Zhu Hao paused, speechless, pouted, and gently shook his head.
She thought Pu Zhao knew about her relationship with Tang Song, but it turned out to be Zhu Qing...
It was a false alarm...
He lowered his eyes, gripped his phone tighter, and ate in silence.
Pu Zhao, holding his rice bowl, walked around the table and sat down next to Zhu Hao, gently nudging Zhu Hao's shoulder.
I glanced at her sideways, wishing her well.
"Oh dear! Don't be shy and deny it, I saw it all." Pu Zhao covered her mouth with her hand. "Zhu Qing just messaged you asking you to have dinner with him! And you said it was okay? If it were okay, would the president's special assistant invite a little intern like you to dinner?"
Zhu Hao's lips twitched, and his gaze fell on Pu Zhao's dark pupils. He couldn't help but sigh, Pu Zhao's eyesight was really good, he could even see "Tang Song" as "Zhu Qing".
How different are these two characters?
Pu Zhao wouldn't assume it was Zhu Qing just because he saw that the sender's name was only two characters, would he?
I wish you well. The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.
She simply shook her head, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
Pu Zhao became increasingly certain of his guess after Zhu Hao's repeated denials. His lips twitched, and an uncontrollable smile spread across his face. He said considerately, "Okay, okay, no, no, let's eat."
There's something just not right about wishing you well.
Although Pu Zhao said no, his eyes still showed disbelief.
She bit her lip and subtly flipped through her phone, wanting to see Tang Song's messages.
A sudden burst of heat came from the side of my face.
I put down my phone and glanced sideways in surprise.
"What's wrong? Are you itching to meet him?" Pu Zhao's crooked mouth remained, and even intensified, with his tone rising. "Go if you want to."
Pu Zhao waved his hand dismissively, "Anyway, I already know what I wanted to know. Go if you want."
Zhu Hao's facial muscles twitched involuntarily; he was completely speechless at Pu Zhao.
No wonder Pu Zhao was so friendly today, grabbing her to eat together in the cafeteria; it turns out his gossip was burning inside him.
Zhu Hao withdrew his hand from the phone, placed it on his lap, and silently felt the phone vibrate slightly incessantly.
*
Top floor conference room.
Tang Song typed on his phone with a somber expression.
The operations director's hand holding the laser pointer trembled as he struggled to recount the commercial endorsements the company's artists had secured last month, glancing at the sales manager beside him and giving him meaningful looks.
The sales manager kept his head down, minimizing his presence throughout, as if he wished he could disappear on the spot.
"Bang!"
The loud noise interrupted the operations director's voice.
All eyes in the conference room fell on the source of the sound—Tang Song's phone, which he had slammed down.
"Mr. Tang... Mr. Tang? Are you dissatisfied with the endorsements your artists took on last month? Actually, they were all short-term contracts..."
"Thud!" Another crisp sound rang out as Tang Song threw the manuscript in front of her with great force. This time, the conference room fell completely silent.
Tang Song's icy voice rang out in the conference room, "What kind of nonsense have you been accepting? What are your business development staff doing? If they can't handle it, they can all leave!"
The moment the words were spoken, the already oppressive atmosphere became even more suffocating.
Everyone held their breath, silently staring at their fingertips.
A moment later, the door slammed shut, Tang Song left, and the people in the conference room breathed a sigh of relief, followed by hushed whispers.
"Was Mr. Tang angry just now?"
"Is there even a question? Of course!"
"Just because the commercial endorsements the operations department gets don't meet his standards?"
"No way, most of these endorsements are from brands that are renewing their contracts. President Tang didn't react this strongly before."
"Are you stupid! Didn't you see that President Tang was holding his phone the whole time during the meeting? He checked it every two or three seconds, and then he just wouldn't put it down."
"Isn't that normal? Mr. Tang used to multitask while handling official business as well."
"No, no, this isn't official business."
"ah!?"
"Shh... I'll tell you quietly, I just peeked at the reflection in the glass behind President Tang, and the person chatting in the background is a girl!"
"!!"
"A woman!?"
"Did you see that clearly!?"
"Really! I can see it very clearly! I can see it with all four eyes!" the speaker said, adjusting his glasses.
The people at the long table in the conference room instantly formed a circle.
"Tell me quickly, what does it look like?"
"Um……"
"Stop keeping me in suspense!!"
"Long black hair, big eyes, a sweet smile, looks vaguely familiar..."
"Tsk, all beautiful women look alike, it's normal for them to look familiar."
"No, that girl isn't the stunning beauty type; she's the sweet, innocent type, like the girl next door."
"Hiss~ Mr. Tang likes this?"
"Of course, I saw the screen was full of messages from President Tang, long paragraphs of text, but the other side didn't reply with a single word."
"Huh? There's someone who can resist President Tang's charm?"
"Hey, to each their own."
Click! The conference room door was suddenly opened.
The executives who had just been gathered together scattered like birds and beasts, bowing their heads to gather their belongings at their desks, pretending that nothing had happened.
Zhu Qing, carrying a black briefcase in one hand and a pink insulated bag in the other, looked at the strangely similar scene with a bewildered expression, and coughed lightly, "President Tang said that everyone has worked hard, and the whole company is off this afternoon, including the interns."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone tacitly agreed without the slightest surprise.
Zhu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, then turned and left.
As soon as the door closed, another human-shaped circle appeared in the conference room.
The door opened again, and the circle dispersed once more.
Tang Song stood at the door with a gloomy expression, hands in his pockets, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone before finally landing on the bald chief designer. "Zhang Hong, come with me for a moment."
Zhang Hong, who was over fifty years old, trembled and looked around for help.
Everyone tacitly looked away, pretending not to hear.
"Aren't you coming over?" Tang Song's voice came with a hint of displeasure. "What are you waiting for?"
"They're here!" Zhang Hong swallowed hard and quickly followed Tang Song, clutching his black leather bag covered in Elsa stickers.
*
office.
Tang Song sat in a chair, while Zhang Hong stood in front of the table, receiving Tang Song's X-ray-like gaze.
Just when Zhang Hong thought he was about to lose his job, Tang Song finally spoke up, "You have a daughter?"
Zhang Hong was stunned, not understanding at first. "What?"
Tang Song frowned slightly, his fingertips tapping impatiently on the table.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the rhythm is getting faster and faster.
Zhang Hong quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I have twin daughters, they're six years old this year."
When Zhang Hong mentioned his twin daughters, he seemed less nervous, a happy smile spreading across his face. "My wife and I have been trying for so many years, and we finally have children! You wouldn't believe how smart they are! They could recite Tang and Song dynasty poems at the age of three, and they can also..."
"Tsk." Tang Song clicked his tongue lightly, interrupting Zhang Hong's excited speech.
Zhang Hong immediately fell silent, glancing cautiously at Tang Song. "President Tang, why are you asking this?"
Tang Song pondered for a moment, "What if the child refuses to eat with you and deliberately doesn't reply to your messages?"
Zhang Hong: "Huh?"
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