After a few days, the alarm clock came back on time, and Song Yuran sat up from the bed almost as soon as it rang this time.

Washing and changing clothes to get ready to go to work, there is a sense of urgency in the action, she has never been so active about going to work.

It was still early, and Song Yuran was having breakfast at a breakfast shop near the community. The freshly made soy milk was still steaming, and he drank it in one gulp, with a strong bean aroma filling his lips and teeth.

Song Yuran hiccupped a little, got up and went to the counter to check out, and during the waiting time, he noticed that there was an extra pineapple bun on the display stand next to the counter.

Reminiscent of the taste of pineapple buns, sweet and a little salty, the pineapple skin on the outside is so crispy that it falls off.

While still in line, she sent Huo Qingzhi a message asking if she would like to buy her breakfast, the pineapple buns are delicious.

After sending it out, I realized that I never seemed to have taken the initiative to buy breakfast for Huo Qingzhi, and she basically did it because the other party said it.

But until it was her turn, Huo Qingzhi didn't reply. He probably just woke up at this point and was still washing up.

"I want two pineapple buns."

Song Yuran carried a bag today, which was more than enough to hold two pineapple buns. He wanted to buy another cup of soy milk, but he was worried that it would be inconvenient to take it on the road, so he gave up.

After coming out of the breakfast shop, received a reply from Huo Qingzhi, who expressed doubts about the pineapple buns.

[Huo Qingzhi]: I don't want to eat fruit in the morning.

[Song Yuran]: It's not fruit, it's bread. Because the puff pastry texture on the outside looks like pineapple, it's called pineapple bun. The ingredients are actually milk, butter and flour.

Song Yuran explained to her patiently, and the other party became interested after hearing it, and she immediately replied that she had already bought it, with a tone of offering a treasure.

During the time to reply to the message, Song Yuran walked into the subway station. The signal inside was not good, so she hurriedly ended the chat.

Walking on the subway as usual, the subway she was on was not the first station, and there was no place to sit during the morning rush hour. Song Yuran found a corner with relatively few people and stood there, counting in her heart how many more stations to arrive.

The subway doors opened and closed, and the announcement of the next station on the radio was a station name that Song Yuran had never seen before.

Subconsciously raised his head to look at the electronic screen diagonally above, only to realize that there were three more stations in the middle.

I vaguely remembered that some time ago, people around me had been saying that a few more stations would be added to this line for the convenience of office workers commuting.

It should be that she asked for leave for the past few days and changed it.

Song Yuran didn't take it seriously, but felt that three more stations would only allow him to stay for a few more minutes.

Until the next subway stop, before the door opened, Song Yuran saw a group of people standing outside the yellow line waiting to get on the train through the glass.

As soon as the subway doors opened, the group of people swarmed up.

Song Yu, who was originally standing in the corner, was directly squeezed into the corner by the crowd.

At the next stop, there were more people on board, and Song Yuran could only survive between the cracks.

When got off the subway at the station, because there were a few more stations, and the station was a landmark building, there were many people getting off, Song Yuran was almost pushed out of the subway station by the flow of people.

Looking at the sky above his head, Song Yuran felt reborn.

Song Yu, who had never experienced the horror of the morning rush, was frightened for a while.

Someone patted on the shoulder suddenly, Song Yu turned his head reflexively, and there was no one behind him, and was patted on the shoulder again after straightening up.

This familiar movement made Song Yuran not change his face and said: "You are not childish."

Zhao Anye laughed, "Not bad, you came to work so soon, I thought you were going to be decadent for a few more days."

Song Yuran, a migrant worker, said: "If you don't work, you will have no money."

No object yet.

While the two were talking, they had already walked to the coffee shop near the company. Song Yuran looked at it, but was embarrassed to leave Zhao Anye to go in and buy it by himself, so she said, "Do you want coffee? I'll buy it for you."

Of course, Zhao Anye was not polite to her, and chatted about KTV that night during the waiting time.

"Did you go back so early that day?" Zhao Anye paused, "It's a pity that I booked until 12 o'clock. I should have booked for three hours."

Thinking of what happened that night and the next morning, Song Yuran smirked and replied, "Yes."

Yesterday, Song Yuran returned home and stayed for a while. After thinking about it, he felt that once that old thief Huo Yuandong started, he would not let go of this opportunity. If he couldn't get the textile business, he would at least drag himself into the water.

