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At noon, Sheng Wangqing was holding a lunchbox and excitedly climbing onto the special elevator for the CEO. Just as he stepped out of the elevator and was about to enter the CEO's office, Ou Shihao opened the door and walked out.

Seeing her walk out of the elevator, a trace of displeasure flashed across Ou Shihao's eyes, he thought to himself, these subordinates really have no rules. Other than Director Song and Gu Xiangling, no other employees were allowed to freely enter this CEO elevator.

"Are you a new employee? Who's the boss in that department? Haven't you learned the rules of the company? " Ou Shihao coldly asked. Although he had seen Sheng Gongqing before, he wasn't familiar with her at all. Naturally, he didn't understand her identity.

Having been lectured like this all of a sudden, Sheng Sangqing felt a bit unhappy in her heart. "This guy is just Brother Mingjian's assistant, how dare he act so arrogantly towards her." I am Brother Mingjian's younger sister. " She purposely said "Brother Mingjian" instead of "Chief Song" to show her intimacy.

"Ou Shihao immediately understood the meaning behind her words. She was threatening him." Yo, it's Third Miss. Which country did you go to to have your face cut up like this? I can't even recognize him! "

How could Sheng Wangqing not hear the mockery in his words? Her face immediately flushed red, but then she thought, Ou Shihao is the savior of Song Mingjian, even Song Tianxue needed to give him some pointers. He could not help but say: "I am Sheng Wangqing, Chief Song knows me. Could Assistant Ou please let me in, I'll bring him lunch. " With that, she waved the lunchbox in her hand in a demonstration.

"Ou Shihao stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation." "Let's go in. Director Song hasn't had lunch yet." He felt disdain in his heart. The Madam had only left for a few days, yet a girl had already come knocking on his door.

But this girl, although she was prettier than Gu Xiangling, her figure was also quite sexy. However, it was definitely not for Song Ming's sword. Fine, let's go in and meet some dust.

Song Mingjian was sitting in front of his computer, working. He frowned slightly as he stared at the screen attentively. He wasn't wearing a suit, and was only wearing a brown colored cut and delicately cut shirt.

Sheng Wen walked over lightly, her small heels making no sound on the thick velvet carpet. Song Mingjian did not notice her as she approached.

Her eyes were involuntarily drawn to his nimble, jumping fingers and manly arms, and she had the urge to put them to her lips and kiss them. She called out softly, "Brother Mingjian!"

Song Mingjian was in a daze, unexpectedly hearing Gu Xiangling's voice. However, she would never call him "Brother Mingjian", so he subconsciously asked, "Why do you call me that?"

Sheng Wangqing was stunned for a moment before hesitantly asking, "Didn't I always call you that?"

Only then did Song Mingjian raise his head and smile in disappointment, "Oh, it's you." The next second, he asked doubtfully, "Why are you here?"

"I've only just started. I'm downstairs in the newsroom." Sheng Sangqing felt an awkward atmosphere. Song Mingjian did not have a single trace of happiness when he saw her. She put the lunchbox next to his hand and said quickly, "I never saw you go to the staff dining room and heard that you forgot to have lunch when you were busy. I personally cooked your favorite food. No matter how busy you are, you still have to pay attention to your body. "