Song Yuqiao entered the office and saw that on the low tea table in the rest area, there was indeed a take-out packaging bag, with chopsticks placed to one side. The dishes inside seemed to have been poked at twice with chopsticks, and grains of rice were scattered all over the bag.

  Paisley's office is simply decorated, with a cold color tone, in a Western style, consistent with his usual high-level management style. However, what's different is that there is also a small kitchen inside his office.

  Song Yuqiao thought for a moment, anyway, she was waiting around, and if she did well, she could also try to curry favor with this important guest that Dai Lin had repeatedly instructed her to take good care of. She went to wash her hands, opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients were available, tomatoes and eggs were both there, so she decided to use some takeout rice to make a simple egg fried rice, although it wasn't anything delicious, but at least it was something made in Pei Si Cheng's own kitchen, absolutely clean.

  It's done in just ten minutes and kept warm.

  Song Yuqiao walked out of the kitchen, went to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the flow of people and cars below, stretched her waist, and the office door made a slight sound. She turned around: "Director Pei."

  Paisong looked indeed very tired, he rubbed his brow, his eyes swept over Song Yuqiao, and smelled a strong pungent fragrance.

  Song Yuqiao explained: "Just now, Secretary Yu said you hadn't eaten, and the food outside wasn't clean. So I borrowed the kitchen and made a plate of scrambled eggs with rice."

  Yuna quietly grasped her right hand with her left after Bae Suah's concession, adding this one sentence, was it a good thing or... a good thing?

  "Is there still much time?" Pei Si asked Yu Na.

  Yuna glanced at the time: "There are still 40 minutes."

  Pei Si's mouth hooked up slightly.

  That's enough.

  Pei Si Cheng let Song Yu Qiao bring out the egg fried rice, in a white porcelain bowl, yellow egg flowers and red tomatoes, looking very appetizing.

  Song Yuqiao looked at Pei Shicheng who had not put down his chopsticks and said, "I don't dare to say whether it's delicious or not, but it's absolutely clean, General Pei can rest assured."

  Pei Si nodded and said, "The document on my desk, would you mind helping me print twenty copies?"

  Song Yu Qiao was taken aback for a moment.

  When did it become her turn to do such things?

  However, since Pei Su had already spoken up, Song Yuqiao went to find the document, "Is this the cotton and hemp company's employment contract details?"

  "Hmm." Pei Si Cheng said lightly.

  When Song Yuqiao took the documents out, Pei Sicheng calmly took out his phone and took a photo of the egg fried rice that looked delicious. He even beautified it and sent it to Pei Haoyu's small phone, calm and composed, before starting to eat.

  ………………

  In the office, Pei Ci Cheng was eating, while Song Yu Qiao stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of coffee and sipping it mouthful by mouthful.

  She now sleeps poorly at night and has to drink two cups of coffee every day to refresh herself.

  Pei Sicheng's residual light gazed at Song Yuqiao, who was now lowering her eyebrows and eyes, and his heart felt as if it had been stroked by a feather, making him feel itchy.

  "I'm going."

  "Hmm," Song Yuqiao's thoughts returned to reality, "Director Pei?"

  Pae Se leaned back on the sofa: "You and I aren't in a superior-subordinate relationship, no need to keep calling me Director Pae."

  "Uh," Song Yuqiao paused, "Mr. Pei? Boss Pei?" She noticed Pei Si Cheng's solemn expression and felt the need to ease the oppressive atmosphere, so she casually said, "Brother Pei? Hehe, I'm just joking."

  Pei Su Cheng heard the "Brother Pei" coming out of Song Yu Qiao's mouth, her voice soft and gentle. He felt a little parched after hearing it, loosened his tie, and stood up: "Let's go."

  As soon as he came out of the Pei Building, a swarm of waiting reporters surrounded him.

  These reporters have been squatting outside the Pei Building since morning, all wanting to get first-hand news. Although Pei Si Cheng is not a star in the circle, his popularity is no less than that of the former king Vi.

  "Director Pei, may I ask if your relationship with Miss Hua is real?"

  "Pei San Shao, the photo is a bit blurry, some people say it's PS, how do you interpret this view?"

  "Is your relationship with Zhang Menglin really just a guardian?"

  One question after another was thrown out, and the scene was somewhat out of control for a while. Many people surrounded the area, with some being reporters and others just onlookers.

  Fortunately, Song Yuqiao had experienced dealing with reporters before and stood firm, taking a step forward to block Pei Si Cheng: "President Pei is not accepting any interviews at the moment, please make way."

  Song Yuqiao was pushed hard by the person in front of her and, wearing high heels, lost her balance and missed a step.

  Pei Sicheng quickly wrapped his arms around Song Yuqiao's waist, and the gaze of the reporters in front of him turned cold by three degrees. The oppressive chill that filled the air at that moment made everyone within a radius of three meters fall silent for three seconds.

  The security guards and bodyguards on the side blocked the reporters, and finally got on the car, which was a narrow escape.

  Song Yuqiao tidied up her somewhat disheveled hair and said to Pei Si: "Thank you, Pei... General Manager Pei."

  Let's just call him Director Pei, I'm used to it.

  To be honest, Song Yuqiao really couldn't understand Pei Si Cheng's behavior. He clearly knew the impact this photo would have on him, yet he still sent it over.

  Is it because you don't want to affect her relationship with Hua Zhen and their friends?

  Song Yuqiao shook her head, she must have thought too much.