Seeing the dinner that Huo Qingzhi cooked for her, he dispelled the exhaustion from work and felt relieved.

She took off the plastic wrap on the face, and there were quite a few dishes. She guessed that Huo Qingzhi wanted to have dinner with her, but he came back late.

I could feel the temperature with my fingertips, and a guess flashed in my heart that Huo Qingzhi should not have gone far.

When she came back, she saw a car that was driven out that was very similar to Huo Qingzhi's. Her heart tightened, she took out her mobile phone and called the other party.

As soon as the phone was connected, she asked, "Have you gone back? I'm home. Do you want to come back and have dinner with me?"

Huo Qingzhi replied, "I'm almost home, you can eat by yourself."

"No." Song Yuran's attitude was firm, and her tone was a little eager: "The dishes are all ready, we will eat together when you come back."

With that said, she got up from the dining chair and grabbed the car keys on the table, "If you don't want to move, then I'll pick you up."

There was silence on the other side, Song Yuran had already passed the sofa, tilting her head with her phone in her hands, while putting on the coat she had just taken off.

As soon as he walked to the door and was about to open the door, he heard the other party say, "You're not in the right mood."

"Why are you so insisting that I go back to eat?"

Song Yuran's movements stopped, she grabbed the handle and tightened unconsciously, she lowered her head, "I don't know."

After a few seconds of silence, she slowly let go of the handle and turned to lean on the door panel. Huo Qingzhi's question just now was like pouring a basin of water to calm her down.

She looked up at the porch lamp, and exhaled slowly: "Just, I was in a panic... Just now."

"I saw your car when I came back, and we happened to be staggered." She unconsciously clenched the edge of the phone, "Just now...a sudden thought was that we missed it...Okay, I admit that I was thinking wildly again."

The other end laughed lightly, and pointedly said: "If you have the heart, you will not miss it."

"..." Song Yuran suddenly let go of the tense breath in her heart. After hearing the subtext, she slowly lowered her head and stared at her toes, "Oh..."

Huo Qingzhi said, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

Only then did Song Yuran remember that he was still hungry, so he cheered up immediately: "Eat now!"

"I set the rice to keep warm. When the dishes are cold, I use the microwave to heat them up. There is still soup in the kitchen."

"Okay~" Song Yuran walked into the kitchen, and she saw the soup pot on the stove at a glance. She walked over slowly, looking for something to say: "What soup?"

"Corn Ribs."

When she heard Song Yuran had already lifted the lid and boiled a big pot, she couldn't laugh or cry: "This is too much cooking, when will I eat it..."

"If you can't finish eating, you will collapse."

"That won't work, I'm going to drink them all up! Not a single drop left." As she spoke, she had already taken the cutlery, filled a bowl of soup, and deliberately drank the soup into the microphone, making a sucking sound.

At the end, I still didn’t forget to say: “Baji Baji, it’s really delicious.”

Mr. Huo at the other end was a little speechless, rolled his eyes and said that he was going to hang up the phone, and someone Song stalked her to eat with him, although it was only one-way eating.

Song Yuran put the phone on the table, turned on the speakerphone, and chatted with Huo Qingzhi while eating.

Speaking of the content of today's meeting, she sighed, "I have to work overtime again these days, and now there are many shopping websites, one of which is gradually rising, and the momentum is not small, which makes Mr. Lei very anxious, let me hand over the plan to him within three days."

Huo Qingzhi didn't know anything about her work, so she could only give a little blunt cheer and comfort.

"You talked about the live broadcast that day. I've been thinking about it for the past few days. I think it can be developed..." Song Yuran hadn't finished speaking when the doorbell rang.

She raised her eyes to look in the direction of the door, and said unexpectedly: "This is really new. It's been a long time since I moved in and no one has knocked on my door. It can't be a bad person, can it?"

"There are several security guards patrolling in your community, how could there be bad guys." Huo Qingzhi paused, "Since you have guests, I'll hang up first."

"Don't!" She said anxiously: "It won't be anything important! I guess the neighbor asked me to borrow soy sauce. Don't hang up, I'll open the door and have a look."

