"If my parents could hear Miss Song's words, they would not have given me this name. ”

He Jianchen stood still, letting Song Gezhi look up and down.

He Jianchen was wearing a suit for the banquet, with a narrow waist and wide shoulders, a good figure, and a good skin, which was unique among the presidents with fat stomachs that Song Gezhi had seen since he was a child.

In short, the pretty ones don't look like the rich.

However, it's also a bit too pretty. Before Song Gezhi saw a woman who was more beautiful than himself, he first met a man who was more beautiful than himself.

Song Gezhi smiled: "If you look like this, you will test the water for me in the entertainment industry first?"

"I accepted Miss Song's compliment. However, there is still a threshold in the entertainment industry. ”

Song Gezhi nodded approvingly: "Indeed, there is no such thing as being a president." ”

Song Cheng laughed dryly a few times, trying to ease the atmosphere: "The little girl is not good for me. Xiaoge, I have to ask people if they are willing to sign you. ”

Song Gezhi looked at He Jianchen with a cold face, "What's the matter, angry?"

"Nope. ”

"Then how do you keep a straight face? or do you have plastic surgery to stiffen your face?"

Before He Jianchen could say anything, Song Gezhi made a move. Feeling the sudden hot touch on his face, He Jianchen almost shuddered. Where is there a young lady who touches it as soon as they meet?

Oh, it's not just touching, it's pinching and rubbing.

“...... I didn't make it. ”

"Seeing that the two of you get along so well, I believe that you will have a good time at work. ”

Song Gezhi didn't know how his father said such a disobedient remark, but He Jianchen's face felt really good.

Out of the study door, Song Gezhi was obviously in a bad mood, and even gave He Jianchen a roll of his eyes.

"It seems that Miss Song doesn't have a very good impression of me?" He Jianchen stood on the side of the stairs with his chest crossed, his cheeks were shadowed, and the bridge of his nose was high, and his eye sockets were getting deeper and deeper.

Song Gezhi looked back at the future boss in front of him, smiled and softened his tone: "I think Mr. He is too sensitive." ”

After He Jianchen stood up straight, he took two steps in front of her. At this time, Song Gezhi found that he was a head taller than himself who was in his early seventies.

Miss Song, who has always been a crowd bully, is obviously not used to this kind of all-round domination in front of her from height to aura, and unconsciously took two steps back.

He Jianchen raised his eyebrows: "The next time Miss Song lies, remember not to laugh so fakely." If you want to enter the entertainment industry with this kind of expression management and expression ability, it is better to return to the family as soon as possible. ”

Song Gezhi was rarely choked, and showed an even more fake smile: "I didn't expect Mr. Song to fall in love with me at first sight, and he couldn't wait to marry me." It's a pity that I'm a big lady who pays attention to the right person. Mr. He is still so far behind. ”

"Then Miss Song is wronged to work in my small household. Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, see you at Hopson International on the 23rd floor of Binhai Commercial Building. He Jianchen waved his hand, and walked in a chic manner.

Song Gezhi looked at his back as he left angrily, and tried his best to quarrel with others, but the other party was a Tai Chi player, so he didn't accept the offer, which was even more uncomfortable for her than losing the quarrel. It's just that she looked at He Jianchen just now, and she seemed to be wearing a ring on her ring finger, and she didn't know which young lady was unlucky enough to marry such a gentlemanly person.

But she thought about it and smiled maliciously.

The next day.

When Song Gezhi arrived at the Binhai Commercial Building, he really didn't expect that the entire Block A was where the entertainment department of Hopson International was located.

Binhai Commercial Building is currently the core commercial CBD area in the urban area, and every inch of land is valuable. Even a well-funded company will generally only rent one floor.

She suddenly regretted her attitude towards He Jianchen yesterday.

However, when there was no response to the knock on the door, Song Geyi kicked open the door of the president's office on the twenty-third floor. Obviously, Miss Song's regret was only three seconds.

He Jianchen frowned and walked out of the side room in the office, his face could no longer be described in a stinky word.

"I knocked for a long time, but no one opened the door for me, so I had to resort to violence. Song Ge spread his hands with an aggrieved face, if it wasn't for the miserable death of that door, He Jianchen would really believe her nonsense.

"Miss Song doesn't seem to have any sense of time, if I'm not mistaken, what I told you last night was that I came here at eight o'clock in the morning to report. ”

"You're mistaken. Song Geyi's face was sincere and innocent, "You said you came at ten o'clock in the morning." ”

He Jianchen has never seen this kind of woman, which of the young ladies of each family didn't grow up eating etiquette books, and the one in front of him seems to have not even received quality education. "So let's use Miss Song's statement, come to the office at 10 o'clock in the morning, and now it's 11:13 and 27 seconds in the morning, and you're still late. ”

Song Gezhi sat down lazily, this man is so serious, it's really boring.

He Jianchen saw that she didn't answer, so he reluctantly sat on the office chair opposite Song Gezhi, picked up the phone and dialed the company's internal line: "Vivian, come to my office with Song Gezhi's plan." ”

Song Gezhi was a person with little patience, she couldn't sit still and looked left and right in He Jianchen's president's office, and saw a transparent cheap trophy that stood out among the luxury ornaments, so she picked it up and put it in her hand to look at it.

"So Mr. He still has a hobby of painting?"

Seeing what Song Gezhi was holding in his hand, it was obvious that He Jianchen was a little nervous, and his face was not very good-looking. He lowered his voice: "Is Miss Song so interested in me, or is she just a hobby of snooping on other people's privacy?"

"Now it's really as long as you are a second ancestor to be the president, and privacy can only be called privacy. Mr. He put this above board here, but instead accused me?" Song Gezhi pretended to put down the trophy in disgust, dusted off the dust that didn't actually exist, and maliciously walked to He Jianchen's side, rubbing his hand on his ironed suit.

He Jianchen was uncomfortable by her rubbing, grabbed her hand and was about to shake it off, but it happened that Vivian walked in with a stack of materials.

Vivien was obviously a little surprised to see her boss stroking a beautiful woman's hand with her eyes down, and the beauty's smile had not faded, and an ambiguous aura was surging between the two of them.

Vivian cleared her throat, coughed, and asked tentatively, "Mr. He, why don't I come up later?"

He Jianchen was almost about to say it, why did you women enter my office one by one and didn't know how to knock on the door, although there was nothing between him and Song Gezhi.

But President He glanced at his office door, and now, there was no door to knock on.

"Vivian, you now hand the plan to Miss Song, and let her see the company's current positioning and planning for her in the entertainment industry. ”