"Tingting, you haven't had breakfast yet!" Mrs. Zhang, who had just walked out of the door, happened to see Song Ziting rushing toward the door with her bag, and couldn't help but greet her from behind.
"Grandma...I...I don't want to eat, it's too late!" Song Ziting turned around and responded, then quickly disappeared at the door.
Madam Zhang looked at Song Ziting who had disappeared, and couldn't help but shook her head. She looked up and saw Zhang Hao slowly coming downstairs, so she couldn't help coughing and said to Zhang Hao: "Hao Zi,
Come over for breakfast!”
"Oh..." Zhang Hao nodded to Mrs. Zhang while buttoning his shirt, and then followed Mrs. Zhang into the restaurant. But as soon as he sat down, Zhang Hao stared at the table.
The porridge bowl narrowed its eyes, and then turned to Mrs. Zhang mysteriously and said: "Grandma, can you drink today's porridge?"
"You brat, why can't you drink the good porridge?!" Mrs. Zhang heard Zhang Hao's words and glared at Zhang Hao pretending to be unhappy.
While Zhang Hao was holding the porridge bowl, he thought of the bird's nest porridge last night. He thought that although his grandma had a wrong way, she still allowed him to embrace the beauty, so he started to eat in front of the porridge bowl, but he ate.
Then I remembered why that girl Song Ziting was missing, so she turned around and asked doubtfully: "Grandma, where is Tingting?"
"Oh, she said she was going to be late for work, so she left first. You can bring her some breakfast later. She didn't even eat breakfast and ran away in a hurry!" Mrs. Zhang couldn't bear it when Zhang Hao asked Song Ziting.
He couldn't help but shake his head and said, and then immediately ordered Mrs. Zhang to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for Song Ziting and put it in the thermos box.
Zhang Hao didn't say much when he heard Mrs. Zhang's words, but nodded as if it was something. In fact, he knew in his heart that Song Ziting must be avoiding him at this time, so he finished his breakfast quickly, picked up the breakfast box and followed
Mrs. Zhang said hello and hurried out the door.
Zhang Hao was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, looking at the breakfast box next to him, and couldn't help but twitching his lips: When did he, Young Master Zhang, fall to the point of delivering breakfast to others? But why had he never thought about it before?
What he had done in the past, not only did he not feel angry at all, but he was actually happy? Zhang Hao helplessly shook his head at the monster face in the rearview mirror, then stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for the Song family.
Song Ziting hurriedly ran out of the house and went straight to the company. She was confused all the way. Her mind was filled with those inappropriate scenes from last night. When she thought that she took the initiative to tear off her clothes and even hugged Zhang Hao's neck, Song Ziting
She was so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. She was a little distracted until she arrived at the company. It wasn't until the phone on the table suddenly rang that Song Ziting shook her head to recover her thoughts. She looked down and saw that it was "a gangster."
The two words "" kept flashing, and Song Ziting's hand holding the phone subconsciously threw the phone back on the table. She didn't know how long it had been ringing, but finally the phone ringing became quiet. Song Ziting breathed a long sigh of relief, but
Before she could pick up the water cup and put it into her mouth, her phone suddenly vibrated and a text message came in.
Song Ziting gently opened the text message, but she was extremely depressed, because the text message was not someone else's, but Zhang Hao's, "Tingting, I know you are upstairs, should you come down, or should I go up?" Song Ziting grabbed her phone and hated it.
Her teeth were itching, if Zhang Hao came up, wouldn't he want to reveal his true identity to the world? And with his evil face, she didn't know how many women would drown her in the saliva, so Song Ziting hurriedly stood up
He stood up, said hello to his colleagues next to him, and quickly went downstairs.
What Song Ziting saw when she went downstairs was Zhang Haozheng leaning on the car with his shoulders upright. Today he had put on a blue Lamborghini again. The luxurious sports car parked swaggeringly at the entrance of the company, which could not help but attract the attention of countless people.
She scratched her hair helplessly and walked towards Zhang Hao bravely.
But unlike Song Ziting's attitude, when Zhang Hao saw Song Ziting coming out of the building, his peach blossom eyes immediately narrowed, a rare smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he waved to Song Ziting: "Tingting, here!"
"It's okay, why are you laughing!" Song Ziting murmured in a low voice, quickly approached, and then said to Zhang Hao with an ugly face: "What do you want from me? Don't just show up at the door of the company when you have nothing to do, others will misunderstand!
"
Zhang Haocai ignored Song Ziting's indifference. After hearing Song Ziting's words, he just shrugged innocently, then took out an exquisite lunch box from the sports car and handed it over.
Song Ziting was stunned when she saw the thing in Zhang Hao's hand. She was a little confused, so she curled her lips and asked, "What is this?"
"Grandma asked me to bring it to you!" Zhang Hao replied casually.
"Oh..." Song Ziting heard that Zhang Hao said it was prepared by Mrs. Zhang, so she didn't say anything more, but reached out to take the lunch box. A burst of fragrance floated into her nostrils, which made Song Ziting, who was already a little hungry, immediately have an appetite.
