Song Yuran was stunned for a while, then ran away after realizing the current situation.

But she still didn't catch up. When she entered the lobby, Chi Bizhen had already stepped into the elevator, and the elevator door closed slowly, rising at a constant speed.

"Sister Ran?" Seeing her anxious appearance, the front desk couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, "Did something happen?"

"..." Song Yuran collected his mind, calmed his heartbeat, shook his head and said, "It's okay, was the friend of President Huo who went up just now?"

"Yes, she said she has something to do with Mr. Huo, and she has already told Mr. Huo, so I will let her go."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

After all, there are outsiders around, so you have to hold your image. Song Yuran's footsteps obviously eased, moving towards the elevator entrance at a constant speed, and walked into the elevator with two cups of fruit tea with graceful steps.

Before the elevator doors closed, she saw the gaze from the front desk and smiled very shallowly.

The elevator door was completely closed, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"Huo Qingzhi, you have no heart, you asked me to run errands for you just to buy drinks for other women! ￥! ￥..."

The elevator was halfway up, and Secretary Song beeped into the air, and finally felt more comfortable. When he remembered something, his expression suddenly paused, and he turned his head to look at the elevator monitor in the corner above his head.

...This monitor should not be able to hear the sound...

When she walked into the secretary's room, she saw the door of the general manager's office wide open at a glance, and vaguely heard voices, accompanied by Chi Bizhen's laughter.

When she was about to reach the door, she intentionally stepped lightly, leaning her body against the wall, and peeked inside secretly.

She saw Huo Qingzhi and Chi Bizhen sitting in the rest area, talking and not paying attention to her.

Even so, Huo Qingzhi turned his head and looked in her direction accurately as if he had telepathy, and caught someone's doggy look for the second time at a glance.

After being discovered, Song Yuran stopped hiding and knocked on the door to show his presence.

Huo Qingzhi smiled at her, "You're back."

Song Yuran, who thought she came back from running errands for Chi Bizhen, was not in a good mood.

Although I was not balanced in my heart, I didn't forget my identity as the secretary. After walking over, I smiled at Chi Bizhen, pretending to be ignorant, "Ms. Chi is here, she is really a rare visitor, I want to drinkI'll pour it for you."

Chi Bizhen wanted to refuse, but when she caught a glimpse of the fruit tea Song Yuran was carrying, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Qingzhi, you know that I have fallen in love with fruit tea recently, and I asked Secretary Song to come here on such a hot day.”

These words undoubtedly added fuel to Song Yuran's fire. Huo Qingzhi couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart when he sensed the stronger sense of instability caused by the alpha pheromone.

But everyone spoke, and she couldn't say that she was thinking too much, so she just said along the way: "I'm thirsty all the way, just try the newly opened store near our company."

Song Yuran put the two cups of fruit tea in front of them, and turned to go out, so as not to delay the two sisters' heart-to-heart talks.

Huo Qingzhi stopped her: "Don't go yet, we are talking about something and you need to deal with it."

Song Yuran said oh, turned around, and glanced at the sofa in the rest area. Huo Qingzhi's couch was still very wide, and Chi Bizhen was sitting diagonally opposite.

After thinking about it, she walked to the farthest side of the coffee table and sat down on the single sofa, deciding to be a transparent person silently.

"Qingzhi, that's what I think. If you are free this Thursday, let's make an appointment on Thursday. I can make a field card that day, and the delivery time on Friday is just right."

Chi Bizhen's mouth was babbling, and Song Yu was in a daze when he heard it, why hand in the manuscript?WTF?

Huo Qingzhi on the opposite side took her puzzled expression into his eyes, and explained: "Bizhen is currently working in a magazine, which is in the fashion and apparel section. The theme of this issue is to interview relevant people in the industry." She paused and said helplessly: "I don't know if I even count as a 'professional'."

"Of course forget it!" Chi Bizhen immediately said: "The fact that Hua Sen won the design competition before that time caused a lot of influence! The sales have driven a lot, so why don't we count it? We can interview in detailLet’s talk about changing designs.”

"Although Qingzhi and I have a very close relationship, work is work and love is love. We still have to go through the formal process to make an appointment." She turned her head and said to Song Yuran, the expression on her face obviously put the previous unhappiness behind, Of course, the premise is that you need something from others.