Huo Qingzhi didn't speak, it was a tacit agreement.

Song Yuran put down his chopsticks, and the mobile phone was left on the table without mute, nor did he turn off the speakerphone.

When he walked to the door, he looked through the cat's eyes first, saw that it was Chen Qiu, and quickly opened the door unexpectedly.

"President Chen?" Song Yuran was surprised, "Why are you free? Are you feeling better?"

Chen Qiu's complexion was a little better than what he saw at the company during the day, but he was still a little pale, obviously he suffered a lot when he went to the hospital.

"It's better." Chen Qiu smiled reluctantly, "I received a drip at the hospital, and prescribed some medicine when I came back. Basically, it's all right."

"oh oh."

Chen Qiu took out a stack of banknotes and said, "I asked the doctor, you helped me with the procedures, and this is the medical expenses you paid for me in advance, thank you."

As soon as he saw the ticket, Song turned into a money fanatic, with the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and he said enthusiastically, "It's all right, I'm just busy talking, Mr. Chen, come in and sit for a while, it's okay for us to stand and talk at the door."

Chen Qiu wanted to take off his shoes when he entered the door, but Song Yuran immediately said, "You don't need to take it off, you haven't cleaned it for a long time anyway, so I don't care that much."

"Isn't it?" Chen Qiu said, "I think you should have finished cleaning today. The smell of the cleaner is exactly the same as that of my house, and the smell hasn't dissipated."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and she said it was strange, it turned out that the smell was different from usual, and the thin dust on the furniture was gone.

Chen Qiu had already taken off his shoes and walked into the house. "The Grace of Saving Life" is indeed not just a light thank you, the occasion should be more serious.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the dining table in the living room. On the table were several attractive dishes, and the rice in the bowl was only half eaten.

"Are you still eating?" Chen Qiu said, "It seems that I came at a bad time, next time."

"It's okay." The portion of the dishes was indeed more than she could handle alone, so Song Yuran took advantage of the opportunity and sent out an invitation: "Mr. Chen, have you eaten yet? Why don't you eat together? There are quite a lot of dishes."

"No need." Chen Qiu shook his head, with a slightly embarrassed expression, "I can only eat clear soup with little water these days."

"Speaking of this..." Song Yuran was sincerely curious: "How can you get food poisoning so well?"

Speaking of this, Chen Qiu was even more embarrassed, but she still told her the reason. She wanted to learn a dish according to the online tutorial, but it turned out that the dish was not cooked properly, so she had a problem with it and was sent to the hospital.

Song Yuran thought about all the sad things in her life, so as not to laugh out loud, she coughed softly, "Well, Mr. Chen, you will gain wisdom by eating a pit, and you will cook well in the future."

Chen Qiu's eyes fell on the table of food, "Did you cook all of these? The presentation is very good, and your cooking skills are very good."

"No." Someone Song raised his head proudly, "My girlfriend made it for me!"

"Girlfriend?" Hearing this word, Chen Qiu subconsciously glanced at the living room, as if to make sure there was no third person in the room, and seeing through what she was thinking, Song Yuran replied, "She's going back, and she made it for me before she left.Even if you cook so much for dinner, treat me like a pig."

It sounds like a complaint, but it's actually showing off its sweetness, or forcibly spilling dog food.

After hearing this, Chen Qiu nodded, thanked her very solemnly, handed over the advance medical expenses to her and wanted to go back.

Before leaving, Song Yuran served Chen Qiu a large bowl of corn rib soup, with the selfish intention of letting the other party share it with him so as not to waste it.

Back at the dinner table, she turned on the screen, and the call with Huo Qingzhi continued.

"still there?"

The other end responded with a "hmm" through the nasal cavity.

Someone Song was very happy, "You should have heard the person who came just now, the director of the department next door to our company, who came to pay me back. Her complexion is not very good, you cooked too much soup, I was afraid that I would not be able to drink it."After I finished, I served her a bowl, which happened to be good for mending. Let me tell you, you won't be angry, will you?"

"Why should I be angry." Huo Qingzhi wrote lightly: "You spread love like this, aren't you afraid that your single colleague will take a fancy to you?"

