Huo Qingzhi's hands paused, and he quickly walked towards the boss chair with the medicine box, asking, "What's wrong?"

The office was very quiet, and Song Yuran clearly heard the click, click, click of the high heels following Huo Qingzhi's footsteps.

Song Yuran hesitated and walked towards the boss's chair. When she approached, Huo Qingzhi had already sat down, and she clearly saw the band-aid in the medicine box.

She put the bag on the desk and asked, "Are your feet uncomfortable?"

Huo Qingzhi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and quickly said, "Well, it's over."

Huo Qingzhi didn't wear this pair of high heels a few times, and they were fine before, but the main reason why they were worn out today was because they twisted sideways on the escalator.

I didn't feel anything at the time, but as walked a lot, the friction became more and more obvious, and could see redness at a quick glance.

Song Yuran pulled the medicine box from Huo Qingzhi's hands to him, "Let me take a look for you."

Huo Qingzhi didn't refuse, the boss chair turned to the side, facing Song Yuran.

Song Yuran squatted down, with one knee against the tile, reached out to grab Huo Qingzhi's ankle, and took off the high heels.

On the white calf, the red mark on the heel was particularly conspicuous. Song Yuran took a closer look, but fortunately it was only red and there was no wound.

She gently pressed the red spot with her fingertips, frowned and asked, "Does it hurt this much?"

Huo Qingzhi shook his head.

"Then you don't need to use medicine, I'll put a Band-Aid on you."

Song Yuran carefully pasted the Band-Aid, and then straightened up. Huo Qingzhi's eyes fell on the bag on the table, and asked, "What did you buy?"

"Slippers." Song Yuran opened the bag and took out the slippers inside. They were made of linen fabric, and the insoles were filled with sponge, which was soft to the touch. I don't know if the upper was intentional or not. It was embroidered with a cartoon bunny.

The overall color of the slippers is pink, and it looks quite girlish, which is completely different from Mr. Huo's aura of 1.8 meters in the company.

Song Yuran unpacked the slippers, shook them in his hands, and asked deliberately, "Does it look good?"

Huo Qingzhi looked straight into her eyes, and replied, "It's pretty."

It is self-evident which one is beautiful.

Song Yuran blushed slightly, quickly looked away, bent down and put the slippers at Huo Qingzhi's feet, so that she could put them on easily as soon as she stretched her feet.

But Mr. Huo didn't stretch out her feet to put on the slippers. She raised her calves, which was obvious.

The conscientious little secretary took the slippers and put them on for Mr. Huo properly. The interaction between the two was like a young couple flirting.

There was some dust on the slippers packaging bag, Song Yuran took a few wet wipes to wipe his hands, and asked, "Mr. Huo, did you find any problems in the fabric city today?"

Huo Qingzhi didn't answer, but threw the question back: "What do you see?"

"It's a bit of a problem." Song Yuran threw the wet wipes into the trash can, turned to open the flattened supermarket bag, revealed a few oranges inside, took one and began to peel the oranges, "The one directly operated by the factory in the back is really better.The one outside is much cheaper, no wonder they have a confident attitude."

While talking, he had already peeled off a whole orange, hastily peeled off the tangerine on the surface, broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, and continued: "I have a little impression of the purchase prices of several fabrics in our company. In comparison, Shen HaiThe price given to us is a little cheaper than the market retail price. But I think, our factory has a large shipment volume and a large consumption volume, so there must be room for the purchase price to drop further.”

After a few words, half of the oranges in his hand were eaten. Song Yuran saw Huo Qingzhi looking at her thoughtfully, and added: "I personally think that our purchase price may not be good for Zhenhexin.The pattern-making master who came here said the same thing, it is more expensive than others."

Thinking of this, Song Yuran couldn't wait to eat the oranges, and Song Yuran said impassionedly: "This is impossible! Why should our purchase price be more expensive than others! If you add up, you will lose a house in a year, right?!"

She yelled a lot, but Huo Qingzhi was still indifferent, and didn't know what he was thinking, so he could only ask, "Mr. Huo, why don't you talk?"

"I'm thinking..." After a long time, Mr. Huo finally spoke mercifully.

However, what was said was a completely unrelated topic.

"When can I have oranges."

"Huh?" Song Yuran was stunned for a moment, then reflexively looked down at the orange in his hand, no wonder Mr. Huo kept staring at her thoughtfully.

"Oh..." After regaining consciousness, he shook the orange in his hand, "This one is a little sour, I'll peel the other oranges for you."