, so she grabbed the lunch box and raised her head to Zhang Hao, snorting from her nostrils: "Um...thank you!" Then she picked up the lunch box and prepared to turn around. She didn't want to be killed by the looks of those women wearing high heels on the roadside.
"Wait!" Zhang Hao saw Song Ziting taking the lunch box and turning around to run away. He couldn't help but curl his lips and shouted. Then when Song Ziting was in a daze, he took a step forward and gently approached Song Ziting's ear.
He blew hot air and said, "Tingting, should you be responsible for me?"
Song Ziting didn't react to Zhang Hao's sudden approach. It wasn't until the hot breath from Zhang Hao's mouth sprayed on her ears that she subconsciously stepped back. When she heard Zhang Hao's words, Song Ziting couldn't help but frowned and tilted her eyebrows.
Staring at Zhang Hao with big eyes: "Responsible? What responsibility?!"
Zhang Hao couldn't help but smile when he saw Song Ziting's puzzled look, and then opened his thin lips lightly, but the words he said made Song Ziting want to smash the lunch box in her hand directly into Zhang Hao's face, only to hear Zhang Hao gently
Said: "Tingting, did you forget last night?"
"Last night? Last night?! Ah..." After Song Ziting heard the word "last night" from Zhang Hao's mouth, some clips flashed through her mind, and her heart began to beat fast. She saw Zhang Hao's successful actions.
Laughing, Song Ziting's little face turned red to her ears, then she hugged the lunch box in her hand tightly, pretending not to remember anything, and said to Zhang Hao: "Don't understand what you are talking about?!" Then turned around
He stepped on his high heels and ran towards the office building without looking back.
Zhang Hao looked at Song Ziting's running back with a red face. He couldn't help grinning and laughing, and then shouted at the pretty back: "It's okay, I forgot, I can help you remember it well, I'm
I remember everything!" Zhang Hao was extremely satisfied when he saw Song Ziting, who had already run away, covered her ears with her hands and moved faster after hearing his shout. He turned around and ignored the beauties who kept flirting with her, and quickly opened the door.
He opened the car door, got into the car in a good mood, stepped on the accelerator and went straight to Zhang Group.
Zhang Hao was in a daze all morning, and Song Ziting's various cute expressions kept flashing through his mind. Thinking of Song Ziting looking at him with big eyes and angrily looking at him, Zhang Hao felt anxious and itchy.
Finally, he couldn't help but call Timmy into the office.
"General...President, are you looking for me?" As soon as Timmy entered the office, he saw Zhang Hao thinking hard about something, so he asked cautiously, because he really felt that the big boss was a little unusual recently.
"Oh, Timmy, what does it feel like to like someone?" Zhang Hao saw Timmy come in, the expression on his face dropped, and then asked mysteriously.
"President, I...I have never been in love..." Timmy stammered.
"Nonsense, I asked you how it feels to like someone. I didn't ask you whether you were in love or not! You said if you want a girl to like you, what would you do?" Zhang Hao was very unhappy when he heard timmy's words.
He continued to ask.
"Ah?...How to do it?..." Timmy's face was full of black lines. If I knew, would I still be single? Suddenly I thought of the scene in the TV series, so Timmy immediately put a smile on his face and said: "Send flowers!
"
"Send flowers?" Zhang Hao touched his chin when he heard Timmy's answer, and then grinned; "Well, not bad! What a good idea!" Zhang Hao slapped the table: "Go and help me order a large bouquet of flowers from the flower shop, that's all.
The kind that girls like!"
"What do girls like?" Timmy touched the sweat on his forehead. What flowers do girls like? "President, I would like to ask, do you want to give it to..."
"Of course it's the young lady! Brat, hurry up and get ready!" Zhang Hao waved his hand to Timmy and watched Timmy disappear quickly. Zhang Hao was extremely satisfied.
Song Ziting returned to the office and sat down slumped in her seat. Thinking of what Zhang Hao had just said downstairs, Song Ziting felt like she wanted to go crazy. She rubbed her hair vigorously, but her stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
She got up and looked at the exquisite lunch boxes placed on the table. Song Ziting swallowed, then quickly opened the lunch box and ate the porridge. After she was full, Song Ziting patted her belly and looked at
The empty lunch box cursed Zhang Hao in a low voice. But before she could pack the lunch box on the table, she suddenly heard a voice coming from the office door: "Is Miss Song Ziting here?"
"I...I am!" Song Ziting put away the empty lunch box on the table, then raised her head and said hello. After Song Ziting finished speaking, she realized that the person who came was actually a courier holding a large bouquet of flowers.
"These are your flowers, please sign for them!" The courier took a step forward and came up with an oversized bouquet of roses.
"Mine? Is that correct?" Song Ziting couldn't believe her ears. This was her second day at work. How could someone send flowers? So she looked at the courier with some suspicion and asked.
"Wow, what a beautiful blue enchantress! How much does it cost for such a big bunch!"
"This flower is so beautiful!"
The envious voice of her colleague came, and Song Ziting was still in a daze. It wasn't until the courier nodded with certainty that Song Ziting took the receipt form blankly, and then quickly signed her name. She watched the courier turn around and leave with satisfaction.
Go, Song Ziting came back to her senses and started looking for the cards on the bouquet.