Oh, Song Yuran sneered in her heart, she said that this person would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and it must be no good to come here suddenly, so he was trying to pluck the wool.

Since the other party said that work belongs to work, and feelings belong to feelings, Song Yuran quickly analyzed in her heart, she didn't know what pheasant magazine Chi Bizhen worked for, and she was sure that it was definitely not a big magazine, otherwise she wouldn't have to come here to make loveCard.

It is time-consuming and labor-intensive to accept interviews too frequently. Huo Qingzhi's career is clothing, not a big star. She has rejected many invitations from magazines before. Now even if the person who invites is Chi Bizhen, she doesn't have enough faceTo shake the principle.

But... Today when Chi Bizhen came over, Huo Qingzhi bought her fruit tea on purpose, maybe she wanted to help her?

Chi Bizhen's voice continued: "Secretary Song, is Mr. Huo free on Thursday?"

Song Yuran raised her head and met Huo Qingzhi's gaze, which was a little expectant, and she couldn't understand it.

This tm didn't say hello in advance. Although she really wanted to deny Chi Bizhen any possibility of approaching, how could a secretary like her have such a great right to use power for personal gain.

Should or should not ah?

"Secretary Song?" Chi Bizhen asked, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Song Yu came back to her senses, she pursed her lower lip, communicated with Huo Qingzhi with her eyes, and said in a very uncertain tone: "Yes, or not...?"

Huo Qingzhi obviously didn't expect Song Yuran's attitude to be hesitant, and he even asked, feeling a little funny, and said, "Isn't my secretary all the arrangements for my itinerary? You still ask me if I have time?"

Of course she knew that Huo Qingzhi was free on Thursday, but what she asked was whether to agree!

While he was going crazy in his heart, Huo Qingzhi added another sentence: "If you say yes, there will be, if there is no, there will be no, and I don't remember the itinerary."

When Song Yuran heard it, it seemed that he meant to let himself decide, so he didn't have to think about it at all.

She said seriously: "Mr. Huo has a full schedule on Thursday. There are three meetings from morning to noon. In the afternoon, he will go to the factory to see samples. In the evening, he will have two social gatherings."

In short, very busy.

"..." Chi Bizhen froze, unwilling to give up, "Then, what about Wednesday?"

"Wednesday is busier than Thursday." Secretary Song said euphemistically, "Our time, Mr. Huo, is arranged a month in advance. You know, Ms. Chi, that it's the peak season for clothing recently, so I'm very busy."

"What about now!?" It was a bit of a broken can, "Is there always time now? It just so happens that I brought all the materials."

Song Yuran glanced at the time, "It's fine now, but I'll be off work in five minutes."

Without giving Chi Bizhen any hope, she added: "Mr. Huo, you have an appointment with Mr. Huang for dinner during your lunch break, so you must not be late."

Five minutes, don't talk about the interview, there is no time to read the interview questions.

Song Yuran was obviously blocking her, but Huo Qingzhi didn't intend to help, which made Chi Bizhen lose her self-esteem and find an excuse to leave, even if she was interviewed or not, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back the swearing one step later.

Seeing Chi Bizhen leaving in a panic again, and hearing the sound of high heels slamming away, Song Yuran stood up and said, "I'm going out to work."

"What are you busy with?" Huo Qingzhi bent his arm resting on the armrest of the sofa, resting his chin on the back of his hand, and asked with great interest, "Are you asking Mr. Huang for dinner?"

Song Yuran frowned, and there was an imperceptible grievance in her voice: "You all know it's fake."

"I know, so isn't this a match for you?" Huo Qingzhi smiled.

Song Yuran didn't know what to say, so he just stood there and looked at her.

The atmosphere froze for several seconds, and she saw Huo Qingzhi ticking her fingers, "Come here."

Song Yuran was reluctant to walk over.

"What's the matter?" Huo Qingzhi asked knowingly, "Didn't I follow your advice, 'far away from her and get closer to you'?"

A person's good or bad can be judged from the daily relationship, but before, Chi Bizhen was an ordinary beta friend to her, more of a smoke bomb to hide her own omega, and never went into detailsThink about the relationship between them.

But as long as you think about it a little, you can see many neglected details, all of which show that Chi Bizhen is indeed, as Song Yuran said, not chosen as a close friend.

