"No, who would like me?"

Su Luo said self-deprecatingly.

His monthly salary is so low that he can't save a penny after basic living expenses. He's also very busy, not only taking care of his daughter but also always working overtime.

Which girl would want to be with him?

Su Jianni, having received a satisfactory answer, rested her head on Su Luo's shoulder, yawned, and said in a childish voice.

"That's good, I'm so sleepy..."

Su Luo picked up Su Jiani, gently patted her back, and walked towards the bedroom.

"Go to sleep."

Once in the room, Su Luo put her daughter on the bed and covered her with a blanket.

Su Jiani reached out her small hand and tightly gripped the hem of his clothes.

"Don't go, wait until I fall asleep before you leave, okay?"

Su Luo sighed softly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and gently took her hand.

"Okay, I won't leave."

Soon after her daughter fell asleep, Su Luo left the room.

Su Luo opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cola, unscrewed the cap, and started drinking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the wall clock; it was almost ten o'clock.

Song Lingshan should be up by now. She woke up to find that he had left without saying goodbye and hadn't even called her.

On second thought, he realized that he had blocked all of Song Lingshan's contact information three years ago, so it was normal that she couldn't find him.

My stomach started rumbling.

Su Luo decided to have lunch at home before going to the company, so she turned around and went into the kitchen to start cooking.

After finishing, I prepared a thermal lunchbox for Song Lingshan before starting to eat.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they carried their lunchboxes downstairs.

I rode my little electric scooter to work.

It was lunchtime, and Su Luo didn't return to her workstation but went straight to the CEO's office on the top floor.

I stood at the door and knocked.

"who?"

Song Lingshan's voice came from inside, sounding very impatient and in a bad mood.

Su Luo swallowed hard and said in a deep voice, "It's me."

"Come in!"

Su Luo opened the door, carrying a large lunchbox.

Song Lingshan had just been taking a nap on the table. She straightened her slightly messy bangs, straightened her body, and looked a little haggard. She said in a cold voice.

"You still know how to come back?"

She had insomnia last night and didn't fall asleep until after 5 a.m. When she woke up, she found that Su Luo was gone.

When I called the company, I found out he hadn't come to work.

This is outrageous! Not only did he leave without saying goodbye, but he also skipped work.

Su Luo lowered her head, her palms slightly sweaty.

"I'm sorry, I had to go back and take care of some things. This is a bento box I brought for you."

Song Lingshan stared at the lunchbox in his hand, her expression softening slightly.

He was in a hurry to go home so he could make himself a bento box.

Wait a minute, why not do it at her house instead of going back? What would he need to deal with? Isn't he an orphan?

Seeing that Song Lingshan's complexion had improved, Su Luo took the initiative to place the lunchboxes on the coffee table and opened the lids one by one.

The enticing aroma wafted through the air. Song Lingshan was so angry when she woke up that she didn't eat. But when she saw the dish she had been longing for for so many years, all her doubts vanished instantly.

I got up and sat on the sofa, picked up my chopsticks and took a piece of squirrel-shaped mandarin fish. It was sweet and sour, the fish was very tender, and it was delicious.

Su Luo then took out a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice from the bag, placed it next to Song Lingshan, and explained.

"Just, just squeezed."

Song Lingshan looked up and asked, "Did you add ice?"

A glass of orange juice after meals is also her habit, but she likes it with ice.

Su Luo shook her head. "No, you have a stomach problem, so you shouldn't add it."

Song Lingshan felt a warmth in her heart. She had just mentioned it casually last night, and he had actually remembered it.

He picked up the orange juice, took a small sip, and said casually.

"Don't address me with 'you' (formal), it sounds weird."

Su Luo was puzzled. "I understand, President Song."

Song Lingshan glared at him.

Calling her President Song felt a bit odd. He used to call her by her own name, but at the company, he really couldn't.

Su Luo scratched his head helplessly, wondering what he had done to offend her again. Are all women so prone to anger?

After finishing her meal, Song Lingshan reached out her hand to him.

Su Luo looked bewildered: "What?"

Song Lingshan raised her chin slightly and said arrogantly, "Give me your phone!"

Su Luo was even more confused: "Why would you want my phone?"

Song Lingshan said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, just give it to me if you want it!"

Su Luo reluctantly handed over her phone.

Song Lingshan was slightly taken aback when she received the phone. Why was this phone still from three years ago? Had it not been changed in so long?

Logically speaking, even though his salary isn't high, he shouldn't be so poor that he can't even afford a new cell phone.

She was abroad before and knew nothing about Su Luo's situation. After returning to China, she was busy with work and did not properly investigate what Su Luo had been doing in the past few years.

It seems necessary for her to investigate his past when she has some free time.

What's the password?

Su Luo hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "."

Song Lingshan paused on the screen; it hadn't changed—it was still her birthday.

When asked to use his own birthday as his password, he was a little reluctant, saying it wasn't necessary.

Song Lingshan pursed her lips, entered the password, and then went to his contacts and WeChat to remove her contact information from the blacklist.

Looking up at Su Luo, who had a blank expression, he waved the phone in his hand and said seriously.

"From now on, you're not allowed to hang up on me or ignore my messages. I'm your boss, understand?"

"clear."

Su Luo secretly broke out in a cold sweat. So that's what it was about. It seems like things won't be easy for him in the future!

But what could he do? He couldn't just quit in a fit of pique; he could only deal with whatever came his way.

...

Su Luo returned to her office and began her workday.

I opened the folder for this company artist event with my mouse and focused intently on checking the photography department's work.

Everyone else did a good job, except for Zhang Ming, who was in charge of the popular artist Xiao Mei. He was still the same as always, producing very low-quality short videos and homepage covers.

Not only is it vulgar, but the angle is also bad. It turns Xiao Mei, who originally has a high-class face, into a mass-produced internet celebrity face with no unique features.

"You were looking for me?"

Zhang Ming leaned casually against the door frame, showing no sign of being a subordinate at all.

Su Luo frowned slightly and said bluntly, "The cover you took for Xiao Mei is not up to standard. Take it again."

"You think I'll reshoot just because you tell me to? Why should I? I've always shot it this way. If you don't like it, go ahead and shoot it yourself! Why are you arguing with me?"