She put the half-eaten orange aside, and carefully selected a big, plump orange from the pile of oranges as the next victim.

Watching Song Yuran's action of peeling oranges, Huo Qingzhi said: "Generally, the suppliers that cooperate with enterprises are either of high quality and high cost performance, or there are people who deal with them. I haven't considered this issue before, until the purchaser told me, ShenHai began to cooperate three years ago, and before that, he also traded with Shenhai, but there was no comprehensive supply relationship."

"Three years ago?" Song Yuran thought for a while, "Didn't you already take over the company then, Mr. Huo?"

"Yes. I have never dealt with changing raw material suppliers since I took over."

Song Yuran frowned and thought for a while, then threw the peeled orange peel into the trash can, ate a piece at random to check the sweetness, and carefully peeled the orange string on the top of the orange, "So, it's your uncle Huo Yuandong,I even tricked you before abdicating."

While speaking, he did not forget to peel off a piece of orange that was so clean that no tangerine veins could be seen and handed it to Huo Qingzhi's mouth.

Huo Qingzhi took the slice of orange in his mouth, took a small bite, and said, "Tell me about your guess."

"I guess." Song Yuran turned sideways and leaned against the edge of the desk, "Shen Hai must be inextricably related to Huo Yuandong. Maybe it's the factory he opened? Otherwise, he is such a calculating person.In terms of raw material procurement, you must shop around and pick the cheapest one, how can you find a supplier that is so cheap compared to the retail price?"

"I thought so too, but—" Huo Qingzhi paused, and clicked on the backup file of Shen Hai's business license sent by the people below. The legal representative on it was called 'Zhang San'.

"I'll go." Song Yuran couldn't hold back the moment he saw the information, "Zhang San? Just this name is cannon fodder without a single line in the novel. I wouldn't be stupid if I wanted to grab my family's wool.It’s so conspicuous to register a factory with your own name. This is even more suspicious, okay?”

"Look at the address, Shenhai Textile Factory is not very far from our factory, why don't you go and find out?" Huo Qingzhi asked tentatively.

When Song Yuran heard it, wouldn't this add a little excitement to the ordinary life?Immediately replied: "Okay, but I have to disguise myself."

"Here are the oranges, I'll go to the model room to find a suitable look." Song Yuran stuffed the remaining oranges into Huo Qingzhi's hands, and walked out quickly with oil on the soles of his feet.

Huo Qingzhi looked at the half orange in his hand, laughed a little, and shook his head helplessly.

Oranges are quite sweet.

About twenty minutes later, someone knocked on the office door again, and Huo Qingzhi froze for a moment when he saw the person who pushed the door in.

Song Yuran wore a pair of black trousers that were one size bigger at first glance. The upper body was a white shirt with a black suit jacket. The three buttons on the top of the shirt were not buttoned. The casual style looked baggy.The flamboyant big gold chain that he picked up from somewhere, and paired with black sunglasses, looks like a young ruffian who doesn't learn well.

Seeing Mr. Huo's gaze, Song Yuran made a 'yeah' at the end of his eyes, and stuck out his tongue playfully like an anime heroine: "Mr. Huo, what do you think of my appearance? Does it look like I'm charging protection money?"Is there a murderous look?"

"..." Huo Qingzhi recovered his expression, and said calmly, "I don't know if it looks like it, but I know that if you go downstairs like this, the security guards will pick you up with an explosion-proof fork."

Song Yuran twitched the corners of her mouth, put away her cuteness, and frowned.

Huo Qingzhi approached her, looked her over carefully from head to toe, and said, "Tell me, where did you get the inspiration for this look?"

"Television." Song Yuran said confidently: "I watched TV where the main character helped the old man who bought fake goods go to the factory to ask for an explanation. Why don't you just dress like this?"

Huo Qingzhi couldn't help but rubbed his forehead, "I didn't ask you to fight."

"Oh, then I understand, take another route, pretend to be a big boss to discuss business!" Song Yu suddenly paused, "I think the model in the model room has a suit that should fit, I'll take it off and try it on."

As soon as she turned around, Huo Qingzhi grabbed her by the back collar, with a helpless expression on his face: "Forget it, I'll choose a set for you."

Afraid that this person would change another set of messy clothes, this time Huo Qingzhi personally led him to the cubicle that he had vacated some time ago. Inside were rows of clothes hangers that had been piled up in the office before.

