On the third day of song Ran's return from Shanghai, the second young master of the single family ca directly to Kyoto in the na of market expansion.
Song Laozi's phone call followed closely, told her to push off the current work in hand, concentrate on the reception. Song ran in the phone should co down, hang up after the call, and continue to be busy with the things in front of him.
The assistant standing on the side received all the outgoing call ssages. At this ti, he was embarrassed. He opened the schedule and asked, "there are two etings in the afternoon. Do you need to change the notice to another ti?"
"No more." It seems that the woman did not even read the papers.
Seeing this, the assistant closed her record sheet again and asked carefully, "where is Mr. Song?"
After finishing the last line of writing, song ran closed his pen, then looked up and said, "you can go for ."
Later, he did not explain too much. After closing the docunt in front of him, he turned the topic back to work, "call the financial director in. I have sothing to ask him."
As song Ran's assistant, she always has to bear so extra pressure. For example, at the mont, although she has a lot of doubts in her mind, so questions will only lead to impatience. She can only bear it all, and then she quietly retreats out of the office.
About an hour later, the assistant arrived at the airport to pick up the plane according to the old song's instructions on the phone.
Don't see song ran, Shan Rao seems a little disappointed, but after a chuckle and quite understanding nodded, "like her temperant."
She is Miss Song, so she will not be easily restrained by anyone.
While the little Valet was still chattering behind him, he had already stepped into the car directly with his long legs. He was leaning against the door with one hand, staring at the guy who was still forking his waist and complaining that Miss Song was too shaless.
"Give you two seconds. If you don't get on the bus, we'll leave first. You can buy your own tickets."
Yan Hao shut his mouth and went around to the other side of the car door.
The assistant stepped on the gas and drove the car to the main road. At the sa ti, he observed the two people from the rearview mirror. After having a basic judgnt, he made a mockery of the little follower who had just had a bad attitude.
"We miss song is not a big lady who has nothing to do with her beauty and shopping at ho. Her work goes on and on. If anyone cos to receive her in person, will she not have to sleep and rest?"
Sure enough, the little Valet faltered two tis to retort, was next to a man's eyes swept, light roared a: "you sit down for ."
Yan Hao, who knew that he would be kicked out of the car, shut his mouth in silence, turned his face out of the window, and murmured in a murmur of criticism: "before this man has seen him, the soul has been run away."
Naturally, the volu was so well controlled that he couldn't hear what he was saying in the engine.
Successful sanctions against the small attendant, assistant secretly smile, according to the plan before coming, will take people all the way to a hotel restaurant. The private room is ordered in advance. Except for the two signature features, all the others are waiting for the master to co to his own order.
Shan Rao sat on the dining chair in the hotel. His clean and slender knuckles casually flipped the nu in his hand and asked, "will miss song co back later?"
"No The assistant stood by in a clear voice.
This ti the man finally can't help but frown, "she must eat?"
"I'm not here. We miss song are busy preparing for the eting in the afternoon, and the lunch eting will be settled in the company." After a pause, she explained, "she always does."
This made Shan Rao think of so past events. He closed the nu in his hand with a smile and threw it on the table in front of him. Then he said to the waiting waiter, "do you have fried rice? Give us three. "
"Fried rice?" The waiter was stunned and looked around. He was surprised to see the two people standing next to him. He asked, "what about the main course?"
"No, I don't want to order any more. Just give us three fried rice with eggs." When he raised his hand, his tone did not seem to be negotiable.
Although the waiter was still worried, she knew that the box was reserved by Miss Song's family. Before she ca, the manager of the restaurant told her to have a good reception, so she could only answer and then withdraw.
When the door was closed, the assistant with doubts said, "Mr. Shan, you can order anything you want."
Shan Rao did not take up the topic, but raised his head and asked interestingly, "what do you usually eat for working als? Can you eat fried rice with eggs?"
He chuckled at the corners of his mouth as if he were expecting the answer.
Assistant Ning eyebrow thinks for a while, then not light not heavy place a head, "occasionally, also can."
Song ran doesn't choose. When eating a working al, he never lets the assistant prepare it alone. He eats the sa food as his colleagues in the company. Therefore, sotis there are fried rice with eggs.
But she did not understand, the man asked what the aning of the words.
At the mont, song ca back from the information departnt.When I got back to my office, I sat down and opened the lunch box. I saw a bowl full of fried rice with eggs.
She seed to be used to eating without saying a word.
After lunch, there was still a short rest ti. At this ti, the assistant sent an information report, saying that he had taken the young master of the single family to be familiar with the topography of Kyoto. At the end of the report, he stressed: "he seems to want to see you. He has asked several tis along the way when you have ti."
Song ran Ning eyebrows, light back to the past two words, "push off."
Putting down her mobile phone, she leaned back on the office chair. As soon as she closed her eyes, a sense of sleepiness swept over her. She was exhausted both physically and ntally. She had no heart to deal with a single second young master who suddenly ca out of nowhere.
Her assistant didn't return to the company until about 7 p.m. at that ti, song ran had just finished the eting. After the crowd had cleared up, she was a little tired, holding her eyebrow bone. When she wanted to get up again, she saw the shadow of a man rushing in and carrying away a pile of docunts in front of her.
When they went all the way to the office, the assistant was still reporting the key points of the afternoon's trip. Song ran didn't want to listen. When he was about to walk to the elevator, he picked up the stack of docunts and told him, "nothing else, you can go back first. Tomorrow morning, you can go directly to pick up the son Shan and continue to walk in the garden. There is no need to report to the company."
She said, carrying the hand holding the water glass to the elevator door, and said, "let's go."
The assistant hesitated, but did not leave. Instead, he asked, "what about you, are you ready to leave work?"
Song ran heard the speech and looked up at the ti on the wall clock, "I'm busy for a while, what's the matter?"
Finish saying so micro coagulation eyebrows, detect the abnormality of the person in front of her, then adjusted the standing posture, turned the body to face her, "say what you have to say."
The assistant hesitated and looked ugly. Then he reached out and pointed down. He said, "the young master of the single family let his assistant rent a car. Now he is waiting for you downstairs. It's useless for to say that he will wait until you get off work."
Say, then so dare not look directly at Song Ran's eyes.
But she also had no choice. After all, the identity of the other party was there. It was obviously impractical to find a security guard to drive him away.
Song ran frowned slightly after hearing this, and then turned his body to the direction of the office. Before he stepped forward, he responded blandly: "I know. You don't have to worry about this. Go back first."
If you are willing to wait, it is not her ti that is lost.
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