Chapter 126

In the Song Group conference room, the entire senior management of the company is in a meeting. The meeting is the first report meeting since the beginning of the year, and it has been held for a whole morning.

Song Ling sat at the front, his eyes fell on the notebook in front of him, and he was a little distracted.

Chen Tangyu, the manager of the public relations department, reported a company image project for the beginning of the year. After speaking, Song Ling was silent for half a minute.

The boss is demanding, but the people below do not know it, they all think that Song Ling is dissatisfied with Chen Tangyu's plan.

Ji Mingshu sat next to her, knowing that the boss was stunned.

When Chen Tangyu spoke just now, her eyes kept falling on the empty space. Ji Mingshu coughed lightly and reminded her in a low voice, "Boss..."

Song Ling came back to his senses, looked up at the white curtain of the new media in front of him, pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Have all the planning directors of the public relations department seen it?"

Chen Tangyu was stunned for a while, and said nothing.

Song Ling raised his hand and closed the computer, stood up and said, "After all the directors have seen it, come and show it to me." After speaking, she turned and left the office.

Ji Mingshu immediately got up and followed and left together.

Going upstairs from the special elevator, Ji Mingshu followed behind her. Song Ling asked, "Is it ready for Yueji?"

Yueji is a restaurant. Early this morning, Song Ling ordered a meal there. Ji Mingshu said, "There has just been a message over there, saying that it can be picked up at 11:30."

Song Ling raised his wrist and glanced at the time, there were fifteen minutes left, and said, "I'll go get it, you go up first and sort out the meeting documents, I'll look at it later."

Ji Mingshu said, "Okay." He handed her the car key.

When the elevator came up, Song Ling took the car keys, stepped into the elevator, and left.

Shen Zhao's translation studio is located in Huguang Building, Jiangcheng District. It is not far from Song Ling's company, and it only takes about ten minutes to drive there.

Song Ling went to Yueji to get the food box, then turned around and drove to Huguang Building.

This area is all CBD, and there are many office buildings, so the people who come and go are basically urban white-collar workers.

The car was parked in the parking lot, and Song Ling went upstairs with the food box.

Not far from the opposite side of the parking lot, Su Yihan and Xiang Jin also happened to get out of the car. Xiang Jin looked up and caught a glimpse of the person on the opposite side. He quickly took two steps back subconsciously and hid behind the pillar.

Su Yihan caught a glimpse of her expression, turned his head suspiciously, and saw Song Ling walking across from him, knowing that she had seen Song Ling.

"You dare not see Song Ling?" Su Yihan glanced at her and asked her thoughtfully.

Xiang Jin knew that the reason why Su Yihan asked her to be an artist was simply to rely on Song Ling's name.

She lowered her eyes lightly, didn't explain much, just said, "It's not the time yet."

Su Yihan didn't understand her mind a little. In the past two months, she took her around to get resources, and signed one contract after another. No matter how the contract was divided, she had no opinion.

Not for money, not for fame.

I don't know the purpose.

"I heard that Song Ling's wife opened a studio upstairs." Su Yihan stared at the person in front of him, and said suddenly with a tentative voice.

When Xiang Jin heard the word "wife" in Su Yihan's mouth, his eyes suddenly froze, and he was stunned for a moment.

She had long known that they were married, but when she heard it from others, she still felt that it was painful to breathe. It used to belong to her, but now it belongs to someone else.

And she didn't even have the courage to meet him.

She slowly raised her head again, her eyes were as cold as frost, she glanced at Su Yihan lightly, her red lips seemed out of place on her pale face, as if she had been sick for a long time and had never seen the sun, she opened her lips coldly. Say, "Don't try to test me, this is my first and last reminder to you."

Her mind is very clear, and she is not afraid that people will find out. Some things can only be kept in the bottom of her heart, but if they are brought up in front of her, it will poke her scars.

Su Yihan was stunned by her sharp eyes, stood there in a daze, and returned to her senses after a while.

She recognizes that she has read countless people, but she has never seen such a look in her eyes, calm but ruthless, and has nothing to do with that small, compact and clean face.

She thought she had pinched a little white rabbit, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that it was a poisonous snake at all.

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On the fifteenth floor of the office building of Huguang Building, Zhaoyi Translation Studio.

The office is not big, but it has all the internal organs. As soon as you get out of the elevator, you can see the front desk at the door and the fashionable studio name brand.

Opening a studio is not an easy task. For the past two months, Shen Zhao has been busy with everything from material procurement to recruitment. It can be seen that she has done a lot of homework.

The entire studio, from the front desk to the staff plus herself, is a total of four people. She personally reviewed the recruitment and selection of two of the translators, and the remuneration was much higher than that of her peers. Song Ling has no doubts about her translation skills, and she has seen it for a long time. The quality of translation is a matter of word of mouth, not of scale.

In the final analysis, it is delicate work. Large-scale domestic companies, such as Song's, have their own translation departments. However, in recent years, translation studios in the market have been doing better and better, and there are also many companies. Choosing outsourcing is convenient and efficient, and a lot of translation departments have been cut.

The front desk is a sweet-looking little girl. She is not very old. She looks like she is in her early twenties. She has curved eyebrows and likes to laugh. It is also the front desk that Shen Zhao personally chose.

The front desk is the facade of a company, which receives customers and guests, and always represents the first impression of the studio.

It has to be said that Shen Zhao is still very business-minded.

Xiaolu at the front desk knew Song Ling, because from the first day she went to work, this beautiful sister brought meals every day at noon, and she couldn't be shaken.

Song Ling looked at her and asked, "Is your boss there?"

Xiaolu: "The boss just went downstairs and should be back soon."

