Seeing the lunch box placed in Lu Jing's office, the secretary who came to deliver water showed a surprised look on his face, and wanted to say something, but when he saw the simple and harmless Zhang Lingying, he couldn't help it, and saw that Lu Jing had no other instructions, and turned around and left the president's office.

Zhang Lingying held a glass of water and sat on the sofa to supervise Lu Jing, completely unaware that after the secretary left, the entire president's office area was earthquaked!

Almost all of them are spreading the word of mouth, lamenting that Mr. Lu has finally eaten!

Even Zhang Lingying, who came to deliver food to Lu Jing, has become the most mysterious boss of the year in the Re Group.

Just imagine, since Mrs. Lu died, Lu Jing, who didn't even pay attention to his own father, actually obeyed a little girl who didn't seem to know whether she was an adult or not, let her eat when she was eaten, and let her drink soup when she drank soup...... What is it like?

The rest of the group doesn't know, but the people in the president's office area know best that Lu Jing has not eaten for many days because of the loss of his mother, and the number of times that the private doctor has been in and out of the president's office is more than Lu Jing's personal assistant.

Many people are worried about whether Lu Jing can withstand this hurdle, but now, it has been done by a little girl.

If it weren't for Zhang Lingying's first time coming to the Re Group, the way she got along with Lu Jing didn't seem to be ambiguous, but I was afraid that the news of the president's wife would have spread all over the world.

"How's it going, is it delicious?"

Zhang Lingying didn't know what kind of speculation had been triggered outside because of her, she drank the water with a smile, looked at Lu Jing who was eating in front of her with satisfaction, and her eyes were relieved like an old mother who had fed her son.

"It's delicious." Lu Jing drank the last mouthful of soup in the bowl, and all the food in front of him had been swept away by him.

Zhang Lingying brought a lot of meals, and he was very full.

Strangely, he didn't feel sick to his stomach when he smelled the food, or forced himself to feel unwell after eating.

He was so happy to see her that even his silent stomach finally remembered his responsibilities and began to feel hungry.

He even thought that if she could bring him food every day, then his personal doctor could be laid off early......

Lu Jing thought of something, stood up from the sofa, hurriedly walked to the desk, and pressed the inner line: "Help me inform ......"

Lu Jing's words were not finished, and the door of the president's office rang.

In the next second, a neatly dressed middle-aged man, carrying a small box, walked in from outside the door, "Mr. Lu, it's time for you to get nutritional injections." ”

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, he smelled the smell of food in the air, and his figure paused.

Until he saw Zhang Lingying sitting on the sofa and packing up the lunch box, his eyes cracked and he was obviously surprised.

Lu Jing, who didn't have time for the secretary to stop his personal doctor, was stunned at his desk.

The air seemed to freeze.

Lu Jing's eyes narrowed, and he thought of many possibilities in his mind for a moment, and even had a hundred answers to Zhang Lingying's questions, and opened his lips with difficulty: "Zhang Lingying, I can explain." ”

Zhang Lingying didn't notice his abnormality, packed up the lunch box, put them in the handbag, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, turned to look at Lu Jing's personal doctor, and asked uncertainly: "He has already eaten, does he still need nutritional injections?" ”

Lu Jing: "......"

Doctor: "......"

Zhang Lingying said to herself: "Can you eat or eat, the injection hurts, right?" ”

She turned her head to look at the land mirror.

Lu Jing: "......"