Lin Wei, who was sitting at home, looked at his phone and thought for a while before he posted a blog talk, with only two simple words on it, and he didn't even specify who was speaking: Thank you.

Almost instantly, Cao Zhengyang took his tuba and replied below: You don't have to be so polite to me @Lin Wei.

It's a pity that Lin Wei didn't reply to this message, and he didn't send any new messages.

The comments on the Internet began to be varied, and everyone was really curious about such a dramatic development today, and the onlookers should not be too happy.

Sen will speed up: What does this Lin Wei mean? This thank you is to thank Cao Zhengyang for helping her speak?

I looked at it: But I don't feel like it.

It is convenient for monks to clean up: I feel the same, I don't know what's going on, I always feel that this Lin Wei said that as if he wanted to clean up the relationship.

Socio-economic: Yes, yes, you see that Lin Wei neither has Aite Cao Zhengyang, nor does he pay attention to Cao Zhengyang's reply, I really feel that their relationship is very ordinary. But looking at the news just sent by Cao Zhengyang, their relationship seems to be very good, and I really don't understand the messy relationship in the entertainment industry.

Yo can't look at it: After saying this upstairs, I think it looks like Cao Zhengyang is deliberately rubbing Lin Wei's heat.

But no matter what those netizens said, Lin Wei seemed to have disappeared, and did not send any more messages, allowing those netizens to direct and act by themselves, speculating wildly.

When Lin Wei went to the Imperial Group with his lunch box, it didn't seem to be off work there.

"Miss Lin Wei, you are here, the president is in a meeting, can you wait for a while in the president's office now?" Wang Zhao watched Lin Wei come in, hurriedly walked over, and opened his mouth with a smile.

"Well, I'll just go over by myself, and you'll just be busy with your business. "It's not the first time Lin Wei has come, and he has long been familiar with it.

Since Lin Wei said so, Wang Zhao didn't insist anymore, after all, he had a lot of work.

After Lin Wei entered the office, she looked left and right, but she didn't see her son, so she couldn't help but go out and ask again: "I'm sorry to disturb you, do you know where the milk bag is?"

"The little master of the milk bag and the president went to a meeting together, Miss Lin Wei, are you in any hurry to find the little master of the milk bag?"

"There's nothing in the hurry, thank you. Lin smiled and thanked him, but his heart was full of surprise. At the beginning, Lin Wei thought that Sheng Junyun brought the milk bag to the company, just threw it in the office, saving him from relying on himself at home, but now it seems that he is still thinking wrong.

Sitting in the conference room, Sheng Junyun glanced at the milk bag beside him: "What do you think of this plan?

"It's bad, there are too many loopholes to point out, just redo it. The milk bag sat firmly on the special chair, and the little fat kept flipping through the project in front of him, and then threw it on the table, and the little eyes were raised, and the eyes swished over.

The department standing next to the projection cloth instantly became nervous, and subconsciously looked at Sheng Junyun.

"That's what I think, so let's do what this kid says. ”

"Okay, President. ”

"Then it's nothing, just dismiss the meeting first, and then I'll sort out the minutes and send them to my office for a copy. Sheng Junyun stood up as he spoke, then reached out and took the milk bag into his arms and strode out.

As soon as Sheng Junyun left, the department in the conference room immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "The little master of our president's family is really getting more and more powerful." ”

"No, I didn't understand anything when I first came, and it's only been a long time, and I can even read a business plan. ”

"It really has the style of our Sheng when he was a child. ”

"I heard that Mr. Sheng has taken over the affairs of the group at the age of sixteen?

"Of course it's true. ”

"Looking at the trend, the young master of our president's family is estimated to be in power before the age of sixteen. ”

After leaving the conference room, Wang Zhao walked over and told them the news that Lin Wei had come, and Sheng Junyun's pace was much faster.

When he walked to the door of his office, he glanced at the milk bag in his arms, Sheng Junyun suddenly remembered something, bent down and put him in the corridor, turned around and wanted to leave him and run into the office.

Who knew that the milk bag was quick to reach out and hug his leg first.

The figure of the milk bag is no longer like a small lump when they first met, but a big lump. Pressed on Sheng Junyun's instep, Mr. Sheng's legs couldn't move away, let alone run.

The little secretaries in the secretary's office opposite were all secretly looking out, and their hearts were about to be cute.

Even Wang Zhao couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and quietly took a photo from behind. But without a head and without seeing the faces of the two people, only a pair of straight suits with long legs, plus the little guy who has been lying on it and pretending to be a sloth.

Sheng Junyun lowered his head: "What are you doing?"

"I want to ask you what you are doing, why did you just put me on the ground all of a sudden?"

"You don't care why I put you on the ground. Sheng Junyun shook his feet slightly, and found that there was no way to kick this nasty little guy off, so he could only hold the little guy into his arms again with his mouth open.

As soon as Sheng Junyun entered the office with the milk bag, the secretaries surrounded Wang Zhao: "What photo did you just take?"

"This. "Since the secretary's office was cleaned by the president, it has been a lot more harmonious.

"Wow, the president's legs are so long. ”

"Isn't it, there is also the little master of the milk bag, even if you can't see your face, you can feel his cuteness and compelling momentum~~~~"

"Wang Zhao, send me this photo quickly, I want to update the cartoon on my blog based on this. Last time, the little girl who found out that Lin Wei had been in Sheng Junyun's office for a long time and had changed her clothes looked at her with blank eyes.

Speaking of this, the people next to him couldn't help but come to the spirit: "That's it, Wang Zhao hurry up and send it to her, I haven't seen her update for a long time, the painting style is simply super reductive, and it's also cute." ”

"Actually, I think Song Xiang should pinch the role of Miss Lin Wei by the way, otherwise you will be bored with your fans by painting the young master and the president every day. Wang Zhao whispered his opinion while sending them photos.

"I don't dare. Song Xiang whispered, she is now painting the daily life of the president and the milk bag on the Internet, it is enough to be frightened, if she is painting the president and Lin Wei falling in love, and is accidentally discovered, the consequences are unimaginable.

"What don't you dare, let's not say that the painting is the president, Miss Lin Wei, and the little master of the milk bag, who knows. ”

"You have a point, but I'm still worried. ”

"You really don't have to worry. I monitor the above dynamics, you look at the news posted by the president on the Internet, and then look at the state of the two of them who are not shy about it. The president and Miss Lin Wei won't care, as long as it's too obvious. ”

"Then I'll try to draw one today, if there's anything, I'll delete it quickly?" Song Xiang's face was full of anticipation, she had already wanted to draw the president and Miss Lin Wei in her heart, after all, who wouldn't be curious about such a big pink gossip?!

"Uh-huh. The people next to him were also very much looking forward to the love story between the president and Lin Wei written by Song Xiang, and they came forward to persuade them.

In the end, with the support of Wang Zhao and the instigation of his colleagues, Song Xiang clenched his fists and decided to commit a crime against the wind, and went back tonight to start painting a new pit.