Huo Qingzhi's eyes were soft, and Song Yuran's heart skipped a beat when he saw it. A blush crept up his cheeks, turned his face away, and said, "When did I tell you to 'close to me'?"

"Yes, I never said that." Huo Qingzhi responded to her, "I want to be close."

The straw of the fruit tea in front of Huo Qingzhi has already been plugged in. She just watched the play during the game and didn't have time to drink it. Now she picked up the fruit tea and took a shallow sip.

The slightly sour and fresh fruity aroma is well neutralized by the syrup. Mr. Huo commented: "The fruit tea in this store is not bad."

"Oh really." The inexplicable imbalance in my heart surged up again, and Song Yu said in a strange way: "You can drink it if you think it tastes good, anyway, I'm just running errands."

"What do you mean running errands?" Huo Qingzhi laughed. Song Yuran was standing in front of her, with both hands hanging by her sides. She could see the tiger's mouth bent into a natural state at a glance. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Song Yuran's tiger's mouth.Soft skin, "I have another glass for you."

"Yes, I bought it for me, and I will give it to your good friend when you turn around. Mr. Huo, stop coaxing me, isn't it just a cup of fruit tea?" Song said sourly.

"Obviously she is going, where is it for her, besides, she doesn't like drinking fruit tea."

"Hey, Mr. Huo knows so clearly whether he likes to drink fruit tea or not."

At this time, Song Yuran had evolved into a sour chicken. She clearly knew that a cup of fruit tea was nothing special, but she just felt uncomfortable, with sour water uncontrollably.

The fruit tea I bought today was given to others by Huo Qingzhi, maybe tomorrow Huo Qingzhi will let me buy a set for her to spend the night with others, heh.

"Well, well, well, it's my fault. I know what I'm saying now is like patching." Mr. Huo readily admitted his mistake. Although it's cute to see someone go into a corner, the pheromone overflowed unconsciously by the other party also made her feelWhen Song Yuran was in a bad mood, he still felt distressed.

"May I treat you to lunch as compensation?"

Song Yuran didn't stop the car, and said aggressively: "Boss Huo, do you think I look like someone who is greedy for your lunch?"

"Well, not like." Huo Qingzhi stood up slowly, keeping his gaze level with Song Yuran's eyes.

The stubborn Song thought she was playing a game of eye contact, and looked back at her not to be outdone.

The next second, she saw Huo Qingzhi's face approaching suddenly, she was stunned for a moment, and she had every chance to back away, but in a millisecond she seemed to know what the other party would do, and her brain did not release a signal to dodge.

Huo Qingzhi kissed her, and the superficial kiss was fleeting.

"Then kiss you, can it be regarded as compensation?" However, the person concerned looked calm, and she was so shy that she wanted Ji Ming's reaction to be stopped in her throat.

Why can Huo Qingzhi always act so calmly in what should be a holy kiss!!No one can take care of her!!

Even though he was roaring in his heart, there was no reaction at all, the thorns on his body disappeared instantly, he tilted his head, his gaze was elsewhere, and his ears were red enough to bleed.

But Mr. Huo didn't intend to just let go of the opportunity to tease her. He tilted his head slightly, leaned into her ear, and said with a smile, "Although your jealous reaction is cute, I still hope you don't fall for the wrong person."

After finishing speaking, he blew lightly on his ear, and almost at the same time, Song Yu trembled in reflex.

After molesting, Huo Qingzhi went straight out regardless of the other party's reaction.

Leaving Song Yuran standing there with a question mark on his head, jealous?Are you jealous?Why are you jealous?

And what does Mr. Huo mean when he says he's jealous of the wrong partner?Does it mean that she and Chi Bizhen are not jealous?Or do you want yourself not to bother with her as an alpha?Are you warning yourself not to cross the line?

Wait, why bother with the question of whether to be jealous?

You won't really bend yourself, will you???ah???

When Huo Qingzhi walked to the door, he didn't hear footsteps, but when he turned his head, he saw the man's beautiful face twisted into a ball unconsciously.

It seems that this problem is beyond the outline.

Forget it, the future is long.

"Aren't you leaving, idiot."

A certain idiot responded reflexively, "Oh, here we come."