When Song Yuran returned to the company, Huo Qingzhi had already finished the meeting with those shareholders, and when she walked into the lobby, she passed them by.

Then it was obvious that the shareholders were casting hostile gazes at her, and she let out a 'hum' from her nasal cavity.

She didn't care what those people thought, she rushed back to the office excitedly, and knocked on the door of the general manager's office.

The door was not closed, and she saw Huo Qingzhi sorting out the documents on the table at a glance.

She asked, "Did it go well?"

"Reluctantly." Huo Qingzhi sighed lightly, and put a few equity transfer documents in his hand on the table. Although those old chicken thieves were guilty at first, they refused to let go.Redeem the shares from them.

Song Yuran walked over and randomly flipped through a few copies, "It seems that they signed all of them, how much did they spend?"

Then she saw Huo Qingzhi making a '2' gesture, and she immediately understood that what she said was twice the market price.

"They're really dark."

Huo Qingzhi shrugged, "Or they wouldn't let go."

"Then the remaining shareholders belong to Su Zhouyun's group? What do you want to do?"

Huo Qingzhi shook his head, "I didn't think about it."

The remaining shareholders are naturally not as snobbish as Huo Yuandong, and their family's big business doesn't care about this dividend at all, otherwise it would be impossible to have contacts with Su Zhouyun.Coupled with the different industries in which they operate, there is no threat for now.

"Those shareholders can leave it alone, what about Lu Deng?" Song Yuran worried, "If Lu Deng really wants to annex our company, he shouldn't be able to sit still now, right?"

"Don't worry about this." Huo Qingzhi took out a folder from the drawer, mysteriously, only the signature column was exposed on the paper, and pushed it in front of her, "You signed this."

"What is this?" Song Yuran subconsciously wanted to open the folder to see the complete files at the bottom. As soon as he reached out, Huo Qingzhi put his hand on the folder.

"The contract of sale." Huo Qingzhi said deliberately, "After signing, I will work for fifty years for nothing."

Song Yuran laughed immediately, and picked up the pen on the table, "Then you have to take care of your food."

There was no hesitation in writing the pen, and the signature was completed in one go.

Immediately afterwards, she saw Huo Qingzhi put the folder in the safe and locked it on purpose. She muttered, "It's mysterious."

"Go get busy if you have nothing to do." Huo Qingzhi wanted to send the person away, Song Yuran responded and went out, and said by the way: "There are two emails in the mailbox, please read them."

As soon as she reached the door, she was stopped by someone.

"Ang?" She turned her head, her face blank.

Huo Qingzhi looked around and felt that something was missing on the table, and now he finally knew what it was.

"Where's my keyboard?"

"Oh, I used it, and now I bring it to you."

After she brought the keyboard in and threw it into the trash can by herself, it was only on the first day of work that she realized that she had no keyboard to use.

The witty little secretary was silent for two seconds, and resolutely used Mr. Huo's keyboard for private use. Whether it should be said or not, the boss's keyboard is still very easy to use.

There was a little bit of reluctance when sent it back.

Seeing her expression, Huo Qingzhi laughed and said, "Where's your keyboard?"

After she finished speaking, she remembered, and she said where did the keyboard that slipped and knelt come from that day, and she dared to take it from the public, no wonder she didn't feel distressed when she knelt.

"Isn't there a new keyboard for the administration? You go and get one."

Secretary Song received the oral order and went to the administration department to get the keyboard.

The administration department consumes a few keyboards every month, so it is not too surprising that Song Yuran came to pick up the keyboards. The colleague filled in her name on the supplies application form.

"By the way, Secretary Song, give me your old keyboard, and the company needs to recycle the old ones for new office supplies."

"Uh..." Song Yuran choked, the old one?It's already gone to the trash can.

"Do I have to hand in the old one?"

Seeing the administration nodding, Song Yu suddenly turned his head and said, "My keyboard was actually used by Mr. Huo."