Who told him to blackmail him for 80,000 yuan last time?

She used to wonder how a small shareholder of Huo Yuandong was so rich, and he owned Lux and Matasala coins. It turned out that Hua Sen, who was taken advantage of, paid the bill.

Now that he knew the reason, of course he had to block his back, so that he would never have the chance to suck blood from Huo Qingzhi.

So yesterday, Song Yu ran around outside all afternoon, and then it was up to Huo Yuandong to play his cards.

The three cups of drinks were prepared quickly, and the clerk divided them into two bags, and it was easy to see that one was a single cup and the other was a double cup.

Song Yuran handed the single-cup bag to Zhao Anye, and the person concerned glanced at the bag in her hand, and asked, "You bought three cups? Who did you buy for the other one?"

"Mr. Huo." He blurted out without going through the brain, and just after finishing speaking, Song Yu felt guilty for a while, and quickly patched up: "Uh, that's right, didn't Mr. Huo approve me for a few days off? The expression of thinking about buying her a drinkJust a moment... thanks."

Zhao Anye nodded after listening, "Then you really should express it."

The two came out of the coffee shop and walked towards the company. Zhao Anye thought of something and said, "Hey, our company is going to organize a team building. Do you know where you plan to go?"

"I don't know." Song Yuran replied, Huo Qingzhi had mentioned this before, but it seemed to be just an idea at the time, so it was decided so soon?

So she asked, "How do you know?"

"Yesterday, the administration asked us to submit our identity information to book a hotel for us and arrange accommodation."

"I didn't receive the notification." Song Yu was stunned for a moment, her tone could be heard to be somewhat expectant, "But since it's a hotel reservation, the team building content shouldn't be bad."

Zhao Anye smiled coolly, "I advise you not to expect so much?"

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"I remember that the last time our company went to team building, we had to choose between outreach training and camping. In the end, camping in the wild was passed with a high number of votes. I just remember that I was bitten to death by mosquitoes."

"..." Song Yu was silent.

Very frustrated, Mr. Huo, didn't you say you wanted to take me to 'play'?

The depressed mood quickly disappeared after seeing Huo Qing in the office.

Seeing that the door of the general manager's office was open, she hurried to the office without putting down her bag.

Sure enough, Huo Qingzhi stood in front of the desk and lowered his head to sort out the documents on the desk, with a bag in hand, obviously he had just arrived.

She pulled the door frame, showing half of her head, "Mr. Huo, good morning~"

This appearance, is the familiar dog Chongsui.

Huo Qingzhi raised his head, saw her, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You still know you have to come to work."

Song Yuran walked over with a playful smile on her face. She hadn't seen him for almost a day. When she saw Huo Qingzhi again, she felt that Huo Qingzhi looked better. She was obviously wearing the clothes she had seen before, her makeup was the same as usual, and her face remained unchanged.

However, the bug that sees Xi Tzu in the eye of the beholder is common to all human beings.

She put the coffee bag she bought on the table and took out one of the cups, "The hot milk I bought for you smells pretty good."

Huo Qingzhi picked up the cup and took a sip. It was really milk. He was a little surprised, "Why did I suddenly think of buying milk?"

Song Yuran used to buy drinks for her in the morning, which were basically coffee.

"Milk nourishes the stomach~" Secretary Song said intimately, "I also bought pineapple buns, and I'll bring them to you now."

"One bite of pineapple bun, one bite of hot milk, perfect match~!" She said, reaching out to find the handle strap of the pineapple bag from the bag, and grabbed the strap to take out the bag of pineapple bun.

Immediately afterwards, a bag of squashed 'pineapple pancakes' appeared in front of their eyes.

"..." Those who had eaten and those who hadn't were silent.

Song Yuran's brain was spinning rapidly, and he quickly found the reason - it was definitely the fault of the morning rush hour subway!

She looked at Huo Qingzhi, with an embarrassed expression on her face, "Well, if I said, pineapple buns don't grow like this, would you believe me?"

After a pause, he said sadly, "It's all the subway's fault! A few more stations have been added, and there is no place to step down in the carriage! It must have been crushed at that time!"

The way she blushed and clarified made Huo Qingzhi laugh dumbfounded. She stretched out her hand, "Let me taste it."

The meringue on the outer layer of the pineapple bun was squeezed so that a lot of scum fell off in the bag. It can be said that it has no appearance. How could Song Yuran have the nerve to give this kind of thing to his sweetheart.

