Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 97
The next day, when Qian Mengmeng came out of the subway station and looked at the towering building in front of her, she was still a little dazed.

The group office building in SF turned out to be their landmark building in S City.

If she hadn't asked Du Ruan last night, she wouldn't have known that Mr. Song's office was in this building.

Taking a deep breath, Qian Mengmeng pulled her backpack, raised her feet and walked towards the iconic building.

As soon as she stepped into the magnificent hall, Qian Mengmeng deeply felt the rich and powerful atmosphere from SF.

Whether it's the security guard at the door, the various security checkpoints after entering the door, or the girls sitting in the front desk of the lobby, all have been strictly screened without exception, and the standards are quite high.

Without an employee card, Qian Mengmeng went through the external passage after entering the door. After registering detailed information, she arrived at the front desk.

"Hi, may I help you?" The beauty at the front desk smiled politely.

Qian Mengmeng pursed her lips, "I, I'm here to find Song Huaijin, Mr. Song."

"Okay, do you have an appointment?"

"It should be... there is." Last night, Mr. Song personally told her to meet him in his office at 11 o'clock today, so it was probably an appointment.

The beauty at the front desk nodded, "Okay, let me contact the president's office for you, please wait a moment."

One minute later, Qian Mengmeng got a reply.

"Mr. Song is holding a regular meeting now. Please wait in the rest area first. The meeting will be over in a while, and someone will come and take you up."

meeting...

Qian Mengmeng glanced at the time, it was 10:46.

Well, it shouldn't be a long wait.Anyway, she is habitually early, so it doesn't matter.

With this in mind, Qian Mengmeng came to the rest area under the guidance of the front desk.

After pouring her a cup of hot tea and a stack of delicate pastries, the beauty at the front desk went back to work.

Although, Sister Jin has explained to Qian Mengmeng that as an artist, she should not eat casually outside, as it will affect her image.

However, when the time passed by every minute and every second, especially when it was almost 12:1, before Qian Mengmeng waited for someone to come and take her to see Song Huaijin, she was finally so hungry that she couldn't help but pick up the cake and eat it .

Well, delicious...

While eating happily, an intellectual female voice suddenly sounded in front of her, "Miss Qian, please follow me."

Holding the plate in her hand, her mouth bulging into a ball, Qian Mengmeng stared at the person with big eyes, "Uh, uh, good."

After she finished speaking, she speeded up her eating, completely forgetting about Sister Jin's explanation, and stuffed the rest of the cake into her mouth at the speed of wind and clouds.

Hastily picked up her small bag, not caring about the food in her mouth, Qian Mengmeng stood up quickly.

Linda couldn't help laughing at her stupidity, "Don't worry, you can slow down."

After waving her hand, Qian Mengmeng said it was okay, and walked towards her quickly.

Bowing her head and smiling, Linda stopped talking, and turned around with Qian Mengmeng to enter the VIP elevator that directly leads to the president's office.

……

By the time Qian Mengmeng saw Song Huaijin, it was already 1:[-] noon.

Sitting down in front of him, Qian Mengmeng looked back at the beautiful secretaries who had already gone out for dinner, and couldn't help asking.

"Mr. Song, have you had lunch yet?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to face Song Huaijin, but found that he was serious and serious.Did she say something wrong again...

Pursing her lips and lowering her head, Qian Mengmeng didn't dare to look directly at Song Huaijin's face.

"Hungry?" His deep voice sounded from the front, and there was no emotion in his tone.

Looking up like a frightened rabbit, Qian Mengmeng waited for the big eyes to answer sincerely, "Fortunately, I ate a piece of cake before I came up just now..."

After that, the more you speak, the quieter you are.

Mr. Song, why is your expression getting worse and worse? Hey! QAQ
(End of this chapter)