Chapter 711

Shen Qingqing looked up at the towering building and left with confidence.

Just ten minutes after she left, Leng Shaoheng called the front desk and asked if someone had looked for him?

The receptionist shook his hand with the receiver and answered with a lingering fear: "Miss Shen Qingqing has just been here. Let me give you the breakfast."

"Bring it up." Leng Shaoheng then hung up.

The front desk patted her chest, thinking that fortunately, she didn't have time to throw things into the dustbin, otherwise what would she take to the president?

The reason why she didn't plan to take it up was that she just saw that the president refused Shen Duqing's things. When she left, her eyes were covered with frost, and she was annoyed by Shen Qingqing's entanglement.

Carrying things to hand over, the front desk is still thinking, what does the president mean? It's clear that he doesn't want them. Why wait for someone to leave and then call to ask for them? It's really strange.

The door of the president's office was half open. The front desk didn't dare to enter directly. When he stopped and was about to knock on the door, the door was pushed open from inside.

The next second, Leng Shaoheng's handsome face appeared.

"Cold Mr. Leng... "

The first time I was so close, the front desk suddenly blushed with shyness and stammered. I didn't know what I was doing.

See Leng Shaoheng toward her long white hand.

"Give it to me." Leng Shaoheng was a little dissatisfied with the shyness of her dull reaction, and her voice was cold for two minutes.

Deep eyes fell on the body, as if there was a cold wind, the front desk immediately recovered from shyness, hands handed over, "yes, I'm sorry."

Leng Shaoheng took the fresh meal box of pastoral color, a warm feeling rose in his eyes, turned around and pushed the door.

Almost hit on the nose, the front desk was in a cold sweat, but on the way back, he was always thinking about it. When Leng Shaoheng took the lunch box, his eyes were like melting ice and snow, with a brief glance like spring flowers.

That amazing look, she should treasure it in her heart for a lifetime.

This shows that Leng always likes Shen Qingqing very much, right?

But why was she so indifferent to Shen Qingqing and still with Charlotte?

The feelings of your circle are so complicated that she can't understand them.

Compared with the front desk with complex thoughts, Leng Shaoheng's mood is many times more complicated.

Sitting on the black seat, Dingding looks at the lunch box and hesitates between eating and not eating.

He has always been decisive and resolute. He would be so tangled in front of a breakfast. This is something he never thought of.

After watching for about five minutes, I finally opened the lid, as if eating the last breakfast, and ate it slowly.

Shen Qingqing's craftsmanship has improved a little, but he Bao's egg has cooled down and the taste has halved. It's no exaggeration to say that it's a kind of torture for people who are well-dressed, have already called for breakfast, and always eat only seven full.

But he ate with relish, and looked very reluctant.

When it was more than ten o'clock, I felt really sick in my stomach and asked my secretary to buy some medicine.

The Secretary can't believe that the president, who has always been so self disciplined that he can't digest too much, is still in the morning.

Leng Shaoheng took medicine and took a rest for half an hour, but he still had no appetite at lunch.

"Mr. Leng, what kind of dark food did you have in the morning?" Out of curiosity, the Secretary asked carefully.

As soon as the voice dropped, the indoor temperature dropped suddenly.

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