But Mr. Huo was very determined to taste it. Song Yuran thought about it, opened the bag, and tore off the corner that was not squeezed so badly.

She wanted to hand it to the other party, but Huo Qingzhi had already opened his mouth very consciously, and Song Yuran took the piece of bread to Huo Qingzhi's mouth very naturally.

The bread is not too big, just enough for one bite. She watched Huo Qingzhi take the piece of bread in her mouth, and then felt a little moist on her fingertips.

While Huo Qingzhi bit down the piece of bread, her red lips embraced her fingertips.

Thinking of this, Song Yuran's face flushed. She stared blankly at Huo Qingzhi, but did not respond for a while.

An idea slowly came to mind.

I really want to kiss her.

Song Yuran unconsciously bit her lower lip, her heartbeat slowly accelerated, her eyes were a little tentative, and she took a small half step forward.

Huo Qingzhi didn't speak, but just watched her quietly, his eyes rolled around, with a little provocative meaning, as if he was trying to figure out where she could go.

Knock Knock——

There was a knock on the open office door.

This sound successfully brought Song Yuran's wandering mind back to reality, she suddenly withdrew her hand, and looked towards the door with a guilty conscience.

"Sorry." Su Yiqiao, who was standing at the door, said without changing his face, "I've bothered you."

"No, no, we didn't do anything!" When he said it, Song Yuran stuttered badly, feeling guilty.

On the contrary, Mr. Huo sat down in the boss's chair very normally, without changing his face, he said: "Well, what's the matter?"

Su Yiqiao walked in, still holding a folder in his hand, "This is the blueprint that Secretary Song gave me some time ago. I picked some more suitable ones and modified them to make new products for autumn."

Huo Qingzhi was puzzled, took the folder and opened it, there were several design drafts on it, each of which was familiar to her.

It was my previous design draft, which was rejected by the design department, and Song Yuran threw it away after sorting it out.

The person involved, Song Yuran, received the gaze, and was afraid that Mr. Huo Zongxing would incriminate him, so he hurriedly found an excuse to slip on the soles of his feet, and did not forget to close the door.

"The handwriting looks familiar to me." Su Yiqiao paused and said, "Is it your design drawing? I heard from Shen Yushu that you later changed your major to fashion design."

After getting confirmation, Su Yiqiao asked again: "The clothes you designed are quite novel, much better than some people in the design department. Why don't you use them?"

"I thought about it before." Huo Qingzhi smiled helplessly, "At that time, I showed it to the designer of the department, and there were many problems. The main reason is that these clothes are rather picky and not suitable for the general public."

"Nonsense." Su Yiqiao sneered, "The shape of a piece of clothing is not good. This is the responsibility of the shapemaker."

"I think that Jane Eyre's clothing style is a little monotonous now. The sales of the wooden dog series that came out before are pretty good. I wonder if I should consider trying other styles."

"Yes." Huo Qingzhi nodded, "I have this plan."

The two chatted about work for a while, and the topic was over when the style of the new autumn product was finalized.

Su Yiqiao tidied up the folders and was about to leave, but was stopped by Huo Qingzhi.

"Isn't our company planning to go to the team building? We can bring a family member." Huo Qingzhi said as usual, "Do you want to take Yushu with you?"

"She's not my family member, why should I take her with me!" Su Yiqiao was a little too excited, and after speaking, she realized that her attitude was wrong, so she smiled dryly and said, "Uh, we're not relatives, are we?.”

Huo Qingzhi was a little confused, "It doesn't have to be real 'relatives', friends are fine too, don't you live in the same building and come and go frequently?"

"If you meet her, remember to talk about it." Su Yiqiao replied vaguely, and hurriedly left with the folder as an excuse.

The door opened and closed, and silence returned to the office.

Huo Qingzhi keenly noticed that Su Yiqiao seemed to have a strange attitude towards Shen Yushu, so she thought about it and took out her phone.

During this period of time, he was only busy with his own private affairs, and he basically paid attention to the dynamics of his circle of friends. The last time he chatted with Shen Yushu was half a month ago.

This kind of frequency was quite normal in the past, but because she wanted to hide her omega identity, she had to make casual friends with other friends, and Shen Yushu was one of them.

But now she doesn't want to do this anymore, not only because of Song Yuran's dealings with it, but also because of the future. Since she has a plan to develop with Song Yuran for a long time, the matter of hiding her omega identity will be exposed sooner or later.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't make sense to be alienated or not.

