Song Xingran walked towards Lu Qingchen's seat step by step, and then carefully took out the coffee in the tray.

He was about to put it on his desk, but he heard him say, "Get out." ”

The voice was low and frighteningly cold.

Song Xingran: ......

It's over, it's really hard to coax this time.

Even Xiao Yang next to him was a little surprised.

Mr. drove Miss Song away?

Did he hear him right?

No matter how angry she was in the past, as long as Miss Song showed her favor and apologized, she would get better soon.

This time, what's going on?

The other part of the high-level who didn't know Song Xingran collectively sighed silently.

Although this little girl is beautiful, why doesn't she have any eyesight?

Just come in at this time, isn't this unpleasant for yourself?

Song Xingran pouted, she came to him in such a low voice, he was like this?

Thinking about it carefully, Song Xingran felt that he was quite aggrieved.

It's obviously all thinking about him, but he's the one who loses his temper indiscriminately!

Song Xingran's temper is not good.

It still stinks.

Of course, they were all spoiled by Lu Qingchen.

Song Xingran's little temper came up, and with a "snap", he put the tray in his hand on the conference table.

It was placed in front of Lu Qingchen.

The white paper was pressed underneath.

Everyone: Σ (⊙▽⊙"a frightened face.

This little girl really dares, isn't she afraid that the president will let people throw her down from the twelfth floor?

Everyone hadn't recovered from the shock just now, but they heard Song Xingran say in a dragging voice: "Love to drink or not." ”

Everyone: Continued shock.

How dare you talk to the president like this, don't die?

is so young and so beautiful, why can't you think about it so much?

Song Xingran was a little angry, turned around and walked out of the conference room.

I heard a loud "bang" again, and the door of the conference room was slammed shut.

The executives in the conference room were taken aback and looked at each other.

At this moment, Lu Qingchen's face was even more ugly, and his eyes were gloomy and terrifying.

"Go on."

A cool voice sounded in the conference room, still as cold and gloomy.

Song Xingran has been pampered since she was a child, so she naturally can't stand such grievances, besides, she thinks that her attitude is already very good.

Lu Qingchen is still angry, what can she do?

However, after Song Xing dyed it, he regretted it a little.

If she had just said a few good words to Lu Qingchen and was coquettish, wouldn't it be good?

"Pig brains."

Song Xingran slapped his head, why is he so stupid?

At this moment, her phone rang suddenly.

It was Guan Ning who called.

"Have you taken care of your side of things? The director said that the filming could not be delayed, and that it would be very troublesome if the filming was postponed, and other people's time could not be adjusted. If you're done, come back as soon as possible, everyone is waiting. ”

Song Xingran wilted: "Okay, I'll be back right away." ”

She glanced at the direction of the conference room with some reluctance, forget it, let's come to him after filming.

Lu Qingchen sat in the conference room, listening to the report of the planning department, his face was blank.

But those deep eyes betrayed him.

He stared at the coffee in front of him, the hand on the table, slowly clenched into a fist, and his gaze was gloomy.

Suddenly, Lu Qingchen suddenly stood up and ran out in a little panic.

Everyone looked in the direction of their president's departure.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Qingchen walked out of the conference room and didn't see Song Xingran.

His heart tightened, and he hurriedly ran downstairs.