She smiled coyly: "I don't dare to ask her for it, but now I need to use it for office work, so I can only come to you to get a new keyboard."

Hearing "Mr. Huo", the executive was silent for half a minute, and finally let go.

"Alright then." The administrator pushed the application form in front of her, "Then Secretary Song, sign it, and I'll get it to you."

Song Yuran quickly signed his name on the signature column, and watched as the administrator opened the cabinet and took out a new keyboard.

Song Yuran, who returned to her work station with the new keyboard in her arms, took less than fifteen minutes for the whole process.

There happened to be a piece of data that needed to be entered on hand, so she plugged in the keyboard cable and immediately started trying out new products.

The brand of the new keyboard seemed to be different from the original old keyboard, and it felt lighter to hold. She tapped on the keyboard quickly with her fingers.

After typing dozens of characters, he stopped, and poked one of the letter keys randomly with his finger.

The keys of the new keyboard are very soft, and the feedback is extremely light. Xu is used to Mr. Huo's mechanical keyboard, and she is not used to other ones for a while.

Song Yuran sat at the workstation and thought for a while, then suddenly stood up and unplugged the keyboard, then sneaked to the general manager's office and knocked on the door.

After getting permission, she pushed open the door, tentatively poked half of her head in to look at Huo Qingzhi, again looking like a dog.

After not hearing the feedback for a long time, Huo Qingzhi raised his eyes and saw someone acting like a dog, and asked funnyly, "What are you doing?"

Song Yuran took a closer look. Huo Qingzhi had finished replying to the email and was reading the latest issue of the magazine.

She closed the door and walked in slowly, with a familiar flattering smile on her face, and behind her was the keyboard she had just brought back from the administration.

"Mr. Huo~" Someone smiled knowingly and asked, "Do you want to use the keyboard now?"

Huo Qingzhi put down the magazine in his hand and looked at her carefully, "What's the bad idea?"

"No way!" Song Yuran immediately retorted, "It's not a bad idea, how could it be a bad idea?"

Mr. Huo raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue.

"It's like this." A certain person put his hands behind his back and smiled with two rows of neat teeth, just like the Tom cat in cartoons, he always shows this expression when he does bad things.

"I got my new keyboard back." She took out the keyboard hidden behind her, "I want to exchange it with you for a few days."

"Why?" Huo Qingzhi asked.

Someone Song straightened his back slightly and said, "Your keyboard is easy to use."

"Oh~" Mr. Huo raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, you can get it yourself."

With that said, Huo Qingzhi moved the boss's chair back a little to make room for a place under the desk, where the main computer was placed.

At this time, Song Gougou replied "Okay" very simply, and then walked over, put the new keyboard on the desk, then squatted down and got into the desk to move the computer host, trying to put the keyboardLine □□.

But several usb cables were plugged into the back of the host, and it was hard to tell which one was the keyboard cable for a while.

She looked carefully and touched it with her hands, but she still couldn't tell the difference, and she was going to get out of the desk to pull the keyboard cable on the desktop.

But just as she turned around, curled up and was about to move out, Huo Qingzhi tapped her toes lightly, the rollers under the boss's chair slid forward, and her long overlapping legs blocked Song Yuran's way out.

Mr. Huo bent down slightly, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, bent slightly, and said condescendingly: "I want my keyboard, is it as simple as that?"

This expression and movement happened in the office, and there was a sense of damn class taboo, Song Yuran's throat unconsciously slid up and down.

Nane said: "Then what do you want to do?"

Mr. Huo threw the question back: "Is this something I should think about?"

"..." Song Yuran said softly. Anyway, there was no one else in the office. After thinking for a few seconds, she stretched her arms around Huo Qingzhi's neck, and half of her body came out of the desk.

At the same time, one hand covered the back of Huo Qingzhi's neck, forcing her to lower her head with a little force, without any hesitation, she kissed those red lips.

Before kissing, Song Yuran always likes to bite her lips first, not hard, more like flirting.