The aftermath of the holiday made Song Yuran yawn again and again all morning. After finally surviving get off work and taking a lunch break, an unexpected visitor came to the company.

Huo Yuandong, who was still muttering in his heart a few minutes ago, came here with Zhang San from the textile factory, and Song Yuran immediately stopped him.

This time, they obviously came prepared, and specially drafted a legally binding procurement contract.

Song Yuran laughed after reading it, "I said Mr. Huo, didn't I say yesterday that Hua Sen will not buy any fabric from Shen Hai anymore, and it's useless for you to threaten Mr. Huo with me."

"Whether it's useful or not is not up to you as a little secretary." Huo Yuandong was a little impatient, "Hurry up and call her out."

"Mr. Huo just went down to inspect the work, and he's busy." Song Yuran said falsely, "Why don't you just sit and wait? I don't know how long it will take."

Although he wanted to slap Huo Yuandong a few times, but after all, he was a secretary, so he could only lead him to the office rest area to hang out.

Zhang San looked at her face and said after a while, "You are Qian Duoduo!"

"Director Zhang, you may have recognized me. Actually, my surname is Song." Song Yuran smiled and said, "However, although I don't call you Qian Duoduo, follow us Mr. Huo, oh I'm talking about Huo QingzhiMr. Huo, that must be a lot of money."

She paused, smiled and said sarcastically: "As for Director Zhang, I'm a little worried that your car loan will be terminated."

Huo Yuandong naturally understood the meaning of her words, and snorted coldly, "Instead of worrying about others, it's better to think about yourself, this time Huo Qingzhi won't protect you, your good days are yet to come!"

Huo Yuandong was very angry with Song Yuran since he was hit with 80,000 yuan last time. During this period of time, he reviewed the company history and found that since Song Yuran took office, Huo Qingzhi has been so helpful in the company's management that Huo Qingzhi is nowDare to challenge him openly.

Thinking about it carefully, he even regarded Song Yuran as a thorn in his side. This time, if this tactic failed to save the factory, it would not be a loss if it could drag Song Yuran into the water.

When the time comes, they will have to deal with it at the shareholders' meeting, find an excuse to get Song Yuran away, and think that the plan is perfect.

What's more, he thought that with Huo Qingzhi's nature of protecting her, he would not give up a beneficial assistant for a small business.

"That's not true." Song Yuran said with sharp teeth: "My good life depends on whether you are willing to help me, Mr. Huo."

Song Yuran was fighting the old chicken thief, and Huo Qingzhi had already returned. When he saw the people in the office and the contract on the table, he knew the intention of the visitor.

Huo Qingzhi didn't know what Song Yuran was doing behind him, so he sighed in his heart. It seemed that he would inevitably bleed heavily today, so he walked over slowly and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

She opened the contract, which clearly stated that the contract was limited to a long period of time until a certain company closed down. If the contract was breached, huge compensation would be paid, which was obviously more excessive than the previous contract signed on an annual basis.

Huo Yuandong raised his eyebrows, and he didn't hide the matter until now, threatening clearly: "The victim has already taken his place at the gate of the Public Security Bureau. How this matter will go depends on whether you sign or not."

"Don't sign!" Song Yuran stood up and winked wildly at Huo Qingzhi, "Mr. Huo, you are too flattering me as a little secretary. How can I weigh a business that is over ten million years old as a worker."

"Stop talking nonsense." Huo Yuandong winked at Zhang San, and the other party quickly called Zhang Jie, turned on the speakerphone, and was really on standby every minute.

The atmosphere became tense, and Huo Qingzhi held the pen. She didn't know what Song Yuran was thinking, and she couldn't make a choice.

If she didn't sign, she would make people anxious, and she would definitely call the police, but she was worried that Song Yuran would not be able to bear the consequences.

It can be signed, but Song Yuran refuses to let it.

I just feel that there are two villains in my head pulling her, and her head is about to grow bigger.

She looked at Huo Yuandong and said helplessly, "You don't have any substantive evidence, so why bother?"

"Why?" Huo Yuandong gritted his teeth and said, "You forced me! I gave you the company, but now I want my factory to stop!"

Song Yuran retorted her: "Fart, it's not because you are greedy!"

Huo Yuandong couldn't keep his face from being talked back by the juniors again and again, so he stood up and shouted: "Shut up!"