Song Ling hummed, walked in with the food box, and said, "I'll go in and wait for her."

"Okay." Xiaolu said with a smile.

The other two were still working and greeted her with a smile when they saw her coming.

The office was at the innermost position, Song Ling said hello and pushed the door in.

Because the studio has just been established in the early days, many things have not been arranged yet. In addition to a desk, a sofa, and two bookshelves, the office is empty and nothing is filled.

However, the location is good. The south-facing view is a whole glass wall, which is in the same direction as her office.

Song Ling stood in front of the window and looked at the towering buildings outside. The weather was cold, but such a day was a happy one.

The sound of the door opening suddenly came from behind, and Song Ling turned around, just in time to see someone coming in from outside.

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, looked up and smiled, "Why is it so early today?"

Song Ling smiled, turned around and walked towards her, took her hand and closed the door, pulled someone in, and said, "I miss you, so I want to come over earlier."

Shen Zhao tilted his head and looked up at her from the bottom, deliberately teasing her: "I just saw you this morning, did you just think about it? I think you are becoming more and more glib."

Song Ling opened the food box in his hand and looked at her with a smile on his face. He deliberately pressed his head to her, his lips touched her softly, and whispered softly, "Don't you know that there is a saying called a Is it like every three autumns without seeing the sun?"

Shen Zhao was startled by her sudden kiss, she quickly stood up straight, turned her head to look outside the office, looked around, and said in a low voice, "Someone, Song Ling!"

Song Ling also raised his eyes and looked outside, without saying a word, and withdrew his gaze lightly. She walked over, pulled down the invisible curtains on the glass door, turned around and put the dishes in the food box on the table one by one, and said, "Let's eat first, it's all made by me, it will be cold later. already."

Shen Zhao sat down on the chair next to her and looked down at the seven or eight plates on the table. There were meat and fish, fresh river food, and fruit desserts. She was holding her chopsticks, and she didn't know what to eat for a while. , said wistfully: "Are you going to make me a little fat pig?"

Song Ling served her dishes, heard her words, deliberately looked at her from a distance, and said with a smile, "I seem to have gained a little weight."

Just as Shen Zhao was about to refute, Song Ling hurriedly smiled and said, "It's just a little fatter, it looks good."

Shen Zhao was suspicious, picked up the shrimp in the bowl with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, chewed vaguely, and said slowly: "Really, people say that they look good when they are thin, are you lying to me?"

Song Ling also picked up another pair of chopsticks, and while serving her dishes, she said, "What am I lying to you for? It looks good if you lose weight, and it's comfortable to hold on to your body."

Shen Zhao's earlobes turned red, and he glanced at her subconsciously.

Okay, here's waiting for her.

"Why don't you eat?" Shen Zhao raised his eyes and asked her.

Song Ling: "I drank some coffee, so I'm not too hungry."

Shen Zhao took out another small bowl, filled it with rice and handed it over, "Eat a little with me, I can't eat so much, it's a waste."

Song Ling looked down at the small bowl in front of her, finally picked up the chopsticks, and promised her with a smile, "Okay."

The two sat face to face, eating together, and gossiping. Such a simple life, but extremely happy.

Shen Zhao raised her eyes slightly and looked at the person in front of her. The sun shone from the window behind her and fell on her, giving her a soft orange color to her profile, which was the light of happiness. .

After eating the last bean, Song Ling put down his chopsticks and raised his eyes just to meet the gaze of the person in front of him. She curled her lips and smiled, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Zhao leaned over, rested his elbows on his chin, looked at her closely, and smiled, "A little thirsty."

Song Ling smiled, stood up and said softly, "I'm going to pour the water."

She picked up the cup on the table, turned around and walked to the water dispenser by the door, bent over to pick up a glass of warm water, and walked over to bring it to her.

Shen Zhao took it, raised his head and gulped down half a glass. He was probably really thirsty, and he drank a little too quickly, his jaw dripping down slightly. Song Ling leaned over the table, rubbed her thumb lightly, put her finger on her chin, and said softly, "Drink less. Drinking too much water just after eating is bad for the stomach."

Shen Zhao put down the cup and smiled, "Drink enough to eat."

Song Ling walked over, looked into her smiling eyes, felt a little warm in her heart, and said involuntarily, "Azhao, let's get married."

Shen Zhao was stunned for a moment, then stopped for a moment before asking, "Didn't it be settled long ago?"

The little book is still lying under the cabinet.

Song Ling smiled, cupped her face with both hands, and said seriously, "It's a wedding. I still owe you a marriage proposal, a wedding banquet, a honeymoon, and a complete wedding. I owe you too much, for four full years, I want to use the rest of my life to make it back to you little by little."

Shen Zhao was stunned, raised his head and looked into her eyes, knowing that she was still thinking about the past, pursed her lips and smiled: "I don't care about it, we have gone through so much, as long as we are still together, I will be satisfied. ."

Song Ling stared at those bright eyes, full of smiles, she lowered her head and lightly pecked her lips, pressed against her forehead, and said slowly, "But I want to give you the best, Ah Zhao, I want to give everything in this world to me. The best for you."

Shen Zhao raised his hand to hold the back of her hand, and said with a smile, "You are the best and most important in this world."

Song Ling smiled, "Then I'll give you myself, you have to keep it well, don't lose it."

Shen Zhao smiled, raised his face and kissed her on his lips, and promised, "Okay, I'll keep you deep in my heart."

Song Ling knelt down on one knee beside her chair, leaned over to kiss her, inserted her fingers into her soft hair, held her and said slowly, "Azhao, I want to give you a grand wedding, okay?"

Shen Zhao closed his eyes, hummed softly, and said, "Okay."