling!" Soon, Ji Ziming's office phone rang.

Ji Ziming just finished the video conference and looked at his watch at 7:30 p.m.

Because Irene got off work, no one answered the outside line, so the call was directly transferred to his office. He muttered, "who will call the president's office so late?"

But then he answered, "Hello, I'm Ji Ziming!"

"Hello, Mr. Ji, I'm from meituan takeout. Your takeout has been delivered. But I see that the elevator leading to the top floor of the 33rd floor has been closed, so I'm at the door of the design department on the 32nd floor downstairs. Please come down and take it! Thank you!"

At the other end of the phone was the urgent voice of the delivery boy.

"Takeout? But I didn't order takeout?" Ji Ziming blurted out that he was obviously confused about the uninvited guest.

"Oh, yes, I can't see the ordering information here, but the telephone number and address are left here. Here, on the 33rd floor of Ji's group building, the number is the one I dialed now. Are you Mr. Ji right?" Take out boy reconfirmed.

"The address, telephone number and my last name are all right, but..." Ji Ziming hesitated and didn't want to get the takeout. He hasn't been in the habit of eating takeout all the time.

"Mr. Ji, please don't just give it away. I'm giving you an order from a five-star hotel. If I exceed the time limit, I may get a bad comment. If you have any questions, you can also take the takeout and throw away the food you don't eat. But please forgive me. I didn't give it wrong. You can think back later. Will it be your colleagues or lovers from your company who ordered it to you? Just sign it for me first!"

The delivery boy's tone became more urgent, and he said a long string at one breath, full of pleading tone.

Ji Ziming frowned and sighed. Considering the difficulty of all walks of life, he finally had to get up and go downstairs.

He took the takeout and signed it successfully. The takeout boy thanked Ji Ziming for a while: "Mr. Ji, thank you so much! Otherwise, I may have lost all my lists today. Well, take a good look at the food. It's exquisite and noble! It's too wasteful not to eat. I took the order from Wanfeng hotel! Take your time and enjoy it. At least it's the intention of my colleague or friend, isn't it!"

With that, the delivery boy packed up the list and hurried to the next house.

Ji Ziming still looked cold and ignorant. Looking at the food piled on the table, he frowned and thought, "colleagues? Friends?" In my mind, I kept replaying what the delivery boy said and whispered to myself, "is it her?"

He thought of PEG, paused, and thought it should not be.

Or maybe it's Selena. Only she knows she's working overtime and hasn't eaten yet. But... Soon he overturned: "I refused her invitation. Would she be so kind to give me some takeout?"

I really can't imagine who it is, but looking at this pile of meals, it's a waste not to eat, and no one can finish it.

He opened his eyebrows, looked at the light in Peige's office in the design department from a distance with deep eyes, and suddenly flashed a light at the bottom of his eyes. Unexpectedly, he walked in step by step with the food.

Through the light, Pei GE's delicate and small face was taken very good-looking. Ji Ziming approached step by step and looked at the Keren who carefully revised the manuscript. He was holding his breath and concentrating. He was afraid that the movement would disturb the white moonlight in the glass window.

I don't know how long I watched it, but Ji Ziming was fascinated by it.

At this moment, Peige seemed a little sleepy. He yawned, put down his brush, and stretched himself. His delicate little face was a little more tired.

After putting down her hands, she pressed her neck back and forth with her hands crossed. After taking a deep breath, she finally felt a little refreshed. Then she picked up the cup on one side and wanted to drink.

Ji Ziming's deep eyes stared at her every move, as if every picture was a classic painting he wanted to hide.

When Peige handed the cup to his mouth, he suddenly frowned and found that there was no water in the cup, so he nuzui and stood up and wanted to pour a cup of water in the tea room.

When she was about to get to the door of the office, Ji Ziming suddenly regained his consciousness. He was still pestling here.

Pei Ge was obviously startled by Ji Ziming, who had been standing quietly at the door, and widened his eyes. It was like seeing Ji Ziming at the door that morning and exclaimed, "Ji... President Ji, why are you still in the company?"

"I... er..." Ji Ziming hesitated, embarrassed and speechless. If the light was not dim, his face red behind his ears would not have seen Peige at a glance.