Rubbing on her lips for a while, the soft tip of her tongue slowly swept across the seam of her lips, gently twisting and picking slowly.

Knock Knock——

The knock on the door brought them back to their senses. As soon as Song Yuran realized it, Mr. Huo shoved him into the desk indiscriminately with his shoulders pressed down.

Because of the hasty movement, his head still hit the smooth edge of the table, making a small crashing sound.

It wasn't too painful, but Mr. Huo's action of pushing her away one second caused her dissatisfaction. He covered his knocked head and gave her a glance to express his dissatisfaction.

"Come in." Huo Qingzhi glanced down guiltily, just in time to meet the accusing eyes of a certain dog.

Feeling a little sorry, he reached down to the back of her neck with one hand, let her chin rest gently on her knee, and gently rubbed her sore spot with his hand.

"Mr. Huo, I would like to explain my plan to you in detail, is that okay?"

Huo Qingzhi nodded her head and motioned for the other party to sit down in the opposite chair. On the surface, she focused on listening to the other party's explanation report, while with the other hand she kept rubbing Song Yuran's painful head under the table.

After kneading for a while, she suddenly stopped, her fingertips sank into her hair, and she gently rubbed her scalp, but did not touch the swollen area.

Knowing that she was teased again by someone's pity, he curled up his fingers and tapped her head lightly as a punishment, and then wanted to withdraw his hand.

As soon as it shrunk halfway, the fingers were grabbed.

The background sound explaining the plan in the office never stopped, Song Yuran stared at the pair of long legs in front of him, with the intention of revenge.

She grabbed Huo Qingzhi's fingers, rubbed them against her palm first, then quickly tightened that hand, clasped her fingers, and squeezed her little finger as if warning.

How can Song, who holds the initiative, be easily manipulated?She thought for a while, then clasped Huo Qingzhi's palm instead, stuck out her tongue and licked the knuckles on the back of her hand.

Soon she noticed that the hand that was as steady as an old dog was shaking.Wanting to shrink back, Song Yu, who had been prepared for a long time, firmly restrained that hand.

Relying on hiding at the desk without being noticed, this time he was even more daring and annoyed. First, he lightly bit a knuckle of Huo Qingzhi's index finger.

Mr. Huo seemed to have just been to the bathroom, and he still had the familiar rose scent of hand sanitizer on his hand, which was fragrant.

She hooked the corners of her lips, suddenly bit her fingertips, and pressed her tongue against it, feeling that it wasn't enough, the soft tongue swam like a smooth eel.

"Mr. Huo, what do you think of this? Is there any room for improvement?"

"What?" Huo Qingzhi paused, "I didn't hear clearly, please explain again."

"OK."

It's not Mr. Huo's style to be distracted in the middle of the report. Song Yuran, who was hiding under the table, couldn't help but chuckle. It seems that Mr. Huo, who has always been calm, is not so calm.

She thought about it, and swept her tongue over the third knuckle more boldly. Just as she was complacent about Mr. Huo's stunned reaction, another finger suddenly broke into her lips.

The index finger and middle finger cooperated seamlessly, grabbed the annoying tongue at once, and pinched it as a punishment.

Song Yuran was blushed by this sudden action, and hurriedly spit out two fingers.

"Well, this point is reserved, let's continue."

This time Mr. Huo's voice was obviously rising. Song Yu, who was hiding under the table, couldn't help doubting his life. He was clearly the dominant party, so why did the situation fall to one side?!

Soon, she heard the rustling sound of paper towels being pulled out mixed in the background sound. Before she could figure it out, a used wet wipe was thrown into the trash can next to it without any mistakes.

After a while, there was another ball of paper in the trash can, which was a handkerchief that was crumpled after wiping hands.

Under such circumstances, to be able to wipe hands slowly in front of outsiders is definitely Chi Guoguo's provocation!

All of a sudden, it arouses a desire to win that doesn't exist in a certain dog.