Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen Fighting Qi Superiority
Zhang Hao looked at Song Ziting's leaving figure and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. He turned his head as if nothing had happened and continued to fill his mouth with food, while Song Zikun next to him couldn't help but whisper: "
Haozi, haven’t you finished it yet?”
"You don't know your sister yet?" Zhang Hao took a sip of soup and leaned back on the chair. Although he was extremely lazy, he was born with nobility. His tone was a little lazy, but there was a lot of emotion in his words.
A bit confident and a bit helpless.
"Haha, the little girl has a bit of a temper!" Song Zikun twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, nodded gracefully, and continued to fill his mouth. Seeing Zhang Hao's muffled voice and no longer speaking, Song Zikun couldn't help but turn his head and glance.
Zhang Hao, then continued: "Why don't you use the tricks you use against other women on Tingting?" In fact, Song Zikun was just teasing Zhang Hao, and he also knew that his sister would not do that at all.
"Kunzi, don't you treat Lan Yatou differently?" Zhang Hao did not answer Song Zikun's words and suddenly changed the topic to Lan Ruo.
When Song Zikun heard Zhang Hao's words, his hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal. He raised his head and smiled at Zhang Hao: "Haozi, do you think Tingting believes in you more, or in me?
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"Yeah, I didn't tell you!" Zhang Hao curled his lips dejectedly when he saw Song Zikun's grin, but soon Zhang Hao regained his composure, and then approached Song Zikun's handsome face and whispered softly: "You have
Go to the hospital under the company to have a look, maybe you will get something!" After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he stood up and patted Song Zikun on the shoulder, then waved without looking back: "Kunzi, the food in your company is good, I
I like it very much. It seems that I will have to come here every day to taste this delicious food! Let’s go!”
Song Zikun continued to eat the food on the plate without raising his head. When he heard Zhang Hao's words, his lips curled up: Brat, I'm starting to pursue you! But it seems I have to go to the hospital when I have time!
Thinking of this, Song Zikun put down the chopsticks in his hand, then stood up and left with satisfaction.
The chefs and other staff in the company cafeteria watched Song Zikun leave and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. "The president is finally gone. I was so scared that I didn't dare to speak out!" one of them couldn't help but open his mouth.
said.
"Yeah, if it doesn't suit his taste, let's just pack up and leave!" Another interface.
"But who is the other person with the president? It looks like the two of them are very familiar!" a female staff member asked with bubbles in her eyes.
"That's the president of Zhang's, and he has to provide for him, so we have to be careful. Didn't you hear him say that he should frequent the cafeteria? It seems that we have to study tomorrow's recipes today!" The head chef knocked on the woman's finger.
The clerk slapped him on the head and turned around to get busy. When the others heard the chef's words, they couldn't help but shudder and started getting busy.
Song Ziting said goodbye to Lan Ruo and went directly back to her office. But as soon as she sat down, the scent of flowers rushed into her nose. Song Ziting sneezed gently, and then she remembered the big bouquet of blue enchantress, and thought of Zhang.
Hao looked like she wanted to be beaten. Song Ziting grabbed the large bouquet and was about to throw it into the trash can. But as soon as her hand touched the bouquet, she heard another voice coming from the door: "Who is Miss Song Ziting?"
"I...I am!" Song Ziting put down the blue enchantress in her hand and looked up at the door. What she saw was a new courier walking in holding a large bouquet of lilies: "Miss Song, this is
Please sign for your flowers!"
Song Ziting didn't react for a while. She could only take the pen from the courier's hand blankly, signed her name quickly, and then took the flowers from the courier's hand. Because she was too surprised, Song Ziting
She even forgot to ask the courier where the flowers came from. By the time Song Ziting reacted and was about to ask, the courier had disappeared. Song Ziting turned around dejectedly and began to look for the card on the bouquet. But with that
Like a bouquet of blue enchantress, without even half a word. Song Ziting couldn't help but get angry: Zhang Hao, what on earth are you doing? Is there anyone who gives flowers like this? One bouquet in the morning and one bouquet in the afternoon. I think you have more money.
She was so panicked! Song Ziting was a little angry. Regardless of the delicate appearance of the large bouquet of lilies, she picked up two large bouquets of flowers and threw them into the trash can with a snap.
When colleagues saw Song Ziting throwing such beautiful and expensive flowers into the trash can, they couldn't help but feel it was a pity. Their expressions of envy turned into sour jealousy in an instant: "What's the big deal about collecting a few bouquets of flowers?"
Yeah, what’s so pretentious!”
Song Ziting ignored her colleagues' gazes and felt that the flowers were thrown into the trash can, which made her feel much better. She thought that if Zhang Hao saw the flowers he sent lying in the trash can, she really didn't know what Zhang Hao's expression would be, so Song Ziting
Her big eyes rolled and she suddenly had an idea. She quickly took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the flowers in the trash can. Then she quickly found Zhang Hao's number and sent it.
Just when Song Ziting was curling her lips with pride, the phone in her hand suddenly rang. Song Ziting reached out and picked it up without even looking at the phone screen: "How is it? My sister is not surprised by the broken flowers you gave me!"
"Really? If you don't like it, just deal with it casually!" Lu Yang's deep voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone, with a tone that couldn't hide the loss and sadness.