Song Yuran laughed: "Thank you for being so respectful of me."

Feeling the silence on the other side, she restrained her smile and said: "I have made it clear that I have a sweetheart, and what other people do is none of my business. I can't control it. Besides, don't think so deeply, okay?You heard the conversation just now, it’s just an ordinary colleague.”

"Well, is my answer satisfactory?"

Mr. Huo held his posture and reluctantly said: "It's not satisfactory."

"Then I'll change it for you." Song Yuran cleared his throat, learned from a TV series he had watched before, and said, "Huo Qingzhi! I recommend you! My brain and my heart are in every cell of my body.I will announce you! I will only announce you in my life!"

The strange accent and emphasis successfully made the person on the opposite side laugh, "Enough is enough, you speak strangely."

Someone replied with a hippie smile, "It's no wonder you like it."

The conversation continued until Song Yuran fell asleep. She went to bed very early even though it was the weekend. There was no other reason. She had to work overtime at the company tomorrow, so she had to be energetic.

Xu Shi had been listening to Huo Qingzhi's voice before going to bed. Song Yuran, who hadn't slept well after moving, slept very comfortably for a long time, and even had a sweet dream.

However, sweet dreams are always accompanied by disturbing alarm clock ringtones.

Song Yuran didn't expect that he invited his department colleagues to dinner, and let them return their favor so quickly. After several managers were notified to work overtime on Sunday, the expressions on their faces in the company were heavier than going to the grave.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. This time I asked you to work overtime. The main reason is that Mr. Lei gave us a task." Song Yuran opened the temporary ppt, "It's still about Lanke, do you know about Lanke's activities yesterday??”

"I know." One of them said, "The clothes are very cheap, even my mother who doesn't use the Internet knows about it, and asked me to buy some for her."

"That's right, people who don't use the Internet today know about the discount that was launched yesterday. Look at what they did in marketing." Song Yuran knocked on the table, "The plan that was given to you at the last meeting, I will give it to me now."

"I haven't had time to change it yet." The people below suddenly complained.

"Alright then." Song Yuran took a step back, "If you have any good suggestions, let's talk about it."

A team leader raised his hand: "Mr. Song, in fact, the coupon scheme proposed by our team is also feasible, why not try it?"

Song Yuran had no choice but to repeat what was said in yesterday's meeting.

"To sum up, now we have to avoid price wars, find another way, and provide some fresh and sustainable ways to retain consumers, instead of just thinking about how to get discounts."

"Everyone speaks freely, treat it as a relaxed chat." Mr. Song did not forget to give a candy, "After the meeting is over, please have a good lunch at noon."

After observing the dinner, Song Yuran accurately grasped the commonalities of everyone, they are all young people, and food can obviously stimulate enthusiasm.

One said: "Let me tell you, hire a spokesperson, it's absolutely fresh, and it can attract fans to rush sales."

Another retorted: "That's not okay. People endorse with specific products. Our website is different from others. There are many kinds of products in a single category. If you are looking for a celebrity endorsement, what product should the celebrity take for a photo?"

"I think so. It's better to ask celebrities to ask for so much money than to give out coupons. This is a real benefit to consumers, but Mr. Song said that it's not the time yet, so he came back again."

The people below have different opinions, and everyone thinks it is reasonable. The originally quiet meeting room has become a morning market.

After a long debate with no results, a self-defeating voice sounded: "Since it is so expensive to invite a star to endorse, we can make a star."

"How can it be that easy? It takes more money to make a star, but it also takes time to have good resources..."

"Wait." Song Yuran interrupted them, "Xia Xing's idea is good, we can start from this aspect."

"ah????"

"No way, boss, do you know how long it takes for an ordinary person to become a big star? Making stars is not our strong point."

"nonono." Song Yuran shook his index finger, "Have you forgotten? There are countless stores doing live broadcasts, and each has at least one anchor. Isn't that enough for us to choose one?"

Song Yuran told them the general direction, and then asked them to refine it, and each group submitted a detailed plan for admission.

The former designer of Party B, who had been abused countless times, said with emotion: It feels so good to not have to think about making plans.