"He's a designer I hired from abroad, so what's the point of me asking him if it's just to design something like that? This kind of thing I can do with a random designer, isn't it? ”

Zhou Yong said, his face was very flat, as if he was talking about a sparse and ordinary thing.

Song Ci was very familiar with his tone and movements, and this look showed that Zhou Yong did not have any personal feelings, and looked at the problem from the perspective of the president of Zhou's Group.

And Song Ci also felt that what he said was very reasonable.

Although this design is very good, it is indeed a bit unsatisfactory for the level of Shangcuo.

So Song Ci didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately found Shang Cuo's chat box, integrated the thoughts in her and Zhou Yong's hearts, and sent them to the other party.

"Nothing new?"

Shang Cuo laughed angrily, looking at the message Song Ci sent to him, he couldn't bear it anymore, and swept away all the furnishings on the table.

The vase and the glass were all swept off the ground, and the fragments were torn apart, some even splashing onto Shang Tso's arm.

Fortunately, the long sleeves he wore were not scratched.

But Shang Tso's attention is not here at all.

He rubbed his forehead with his hand with a very hideous face, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Shang Tso opened the chat box and read it again and again.

Song Ci's advice was actually very pertinent, and the rejection was also said in a very gentle manner.

But Shang Tso was not satisfied.

He thought that Song Ci would accept this plan, and when the first product of this niche design product would be given to Song Ci by him in the form of a gift.

Shang Tso has considerable confidence in his gift.

But his hard work was vetoed by a light and fluttering operation space.

Shang Cuo clenched his fingers, feeling that there must be a thoughtful handiwork in this.

Although the two of them didn't fall out today, they were all-for-tat in and out of their words, and Shang Cuo believed that Zhou Yong should have noticed his feelings for Song Ci, so he would be so vigilant.

He chuckled contemptuously, a glint in his eyes.

"Zhou Yong, the person I want to approach, can you really stop it?"

-

In the next few days, the days were very dull, so flat that Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable.

Since solving the matter between Gao Ze and Su Nan, Song Ci no longer has any noisy acting people around her, on the one hand, she is pure, and on the other hand, she actually feels a little bored.

"Do I have any plans for this afternoon?"

Song Ci propped his chin and bored to approve the documents in his hand.

"No, you haven't had any plans lately."

The assistant replied tremblingly.

This is the fourth time Song Ci has asked himself today, and the assistant can still answer in a good voice at first, and then he can't help but feel that he has forgotten something important, so he hurriedly checked it carefully from beginning to end.

But in the end, I still didn't find out what Song Ci had today.

While she breathed a sigh of relief, she cautiously reminded: "Why don't you go and talk to Mr. Zhou?" ”

The news of the marriage of the two is well known, especially the last time the two of them showed their affection in public, which made the assistant more firmly convinced: the president of his family must want to stay with Mr. Zhou!

The assistant said, very responsibly: "All the things you want to do today have been completed, and now you are going to Zhou's, there are still more than an hour before the end of work, and you can completely enjoy each other's two-person world......

"Stop."

Song Ci waved his hand and motioned for her to shut up.

Why didn't she find out before that her assistant was so cp-brained?

"Yes."

The assistant responded very obediently, and looked at Song Ci with a look in his eyes full of anticipation.

It seems that as long as Song Ci gives an order, she can immediately ask someone to prepare a car to send Song Ci to Zhou's.

Song Ci was bored for a while, and finally had no choice but to call the assistant: "Prepare the car." ”

"Yes!"

The assistant happily responded, with uncontrollable joy on his face.

Song Ci didn't know what she was happy about, and when she thought of the picture of Zhou Ji and Shang Cuo choking each other not long ago, her mood was much better.

She hummed a song and got into the car prepared by the assistant, picked up her mobile phone and prepared to send a message to Zhou Yong.

"Huh!"

But almost at the same time, the assistant behind Song Ci screamed strangely, causing Song Ci's hand to send the message to shake, and he actually deleted everything he was about to say.

"What's the surprise?"

Song Ci put down his mobile phone for the time being, looked at the assistant sitting next to him in shock, and said angrily: "Something?" ”

It's not that she's angry, she just thinks the assistant is a little weird today.

"You finally went to visit Mr. Zhou during work hours, how can you tell him like this? Of course, you have to prepare a surprise! This way, I will always feel happier and my work will go more smoothly. ”

The assistant gushed endlessly, and his face began to glow red, as if he had kowtowed.

Seeing that Song Ci hadn't spoken for a long time, she immediately followed up and added a few words: "Although it is said that the two of you have just gotten married now and have a sense of freshness, like glue, but after this stage, who can guarantee that Mr. Zhou will not be temporarily lost by the temptation outside?" ”

The assistant chattered, desperately advising Song Ci not to let her send a message, and to create a "surprise".

Song Ci couldn't resist her, so he really didn't send a message to Zhou Yong.

It wasn't a big deal anyway, she thought.

The car drove smoothly, and after a while, it arrived at the huge Zhou Building.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Ci was recognized by the front desk.

The front desk said excitedly: "You are the president's wife!" It's the first time I've met you in real life, it's so beautiful, can I take a picture with you? ”

Song Ci didn't expect things to unfold according to such a development, she was a little stunned and did not refuse the excited little girl at the front desk, and took a photo with her very politely and decently.

"Thank you so much! By the way, you're here to find the president, he's in the office right now, so we won't bother you two. ”

The assistant reported Zhou Yong's whereabouts very sensibly, and looked at the assistant beside Song Ci, feeling that he had found an organization.

Song Ci shook his head helplessly, threw down the assistant, and got on the elevator by himself.

"I don't know what's going on in their heads......"

Song Ci muttered, watching the elevator go from the first floor to the top floor.

She walked slowly to the door of Zhou Yong's office, and was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, but through the crack in the door, she heard a delicate female voice speaking inside.

"Zhou Yong, you hate ......"

And the owner of the voice, Song Ci is all too familiar.

Jiang Zhenzhen.