"Lu... Lu Yang? Why is it you?" Song Ziting heard the voice and realized that the person calling was not Zhang Hao at all.
"I heard that you have gone to work. I just want to congratulate you. If you are unhappy, I will hang up first!"
"Wait, Lu Yang, I...I didn't mean that. I thought you were someone else...so..." Song Ziting grabbed the phone and hurriedly explained, "How could I be unhappy? Thank you for sending me the flowers. I'm very happy."
I like it!" Song Ziting stared guiltily at the flowers in the trash can with her big eyes, feeling extremely depressed.
"Really?" Lu Yang asked, hiding the sadness in his tone after hearing Song Ziting's explanation.
"Well, really, I put it on my desk, it smells so good!" Song Ziting said pretendingly, looking at the abandoned flowers, her other little hand helplessly scratched her hair.
"As long as you like it. When you have time, I'll treat you to dinner!" Lu Yang obviously felt much more relaxed after hearing Song Ziting's words.
"Okay!" Song Ziting felt guilty and quickly agreed.
"Well, you go ahead and do your work first. I have something to do here too! Goodbye!" Lu Yang hung up the phone after saying that.
Song Ziting hung up the phone and sat slumped on the chair. Looking at the flowers in the trash can, she felt extremely depressed. She rubbed her hair vigorously: What the hell is going on? It's so messed up!
Just as Song Ziting was thinking irritably, the phone she had just put down rang again. This time Song Ziting learned a lesson, she picked up the phone and saw clearly the word "hooligan" displayed on the screen, then she looked ugly and spoke in a bad tone.
The ground answered the phone: "Hello? What's the matter?"
"Why is your temper so bad? Who has offended our young lady Tingting?" Zhang Hao was not annoyed when he heard Song Ziting's tone. Instead, he spoke in a nonchalant tone.
Song Ziting originally wanted to be angry with Zhang Hao, but she didn't expect that the other party would have such a tone. She couldn't help but choked: "You are the one who has no eyesight!"
"Tingting, you are wronged. Why did I offend you? It seems that you handled the flowers I sent very 'properly'!" Zhang Hao suppressed laughter on the other end of the phone and played with the cup in his hand. But
Thinking of another bunch of delicate lilies, an unknown light flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes.
When Song Ziting heard the word "appropriate" from Zhang Hao, her eyelids couldn't help but twitch. She secretly thought about why she had an ominous premonition after listening to this gangster's tone. As expected, she was thinking about another call on the other side of the phone.
Zhang Hao's voice came: "Since you treated my flowers so well, I will also treat what happened last night very properly!" After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Song Ziting's reaction.
"You... Hello! Hello!" Song Ziting's face turned red with anger when she heard Zhang Hao's words, and she shouted twice at the phone that had been hung up, but all that came from the phone was a beeping busy tone. Song Ziting was so angry
She rolled her eyes and cursed in her mind: Zhang Hao, you are an out-and-out gangster! A stinking gangster! But thinking that Zhang Hao might be able to do anything, Song Ziting looked at the flowers in the trash can depressedly, and then ignored her colleagues around her.
With curious eyes, she quietly left the office with the trash can and got into the bathroom. Looking at the decorative vases placed on the sink in the bathroom, Song Ziting reacted for a moment, and then quickly took the delicate blue vase out of the trash can.
Ji took it out, untied the bouquet, and Song Ziting selected a few and put them into the vase. Then Song Ziting was satisfied and took another photo of the vase with her mobile phone, and sent it to Zhang Hao, with a photo attached below.
Typesetting: Flowers I take good care of.
Song Ziting thought about how Zhang Hao could not know that she actually used the flowers he sent to decorate the bathroom. Seeing the photo she took at the right angle, he should think that she really gave the flowers he sent.
Okay, thinking of this, Song Ziting couldn't help but feel a little proud, and then poured out all the remaining flowers in the trash can, and then turned back to the office. Later, rumors spread that the Song Group was really extravagant, even the bathrooms were imported and airlifted.
Fresh flowers came to decorate. When this rumor reached Zhang Hao's ears, it was already a long time ago. At that time, he could only beat his chest sadly, blaming himself for having really failed in his life. He had suffered this since he was a child.
In Song Ziting's hands, of course, this is all a story for later.
At this time, Zhang Hao was leaning on the seat, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the desk, while his peach blossom eyes were staring at the screen of his mobile phone. He knew that Song Ziting would definitely take action. Thinking of Song Ziting's deflated look, Zhang Hao still
He couldn't help but curl up his lips and waited patiently. Sure enough, suddenly the phone on the table vibrated and a MMS message came in. Zhang Hao opened the MMS message and saw that the flowers that had just been thrown into the trash can had been put into a vase.
Inside, his eyes couldn't help but squint: Little girl, it would have been better if it had been like this! Zhang Hao stretched out and was very satisfied that he had the upper hand again. Thinking that Song Ziting would be so angry with him that his face would bulge, Zhang Hao felt
His heart was itching. Zhang Hao loved this feeling so much. Thinking that the awkward Song Ziting could marry him willingly in the end, Zhang Hao felt as if all the cells in his body were jumping.