coobybook Chapter 141: The Spoiled Bag 1
Chapter 141: The Spoiled Bag 1
"I really don't know how she had the nerve to come here. She really thinks she's Mr. Song's fiancée. Everyone in the company knows that she's just a stand-in. Now the real boss is back."
"That's right, he's really shameless. Isn't it just that his family has some money? Mr. Song and Miss Xue have been together since school. I heard that Mr. Song waited for Miss Xue for five years."
In the corridor, a group of people were wearing neat suits. The man in the middle was tall and handsome. He wore a black suit and a dark blue tie. He had a strong aura, a handsome face, straight and sharp features, and a pair of thin lips tightly pressed into a straight line.
The man glanced coldly at the women who had just spoken.
"Who's in charge of the marketing department? Working hours are so lax. Handwrite the employee rules a hundred times and put them on my desk before work tomorrow."
The women who were called and had just spoken now shrank their heads like quails.
The employee handbook has dozens of pages. Even if they copied it by hand a hundred times, it would take three days and three nights to finish. Yet, President Wei actually asked them to hand it in to him tomorrow morning.
The woman on the off-white sofa in the distance heard footsteps, turned her head happily, and then lowered her head in disappointment when she saw the person coming.
When Wei Zhao saw the undisguised disappointment on the woman's face, his heart suddenly ached for a few seconds. He thought it was just because he was too tired from working overtime recently and didn't pay attention to this abnormality.
He knocked on the door of the office in front of him. He heard some footsteps from inside, and then he knocked a few more times without any hesitation.
"Old Song, I have something to talk to you about."
A minute later, the office door opened and a woman in a professional suit and black stockings came out shyly. She looked at Wei Zhao with a blushing face, then turned and left.
Wei Zhao naturally knew who this was. It was Xue Jianing, Song Ming's white moonlight, the sweetheart Song Ming had been thinking about for five years. As soon as he returned to China, he couldn't wait to get her to be his secretary. He didn't care about his good brother Song Ming's private life. He only cared about the company's interests. As long as Xue Jianing did not infringe on the company's interests, how they talked about love was their own business.
Song Ming laughed awkwardly and wiped the lipstick marks off her face.
"What's wrong? Is there something you can't make up your mind about that you need my help with?"
When the girl on the sofa heard Song Ming's voice, tears welled up in her eyes and she looked over pitifully. The beauty's tearful look was very distressing.
Her voice was just like her appearance, small and weak, like a baby animal still nursing.
"Song Ming, are you free today? You promised to have dinner with me a few days ago."
Song Ming looked at the frail beauty in front of him and couldn't help feeling moved. He looked gentle and handsome, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He didn't look like a businessman at all. He also had a bookish air about him, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was a university teacher.
He and Wei Zhao have completely different styles. Wei Zhao is as cold as ice and is unkind in doing things. He is completely formal and official. Song Ming, on the other hand, is completely different. He is elegant and graceful, and many girls in the company like him.
"Jiaojiao, I'm a little busy today, so I'm afraid I can't have dinner with you. As you know, the company is just getting back on track, and there's just too much going on."
The girl pouted her pink lips in grievance, "But you promised me last month."
Song Ming waved his hands helplessly, "Jiaojiao, I really can't leave today."
Song Ming suddenly thought of his good brother Wei Zhao. Wei Zhao has always been a chaste man and has no woman around him. He promised Xue Jiayou to accompany her tonight, so it would be better to let Wei Zhao go to accompany Mo Jiaojiao for dinner.
Mo Jiaojiao is Mo Tiandong's beloved daughter. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Mo Tiandong used to be involved in gangs, but later he worked in real estate and gradually cleaned himself up. However, Mo Tiandong is well-known in the circle for being difficult to mess with, especially towards his only daughter, Mo Jiaojiao, who is the apple of his eye.
If Mo Jiaojiao lost a single hair, Mo Tiandong would skin him alive. He had pursued Mo Jiaojiao because of Mo Tiandong's power.
Mo Jiaojiao is as her name suggests. She is a real darling that Mo Tiandong holds in his hands. However, Mo Tiandong is a strong and ruthless person, but his only daughter is the opposite of him. Mo Jiaojiao looks weak and timid. When she speaks to people, her voice is softer than a mosquito. She feels like she will fall down with a gust of wind. She is just like a walking willow in the wind, as sick as Xi Shi.
Mo Tiandong also loves his daughter very much. At the beginning, when Mo Jiaojiao and Song Ming were dating, there were at least eight bodyguards wearing headsets following them every day. Later, Song Ming couldn't stand it anymore and asked Mo Jiaojiao to tell Mo Tiandong not to let so many people follow her. Mo Tiandong reluctantly agreed.
However, Mo Tiandong was very generous and invested a lot of money in the company. He is now the company's largest shareholder. Although Song Ming disliked Mo Jiaojiao a little, he did not dare to break up with Mo Jiaojiao because of Mo Tiandong.
Song Ming patted Wei Zhao's shoulder and said, "Old Wei, please help me have dinner with Jiaojiao tonight. You are my good brother, and I trust you. I really can't make time tonight."
Wei Zhao frowned, "Are you sure? If you want me to have dinner with your fiancée, aren't you afraid that I'll steal your girl?"
Song Ming chuckled nonchalantly, "You're my good brother, there's nothing to be afraid of. We're friends who share life and death. Besides, how could I not trust you? You're famous for not being interested in women."
Song Ming turned his head and looked at Mo Jiaojiao carefully, then spoke to Wei Zhao in a low voice.
"Old Wei, thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to a meal some other day."
After Song Ming finished speaking, he looked at the delicate and weak Mo Jiaojiao standing beside him.
"Jiaojiao, let Wei Zhao accompany you for dinner tonight. I'll be with you another day when I have time."
After Song Ming finished speaking, he turned around and left without caring whether Mo Jiaojiao was willing or not.
Mo Jiaojiao lowered her head, her soft white hands clenched together. She pouted in grievance and cried out as she looked at Song Ming's back.
"Song Ming, it's me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wei Zhao held his forehead with his hand and smiled bitterly. Song Ming was really his good brother. He actually entrusted his fiancée to him so confidently. He hated crying, weak and unable to take care of himself the most. In his eyes, women like Mo Jiaojiao were just vases that looked good but were useless.
He usually disdains to deal with such people, but since Song Ming has entrusted this trouble to him, he can only bite the bullet and do it.
"Come with me. Wait for me in the office. I still have work to do."
Wei Zhao walked towards the office with his long legs, and Mo Jiaojiao followed him with her head down, looking aggrieved.
Wei Zhao's office is downstairs from Song Ming. He and Song Ming were roommates in college. They coincidentally founded a small company during college. Later, in order to inject capital into the company, Song Ming sacrificed his looks and took the initiative to pursue Mo Tiandong's daughter. Mo Tiandong generously invested a sum of money in the company, and the company was officially on track.