At that time, Song Yuran felt that it would not look good to put the samples in the office as a whole, so he proposed to find a separate space to display the clothes, which is convenient for trying on clothes.

Now Huo Qingzhi's slender fingertips swept across the rows of hangers, picked up one, and gestured in front of Song Yuran, feeling bad, put it back again.

Looking at Song Yuran's 'sloppy' look again, Huo Qingzhi frowned and clicked his tongue, "You are too ugly now, it affects the effect of the upper body of the clothes." After a pause, he said, "Take off your clothes."

"Huh. Huh?! Ah?!" Song Yuran looked panic-stricken, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to protect her chest. Feeling that something was wrong, she spread out a hand to cover the bottom, trembling: "What, what?!"

"Change clothes." Huo Qingzhi said calmly, already picking up a coat.

Taking off her clothes and changing her tops, Song Yuran was completely acceptable. Anyway, she was wearing underwear, and Huo Qingzhi had everything she had, so there was nothing to see.

But after changing the jacket, must change the pants!Then the fact that she doesn't have Dior will also be exposed.

Her head was shaking like a rattle, her cheeks were pink, she looked like a weak little daughter-in-law who was being bullied.

"You're still shy." Huo Qingzhi sighed helplessly and amusedly. Now she looked at Song Yuran as if she was looking at a fashion model. She had no other meaning for the time being. It could be seen that Song Yuran was resistant and could only let it go.

A set of ladies' suits hung separately on the wall, which was tailored according to Huo Qingzhi's size. It was placed in the company for emergency outings and occasions where formal clothes were required.

She looked at the suit, then turned her head to look at the awkwardly shy Alpha, and said, "Then you can change into this suit."

Song Yuran followed her gaze, "A suit? No, I can't hold it up."

Some people wear suits as if this kind of thing was born for her, and it is Huo Qingzhi.

And the people who wear suits and dragon robes don't look like princes, and they are talking about Song Yuran.

Therefore, Song Yuran would not wear a suit in informal occasions, even for daily wear, he would only choose casual styles that are better matched.

Huo Qingzhi took off the suit and handed it to Song Yuran, "My alpha can't say no."

That's the end of the conversation, Song Yuran straightened his back and took the suit, changed his style in seconds, and said with a serious face: "I can do it, no one can do it better than me."

Song Yuran changed into that suit in the cubicle, and the size was unexpectedly suitable.

Huo Qingzhi sat on the sofa and waited for a while, the compartment was pushed open, and Song Yuran came out after putting on a suit.

Gray blue is a color between light gray and light blue, which is not easy to control.

But wearing it on Song Yuran's body, Xu Shi is not the same as the usual style of dressing, giving people a feeling of eye-catching.

The cropped trousers exposed a small part of the ankle, which made the legs more slender. A white t-shirt was worn inside, which was elegant but not rigid.

Seeing that Huo Qingzhi was in a daze, Song Yuran scratched his head embarrassingly, "Isn't it pretty?"

"Looks good, it's just—" Huo Qingzhi stood up, walked over, and pulled out the big, fluffy gold chain from her neckline expressionlessly.

Seeing this big gold chain, Song Yuran could hear the silent sound effect of crows flying in his head, and smiled sarcastically, "Ahaha... I forgot to take it off, and I will return it to the dummy model later."

The big gold chain was very long. Huo Qingzhi took off the gold chain and threw it on the coffee table casually. He could still hear a slap, the sound of plastic hitting the glass.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Qingzhi took off the collarbone chain hanging around his neck and put it on for Song Yuran.

The rose gold clavicle chain, the pendant is two small interlocking rings, with a circle of thin diamonds inlaid on the edge of the rings, shining dazzling light under the natural light, beautiful and versatile.

Song Yuran smoothed the neckline of his coat again, and then he let go of his slightly furrowed brows, "Look at what you were wearing just now, it's so ugly."

There is only harm when there is a contrast. When I see myself in the mirror, my face is still the same, but after changing clothes, it is like a different person.

People depend on their clothes, and they have a bit of the high-society style on TV.

Song Yuran smiled honestly, "Then I'm leaving."

Huo Qingzhi took out the car key from his pocket and handed it to her, and said, "Go downstairs and ask two security guards to go with you. If you have any questions, call me."

"Okay." Song Yuran took the car keys, and suddenly heard Huo Qingzhi calling her: "President Song."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes, and was a little dumbfounded by this new title.

I'm used to being called by Huo Qingzhi's name, but this sudden call really gave me the illusion that a farmer turned over and became the master.