Song Xingran came to the president's office, but was told that Lu Qingchen had a meeting.

She hurriedly trotted to the conference room again.

However, there was a meeting inside, and she was too embarrassed to go in and disturb her.

Therefore, Song Xingran could only stand outside and wait.

After standing for a while, my legs became sore.

Song Xingran bent down and rubbed his calf, but heard a loud voice coming: "Miss Song." ”

Xiao Yang stood behind Song Xingran, holding a document in his hand.

"Xiao Yang."

Song Xingran saw Xiao Yang, as if he had seen a savior, and asked in a low voice, "Is Lu Qingchen inside?" When does the meeting end? ”

Xiao Yang didn't understand why Song Xingran was here, but thinking of the angry appearance of Mr. just now, he still reacted to it somewhat.

Come to think of it, it was Miss Song who made Mr. angry again.

Hurry over and apologize.

"According to the usual time, there will probably be more than an hour, but Mr. is not in a good mood today, so it is difficult to say."

When Song Xingran heard Xiao Yang say this, he felt like crying without tears.

It was quite terrible for Lu Qingchen to get angry, not only torturing himself, but also others.

"Then I'll go in with you."

Song Xingran pointed to the conference room and looked at Xiao Yang expectantly.

Xiao Yang frowned slightly, according to the rules, unrelated personnel are not allowed to enter and leave the conference room at will.

But he didn't dare to offend this little ancestor.

She holds a grudge.

Fortunately, there was a little secretary holding coffee and preparing to send it to the conference room.

Xiao Yang stopped her and said, "Give it to me." ”

Seeing that it was Xiao Yang, the little secretary didn't dare to say anything, nodded and continued to work.

Song Xingran immediately took the tray with coffee from Xiao Yang's hand, raised his chin and said, "Let's go." ”

Xiao Yang took a deep breath and strengthened himself, and then pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in.

What if the gentleman sees him bringing Miss Song in and gets even more angry?

Song Xingran didn't think about it that much.

As soon as she stepped through the door of the conference room, she felt that the atmosphere inside was gloomy.

There was silence inside, and their eyes swept around, and almost everyone lowered their heads, did not dare to speak, and looked trembling.

In the end, Song Xingran's eyes fell on Lu Qingchen.

The man was meticulous in a black suit, sitting lazily in a chair with his legs folded.

There was no expression on that angular face, handsome and cold.

He lazily rested his chin on one hand and rested the other on the table, with distinct joints.

The aura of the whole body is so strong that even the air around him has become extremely oppressive inexplicably.

He looked at the documents on the desktop, paused, raised his eyes, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Show me this in a week?" ”

The voice was cold and terrifying.

Song Xingran's hand holding the plate trembled, and he stood in place and didn't dare to move.

Scared.

The company's senior executives here buried their heads lower, and no one spoke, nor dared to speak.

Lu Qingchen's eyes swept around the conference room, and when he saw Song Xingran, there was a strange light in his inky black cold eyes.

Song Xingran was also looking at him, looking at each other.

She took a deep breath, took the coffee on the plate, and walked towards Lu Qingchen's place.

In such a tense atmosphere, Song Xingran's appearance undoubtedly became the savior of everyone in the conference room.

Some of the company's senior executives knew Song Xingran.

Seeing Song Xing dyeing coming, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Look, Miss Song is here, and the president will definitely say that the meeting will be dismissed soon.