In the face of people other than Mr. Huo, Song Yuran will only become more rigid when she meets a gangster. She replied calmly: "Beat me and pay another 80,000."

"..."

Huo Yuandong was angry, but he had explained how hateful the person in front of him was, so he could only sit back on the sofa, looked at Huo Qingzhi and said, "You don't want to sign, right? I'm sure it won't take twenty minutes, youSecretary Song is about to enter the Public Security Bureau, and you won’t know the consequences of the secretary’s negative/face-to-face/news, will you?”

Huo Qingzhi frowned unconsciously, and took a breath. After a long while, she still chose to believe in Song Yuran, and threw the pen back on the table.

"Call the police."

Huo Yuandong sneered, and after hanging up the phone, he looked at Song Yuran and said sarcastically, "Look, you are loyal and devoted your life to her, and how your boss treats you."

Song Yuran said disapprovingly, "You can still see her kindness to me?"

"Heh, be stubborn."

"Mr. Huo, since you failed to threaten and even called the police, why don't you leave?" She smiled, "Are you willing to see me being taken away by the police for questioning?"

Huo Yuandong didn't say a word. It doesn't matter if there is any evidence in his plan. The important thing is that the police came to take the person away for questioning. It was still during the lunch break. Everyone saw Song Yuran being taken into the police car with their own eyes.

In crowded places, gossip can burn like weeds with just a little bit of advice.

Before twelve o'clock, someone knocked on the door of the office, knocking twice, knocking into the hearts of those present.

Huo Qingzhi was in a nervous mood, while Huo Yuandong's face showed an expression of watching the excitement, and Song Yuran, the person involved, got up and went to open the door as if nothing happened.

When opened the door, it was the takeaway boy who delivered the food on time.

"Your takeaway, I wish you a happy meal."

"Okay ~ thank you."

Song Yuran returned with the takeaway, which contained a meal for two that she had ordered, and it was just right for Huo Qingzhi to eat with her.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, you didn't let me know in advance when you came, and I didn't order your meal." The little secretary said something superficially politely, then turned to ask Huo Qingzhi: "Mr. Huo, are you hungry?"Hungry, do you want to eat first?"

How could Huo Qingzhi be in the mood to eat? She couldn't understand how this person could still eat with ease, as if it had nothing to do with her. She should know that even if Zhang Jie called the police, even if there was no direct evidence, the police would comeTake her back to the police station for questioning.

And Huo Yuandong obviously deliberately chose the time of lunch break so that more people could see it.

In the end, the investigation made it clear that Zhang Jie was criticized and educated at most. It can be said that the cost of slander was zero, but Song Yuran was different. She had to face the rumors of being taken away by the police in front of all her colleagues.

The door of the office was open, and the slight sounds outside could be heard clearly.

Song Yuran opened the bag, and the aroma of the food could not be covered by the lunch box, emitting a faint fragrance.

As soon as the lunch box was stacked, before the lid could be opened, heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

It sounded like more than one person, probably two or three.

After a while, several uniformed policemen appeared at the door of the office.

"Excuse me, we are from the Public Security Bureau. We received a report just now, and now we are here to bring the people involved back to the bureau for questioning."

Several policemen walked in. The police uniforms gave people a strong sense of oppression, making the people present unconsciously silent, waiting for their next move.

The head of the policeman's eyes stopped on Song Yuran's face, then swept across their faces, and finally fell on Huo Yuandong's face, as if to identify them.

Soon, he walked up to Huo Yuandong and said, "You are Huo Yuandong, please come with us."

"???" The melon eater turned into a melon, and Huo Yuandong hurriedly said: "Comrade policeman, did you find the wrong person?! Is there some misunderstanding!"

"You are Huo Yuandong, so there is no misunderstanding. Come with us, and we will discuss the details in the Bureau."

Afterwards, Huo Yuandong was taken away by the police in complete ignorance.

Zhang San was also dumbfounded. He looked at them and Huo Yuandong's back, and hurriedly followed.

It was completely out of the situation. It took Huo Qingzhi a while to come back to his senses. The man had already opened the lid of the lunch box, took out the cutlery, and broke open a pair of chopsticks.

She was waiting for Song Yuran to explain to her why Huo Yuandong was taken away instead.

But the person concerned deliberately teased her appetite: "This is the end of the matter, let's eat first."

Mr. Huo found out that his idiot is amazing today, and he has a little secret.