Song Yuqiao rarely wears makeup because she has a good complexion, even without foundation, her skin is as delicate as a peeled egg.

  However, for the past two days, she had to put on makeup every day, not just to cover up her slightly dark eye circles, but also to show respect to their esteemed guests, which was something Delin had specifically instructed her to do, and she had to muster 200% of her energy to deal with it.

  This noble guest is Pei Si Cheng.

  The last time Ye Zenan received an anonymous letter with a photo, she still had it in her bag. She looked at it for a long time and even compared the back of the person in the photo to the photo of Pei Shichen on the cover of the magazine. The more she looked, the more she felt that the man who carried her into the hotel that night was indeed Pei Shichen!

  But from Pei's expression, not a hint could be detected, as if all of this was just her wild imagination, and she couldn't interrogate him based on just a glimpse of his back.

  Returning from the construction site, in the office, Pei Shichen had one hand on the armrest, an unlit cigarette twirling between his fingers, as he called out nonchalantly: "Little Song."

  Song Yu Hui came back to his senses: "En, in."

  "Who did Dailin find as a spokesperson for this advertisement?"

  Song Yuqiao said: "It hasn't been decided yet, because it involves your company's new product, so Sister Dai is being very cautious in selecting a person."

  Pei Si Cheng furrowed his brow, one hand rubbing his temples and the other not having time to open the drawer of his office desk, Song Yu Qiao had already picked up the metal lighter on the desktop and lit it with a snap.

  Song Yuqiao was also startled by her own involuntary action, she had no idea why she would have such a feeling, as if her subconscious knew that when she saw Pei Sicheng's actions, she clearly knew he was looking for a lighter.

  It was clear that the cigarette had been in Pei Si's hand for half an hour.

  It's just at this time...

  That's ridiculous.

  Song Yuqiao's hand holding the lighter was stiff in mid-air, neither stretching nor shrinking, not knowing how to react. This brainless behavior really harmed people.

  Pei Si Cheng held the cigarette between his lips, one hand supporting it as he leaned in close to Song Yu Qiao's lighter flame, lit it but didn't take a drag, instead pinching it between his fingers and raising an eyebrow at Song Yu Qiao: "Assistant Song seems to be very familiar with my usual habits."

  Song Yuqiao's face turned a little red: "General Pei was just joking."

  What does this mean? Is it implying that she has investigated him in private?

  Pei Si stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window: "Is Assistant Song still single now?"

  "No," nobody knew she had been married three years ago, and her husband was the president of Ye Corporation. Song Yuqiao said with some difficulty, "I have a boyfriend in Australia."

  "Oh, an international romance."

  Pei Si Cheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time, and Song Yu Qiao felt that the air in the office was getting more and more oppressive. Finally, Pei Si Cheng spoke up: "Tell Dai Lin Ka to choose Zhang Meng Lin as the spokesperson."

  Zhang Menglin?

  It's Zhang Menglin, the popular female model who got into a fight with Huazhen when they caught her cheating at the hotel last time...

  Song Yuqiao was taken aback for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yes."

  Before leaving, Pei Su suddenly stopped Song Yuqiao: "Does Secretary Song have any plans for tonight?"

  "No."

  She is just a small clerk, in short, she is doing odd jobs, wherever there are difficulties, she will be pulled over, and what else can be arranged properly.

  Paisley said: "I'm going to a party tonight and I'm one girl short."

  It goes without saying, it can't be more obvious than this.

  However, Song Yuqiao really had no intention of being Pei Si's female companion, and there was also Hua Zhuan. She thought of a compromise, "President Pei, do you want me to help you contact Miss Hua?"

  Pai Si turned around, took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled softly, "I was asking you."