After Lin Xiaowan got acquainted with Hong Minhua, she found that she was really gentle and approachable, and she didn't have any bigwigs in the circle at all, and now she has let go a lot when she gets along with her.

She wrinkled her nose: "Grandma Hong is reluctant." ”

"Your grandmother Hong is reluctant, but Teacher Hong may not be." Hong Minhua made a joke with a smile, but in fact, she also knew that just like Lin Xiaowan said, where would she be willing to do it.

Such a fun and cute, obedient and sensible little girl who can now make all kinds of snacks, whoever comes here is willing to indulge her to do whatever she wants.

After eating the meat floss salad and cake roll, Hong Minhua said to her again: "However, you have just started painting, even if you don't follow me to class one day, you have to practice regularly, do you know?" ”

"Yes, I know!" Lin Xiaowan nodded vigorously, "I like to draw, not for fun, I also learn to paint seriously, and I usually practice well." ”

Hong Minhua lovingly touched her little brain: "Good boy." ”

"Let's go, let's go to class."

At the headquarters of Huo's Group, Huo Zheng shook his head and smiled at the message on his mobile phone, dialed the inner number on the table and gave it to Assistant Song, asking him to go to the first floor to get something later.

Assistant Song has taken it many times and knows what it is, so he doesn't need to ask more now, and directly happily responds.

Because Assistant Song did not refuse to come to these people, Lin Xiaowan gave Huo Zheng a dessert cake, in addition to his own, there will also be a copy of Assistant Song.

Lin Xiaowan didn't know that the president's office didn't have only one assistant, so he didn't know that every time Assistant Song got something from Lin Xiaowan, he received a lot of envy, jealousy and curiosity.

As long as the work does not fall off the chain and can be completed according to the plan, Huo Zheng is not restricted to what they do every day, so the colleagues in the president's office often coerce and lure him, and they have to unpack him and share it in the office.

This is the handiwork of the proprietress yes! Who doesn't want to eat this!

The front desk lady on the first floor received a bunch of packaging boxes, dialed the phone number of the president's office, and then immediately took out her mobile phone and took two photos with a click, and then began to wait for Song Tezhu's figure to arrive.

When they received the things for the first time, they were still very confused, because the address directly stated that it was given to Huo Zheng, and the pink and tender box saw that it was a little girl's thing, so they all thought that it was sent by a young lady who was not long-eyed.

In the past, it is not uncommon for Miss Qianjin to give gifts, but usually when they make a phone call, Song Tezhu will either order them to throw them away, or ask someone to send them back if they are too valuable.

But that time, Song Tezhu was overjoyed and came down to take it himself, and told them to send it in the future, and they must see who it is as soon as possible, if it is a beautiful girl, find a way to keep people.

They were puzzled at first, but the second time they couldn't help but ask, knowing that this was the cake made by the proprietress herself, and then they couldn't help but look forward to it.

Although they can't eat it.

It's really hateful!

Song Tesuke can have a complete copy every time! Same treatment as the big boss!

They also want the little cake made by the hostess herself, okay!

This can reflect the information gap, and the front desk on the first floor, who didn't know that Song Tezhu, who they envied, was actually painful and happy.

And they themselves know that it is not over, the people have a fiery and gossipy heart, and every time they receive the same city express, they are waiting for Song Te's help to come down, so that they can be merciful and open it and show them what they are sending.

Then they take a photo and send it to the company's small group of employees.

The crowd of people who want the small cakes made by the proprietress herself is growing day by day.

It's a pity that Lin Xiaowan never came to send it once on a whim, and when everyone talked about it, they had to dig out scarce and ineffective information from the glimpse of a few people at the annual meeting.

Song Tezhu strode to the front desk.

The three people on duty hula all surrounded it.

"Song Tezhu, you must show us what you are sending today!"

All three of them have their phone cameras turned on.

Assistant Song was also very responsive, and took it apart and gave them a few glances, and then carried it on the elevator with a brisk pace.

The front desk lady turned her head and reported to the small group of employees:

[Ahhhh It's a meat floss cake roll, and it looks like there should be a salad dressing, and a huge amount of mango cream with a super high eight-inch mille-feuille! [Picture] [Picture]]

[I won't say who envies me. 】

[It's me, it's me, it's me who envy the president's office, envy Song Tezhu, envy the big boss (crying) (crying)]

The tears of envy of the front desk lady flowed out of her mouth: [And the boss lady gave the big boss a mille-feuille cut, and gave Song Tezhu a whole eight-inch mille-feuille, and today the boss actually lost. 】

[Crazy twisting screaming, I also want the dessert made by the proprietress herself.] 】

[Eight inches, what's wrong with my mouthful, what's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong! 】

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