I Caged By Stranger

I hope it will be useful to improve the food. How could I have never considered this problem before? Ji Jingcheng complained that he did not have a comprehensive consideration of the clothing, housing and food of the song and Song dynasties.

"President, are you trying to improve the food for Miss Cheng?" Liu Jie came in just to see the chef, they are going to another reverse direction, a guess will know.

Think about it, the president has such a careful side.

"Otherwise, if you are so thin, you can't blame your stomach trouble." The tone of disdain is used, but in fact, I don't know how worried I am. I always pretend to be indifferent.

"I just heard from my colleagues that you scolded Miss Cheng."

Ji Jingcheng stopped the movement on his hand, raised his head, and looked at Liu Jie with another meaning, "have you been talking a little bit lately, or have I arranged too little work for you at ordinary times?"

As soon as Liu Jie heard this, he immediately remembered, "by the way, I haven't negotiated a good contract with him over there. I'm going to be busy and won't disturb you, president."

Said, gently closed the door, gray out.

"Song song, are you ok? Have you just been in for so long?" Han Yi asked anxiously.

Shake your head, smile, and say, "it's OK. It's just a mistake." Fortunately, I am not a glass heart, otherwise I would have quit because of this.

"It's OK. I've made mistakes too. It's ok if there's no next time." Or comfort as always.

Cheng song song nodded happily, "tell you about this..." Just uneasy and melancholy, disappeared, suddenly into the working state.

The cooks have been waiting for a long time in the dining hall of the cooks. You know, everything you do in the company of jijingcheng has to behave properly, but he still stays in the same space with them.

Han Yi stood on tiptoe, looked at the front, uneasy, "song song, so we have to eat?" Think about it will not be the same as last time, it is from the fear of eating goods.

"You think too much. How can the company treat us badly?" Cheng song song smiles.

There are more people in the dining room today than usual. Maybe I heard that the president improved the food for his colleagues.

Seeing that the people who had cooked and folded their meals came back, Cheng song song's eyes were wide eyed. They were totally different from the previous dishes. They smelled them, and they had all kinds of colors and flavors. I didn't know how they tasted.

If it's food, Cheng song song will be happy.

It took a few minutes to get to Cheng song song song. They filled their plates with a little bit of everything, and they had no place to put their chopsticks.

Cheng, song and song found an empty seat and sat down.

"I said, the president gave us extra food. Fortunately, I'm smart, otherwise you won't have such a hot meal." Han Yi said triumphantly.

Usually Cheng, song and song always wait for lunch after a long time, because there is too much work.

Cheng song song did not have time to answer her words, so he buried himself in eating and nodded his head suddenly. It was really delicious. It was not bad for Ji Jingcheng to be the president.

Ji Jingcheng is staring at Cheng song song song from a distance, because everyone taboo that he is the president, and they dare not go near him to compete with him for a table, and only his assistant eats with him.

They will not talk about any interesting topics during the meal. Ji Jingcheng has always been focusing on work, and what they talk about can only be about work.

I don't forget to work even when I have dinner. I'm a total workaholic.

Liu Jie looked into the president's eyes and looked at something seriously. He also looked in his direction. He saw Miss Cheng's selfless eating and gave a silent smile.

Liu Jie didn't make a noise to disturb, but Ling Yu. She couldn't see the man who belonged to her. She was so distracted by other women.

"Brother Jingcheng, I'll have dinner with you."

Jiao Didi's voice interrupted Ji Jingcheng and sank her face. She didn't want to know who it was, "casually." These two words do not add to any emotion.

Ling Yu smiles at Liu Jie. He doesn't mean anything. Naturally, he leaves with interest.

She sat on the chair opposite the table with Ji Jingcheng. The people of Cheng, song and Song dynasties were small and were blocked by death.

Ji Jingcheng takes back his mind and lowers his head to have a meal. He doesn't say anything to Lingyu any more. Instead, he wants to be confused. Ling Yu is trying to pry his mouth open.

"Brother Jingcheng, I think you like eating this talent very much. Come and I'll give you mine." Without the permission of Jijing City, Ling Yu imposed his own dishes on the plate of Ji Jing City.

Colleagues looked envious and said that they were showing their love or something. Cheng song song had to look over there. Seeing them eating at the same table, they looked like little lovers in love.

Appetite suddenly not good, take a glance, just and Ji Jingcheng eye son on, immediately lowered his head, in order to hide the mood, or big mouth of food into the mouth.

The speed of chewing in the mouth of Ji Jingcheng slowed down, and the spoon in his hand was also slowly put down."I'm full. Take your time." With that, Ji Jingcheng left. Naturally, someone would help him clean up the tableware. Although he didn't say so, he didn't like this way.

"Song song, why do you eat so fast? Swallow carefully." Han Yi looked at the situation of Cheng, song and Song dynasties. After eating for a long time, she was not so hungry.

Cheng song song embarrassed smile, "I, I am hungry." The eyes are looking for someone's figure. They are not there before they relax.

Han Yi believed it and said nothing more.

After they had dinner, they returned to work. Before long, Cheng Songsong called in. Seeing that it was his mother, he carefully held his mobile phone and went to the coffee shop.

"Hello, mom. What can I do for you? I'm at work." You should know that you can't call casually at work. It's very miserable to be caught by the president, because he is really responsible for his work.

At the other end of the phone, there was no voice of people, but the sound of smashing things, crackling, smashing glass and so on. Cheng song song was flustered.

"Mom, what's the matter with you? Where are you now?" How could it be so chaotic? What happened?

A moment later, "I'm at home, that is, the people in the house are smashing things. I can't tell you for a while. Come here quickly." Although hesitant, but the tone is very anxious.

Before Cheng song song asked what was going on, the other party hung up. The simple thing was that she could say it on the phone. Now that she didn't say what it was, she couldn't help but ask for leave.

Cheng Songsong strode to the door of the president's office, tidied up his emotions, patted his chest, and knocked on the door. As usual, he was allowed to open the door and enter.

Ling Yu had seen it and didn't take any information. He went in to find brother Jingcheng. He pasted it carefully in front of the door and tried to eavesdrop. But the sound insulation effect of the door was too good. He couldn't hear anything. Ling Yu didn't know what to say, so he had to give up.

Cheng song song went straight to the theme, "president, can I take a leave? I can work overtime to make up for it in the evening." When she said it, Ji Jingcheng did not raise her head.

Hearing the voice of song and Song Dynasty, Ji Jingcheng put down his signature pen.

"You know, the company can't ask for leave without special circumstances." With their own feelings for her now, can ask nothing, let her go, think that she will not be grateful for themselves, and finally said so.

Cheng, song and song are clear, nodding, but now the situation is not the same, her mother is not clear what the situation is now, must ask for leave.

"I know, but now I really need to take this leave and ask the president for approval."

Looking at her nervousness, Ji Jingcheng really wanted to ask something, and then swallowed it back, "OK, I'll work an hour more than others tonight."

Hearing that Ji Jingcheng agreed, Cheng song song bowed 90 degrees to thank him, "thank you, thank you." With that, he hurried out of the president's office.

Ji Jingcheng once again picked up the pen, but how can't write, picked up the landline phone, and dialed a few numbers, "now you go to see where song and song went and what they did, and come back and report to me the same way."

Liu Jie immediately stood up straight, "good president, I'm going." Ji Jingcheng just relaxed a lot.