Although there was no hundred, Gu Xiaoer made a small profit of fifty yuan, and he was still a little happy in his heart, but he was worried when he looked at the one hundred.

"I didn't bring any money, do you have change?"

"You, you came out to deliver takeaways, and you didn't bring any money?" It was the first time Chen Chang met such a strange takeaway girl, and he was completely defeated by her good-natured, which kind of trained takeaway girl is this, this is too pitiful

Before the two of them could discuss a better solution, the sound of Shen Cast's footsteps could be heard from outside the hallway.

After a few seconds of stunnedness, Chen Chang's office door was opened.

Chen Chang and Gu Xiaoer looked at the door in unison.

A tall and well-cultivated figure was the first to enter, followed by a slender long leg.

"Big, big"

Gu Xiaoer recognized the owner of the leg at a glance, and shrunk in Chen Chang's office again and again, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

What happened to him?

If Da Luo Luo knew that she was making extra money in his company, and didn't bring him food, he would have killed her

"President, President, Sir?" Chen Chang never expected that the person who came in was the president, who was high up and difficult to see once all year round, and he was sweating on his forehead and stammering when he spoke.

Han Luoli let out a faint "um", walked in and habitually swept around the office, his eyes fell from the curled up Gu Xiaoer for a second, and his eyes flickered.

Sun hats, white shirts, jeans?

The shirt still has the word "takeaway" written on it?

The man looked away, there was no fluctuation, and finally landed on the food box on Chen Chang's office desk and the bright red hundred-yuan bill next to it, and there was a faint glimmer of light under his eyes.

A smart man knows his daughter-in-law too well, and when she pouts her ass, he will know what color fart she is going to put in!

What's the matter, deliver food to Lao Tzu, and come halfway to make money?

What about taking care of President Ben? What about being my angel?

The man resisted the urge to hit her little pp, so he didn't just carry her and left.

"Mr. President, what's wrong with you?" As if he had been fortunate to be sent by Mr. President, Chen Chang was excited and nervous, trembling and waiting on the side.

Today, the sun came out in the west, and Mr. President actually came to their small logistics department.

Is this a blessing in disguise? After a bad lunch, but having such a close contact with Mr. President, life can be regarded as complete.

"I'll come down" Han Luoli raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, his voice was slow, and finally landed on Gu Xiaoer's body.

Gu Xiaoer felt the sight, touched his little face with his little hand, blocked himself, and then pulled the brim of his hat down, and didn't speak.

"I'll come down and get my takeout." Han Luoli continued to add.

"Huh?" Chen Chang was stunned for a moment, takeaway?

The president is not mistaken

No, no, he's not mistaken, Mr. President, is this really their high-ranking president?

Yourself, in person, downstairs, taking takeaway?

Gu Xiaoer listened to the man's unchanged voice, but hung his head weakly. Although I couldn't see the man's sight, I could still feel the hot eyes from the top of my head, as if complaining to her: my food, my food, my food

Gu Xiaoer hurriedly raised his head stupidly, and flattered him: "Sir, the takeaway is here, I'll deliver it to you!" ”