Song Nanqiao returned to the Song Group, but his dad was not there.
She went directly to the marketing department to get the information.
Seeing that her face was not very good, Sister Zhang thought about it, but still asked worriedly: "What's wrong? I feel uncomfortable?"
She shook her head, curled her lips and smiled, "No, it's just that my work pressure has been a bit too high recently."
Sister Zhang has a good relationship with her father. If she said she had drunk too much and was thrown by Tang Jingze on the sofa and caught a cold after slept all night, her father would definitely be very worried.
When you get married, there are some things you can't talk about, and you won't go home to talk about.
"That's it, don't be too nervous. Although this case is a big deal, since the chairman can hand it over to you, it proves that you are capable and competent, let alone that Jingze is helping you around you. What are you afraid of? He will always take care of you."
When Song Nanqiao heard this name, he felt sad.
He takes care of her?
It's probably a big deal about the world.
She died, and he wouldn't be too happy.
How could it be taken care of!
But she nodded.
He shook the folder in his hand, "Well, I'll take it first."
"Well, go ahead and get what you lack. The chairman said that he would cooperate with your work and cooperate with all his strength."
Song Nanqiao nodded, and a warm current flowed through his heart inexplicably.
After leaving the Song family, she went home directly, without any idea of ​​going to Tang family.
Back at the villa, Song Nanqiao hung up the company one by one and simply turned off the phone. She needed to be quiet.
Perhaps even if he was really dead, Tang Jingze was too lazy to even look at it, let alone having a fever.
Dragging his sore body, Song Nanqiao returned to the bedroom and fell asleep.
When I woke up, night had already fallen.
My throat was dry, so I got up and went downstairs to pour water.
I happened to meet Tang Jingze and came back.
Song Nanqiao didn't even raise his eyes, poured a glass of water and went upstairs, completely thinking that Tang Jingze was like air, and the two of them were strangers.
………
For several days, Song Nanqiao didn't even step into the company, didn't answer the phone or attend the meeting, it was like evaporating from the world.
Tang Jingze finally couldn't sit still in the company.
Dawei looked at the president's position in the office opposite several times in the morning, and immediately understood the extremely unhappy expression.
"President, the wife hasn't come yet. Are you feeling uncomfortable in your health?"
While handing over the documents, he carefully tentatively said.
"What does it have to do with me if she is feeling well?"
Tang Jingze looked at Dawei in a deep voice, frightened him so much that he was covered in cold sweat, and quickly shook his head.
"I'm just talking casually."
Waving his hand impatiently, Dawei felt relieved and hurried down.
The president is in a bad mood and idle people are not allowed to enter.
As soon as he went out, Guan Hui happened to hold the document and frowned at Dawei, who was still scared.
"What's wrong? I'm in a bad mood?"
Dawei nodded quickly, looked at the visitor and immediately explained, "The company has a lot of business recently and is very complicated, so the president will naturally not be happy."
Seeing through and not saying it out loud, the more you draw, the darker you get, and Wan Hui shook her head and laughed.
"Then I won't go in. I'll leave this document to him and tell him that it's best to hold a press conference and promote the cooperation between Song and Tang. It's probably a good hot topic. Nowadays, reporters like to expose such a big news. I guess they're rushing to do it."
Dawei looked at Wanhui in surprise, "It's rare that a designer is very proficient in publicity."
"I'm used to it, and I can learn a little bit after reading too much."
"The president has already arranged the matter. A press conference will be held next Wednesday, at 9:30 a.m. half a month later."
Wan Hui glanced at him through the glass window.
"Then I'll trouble you with this document."
As a genius in the business world, Tang Jingze will not disappoint people. He has already ordered to prepare everything she could think of.
"good."
As soon as Tang Jingze came out from inside, he saw Dawei staring at Wan Hui's back in a daze.
"The person has left!"
Dawei immediately turned around awkwardly, "President, why are you out?"
"Or it would be tied to the office?"
He asked back, and Dawei suddenly remembered the document and quickly handed it over, "Mr. Hui asked me to give it to you just now."
After glanced at the documents that were not anxious, he waved his hand, "Put it in the office, I'll go back and get something."
"Okay, then you need to call me if you want."
Dawei curled his lips and held back his smile.
It is obvious that the president is working very well and suddenly wants to go home. What is his intention?
………
Song Nanqiao was not at home, this was the only thing Tang Jingze learned after rushing home.
I couldn't help but dialed the phone.
"Where are you?"
The phone was very loud and he couldn't hear a word clearly, and the phone was far away from his ears.
"Song Nanqiao, have you been rushing to beg along the street? So noisy?"
Song Nanqiao held the phone and listened to him, and immediately didn't want to reply to him.
This dead man still has such a poisonous mouth.
I will never be angry when I talk to her.
He closed his mouth and shouted loudly: "What's wrong with you? I'm at the construction site and can't hear it."
"I'm hungry."
He thought for a long time and suddenly said something.
"Are you sick? Tang Jingze, you should go to see a doctor."
What does it have to do with her whether she is hungry or not?
My head must be broken, so I called her to talk about this.
The foreman jogged over outside the wall, "Manager Song, I've done it there, do you want to take a look?"
Song Nanqiao hung up his phone directly and walked over quickly.
If Tang Jingze saw Song Nanqiao wearing sportswear, sneakers, and hard hats at the construction site, not being dirty or tired, following the workers all over the ground, he would definitely be shocked.
This is not the tall and unparalleled and unparalleled eldest daughter of the Song family.
“Are all done?”
She smiled, looked at the contractor and asked happily.
"According to the drawings you modified, they were redecorated again, and they were all done. I'm waiting for you to check them out. There is no problem, and I can get in directly."
"Subject room?"
The contractor nodded, "Of course."
On the other side of the villa, Tang Jingze looked at her hanging up cell phone in a daze.
"Diet woman!"
He gritted his teeth in hatred.
After seeing the model room, Song Nanqiao was guiding and discussing the construction arrangements for tomorrow. It was almost dark.
Dragging my tired body, when I got home, it was already half past eight. I didn't even eat a bite of food, so I lay on the sofa and sniffed for a while.
When I woke up, it was already midnight.
I went upstairs to wash up and the door was opened.
"You still know to come back?"
The first thing Tang Jingze said when he saw her was "Getting up an army to ask for guilt."
Extremely poor attitude.
How could Song Nanqiao be vegetarian?
"What does it have to do with you? Have you reported to me every day? What did I tell you?"
One sentence made Tang Jingze speechless.
"You are just sharp-tongued and have no femininity at all."
"Yes, your little ones are very feminine, you love going there."
Chapter completed!