The whole lunch was spent in warmth, romance, and dreamy.

Yang Fei is a tall, rich and handsome man. He speaks gently and nicely, and can make women happy!

This is the first time Song Xiaolan has lived so comfortably and comfortably for more than twenty years.

Not only are there delicious wine and food, but there is also a large band that plays symphony live.

Song Xiaolan has studied abroad and can naturally hear the quality of the music.

The cheerful music reminded Song Xiaolan of a poem she once read, which is the "Little Song" by the German poet Heine:

A happy girl,

How beautiful and innocent you are

...

Your sweet eyes

It flashes like the moon;

Your rosy face

The red light of roses is revealed.

...

I felt like a little deer bumping into my heart.

That might be a kind of love.

Yang Fei really understands women's hearts very much!

With just a luxurious feast, he successfully conquered Song Xiaolan's heart.

However, it was not until Yang Fei sent her back outside the company that Song Xiaolan suddenly realized: Is there something wrong with him looking for me?

However, from the beginning to the end, Yang Fei didn't talk about anything.

It seemed as if he was just treating her to a meal that would be unforgettable for her to live her life!

Seeing the luxury car go away, Song Xiaolan stood for a long time, feeling lost.

Throughout the afternoon, she was sometimes excited and excited, as if she was holding the whole world in her hand; sometimes she was still in a low mood, as if she had lost the whole world.

Her absent-minded look finally attracted the attention of her boss Zhang Wendi.

When she mistakenly sent a document to the office, Zhang Wendi glanced at her, and then smashed the document hard on the desktop.

The clear and dull sound brought Song Xiaolan back to reality from her fantasy.

"Mr. Zhang!" Song Xiaolan shouted quickly, but she didn't know what she did wrong.

Zhang Wendi pointed to the messy files on the desktop: "What's wrong with you? Look at what's going on!"

Song Xiaolan exclaimed.

Zhang Wendi said: "I asked you to get the operating statements of last quarter! Did you get kicked in the brain by a donkey?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I'll get it now."

Song Xiaolan quickly bent down, packed up the documents on the table, and hurriedly ran out.

A minute later, she hurried over and placed a new document on Zhang Wendi's desktop.

Just as she left, Zhang Wendi answered a call.

Seeing that he was on the phone, Song Xiaolan wanted to quit without saying a word.

"Song Xiaolan!" Zhang Wendi suddenly called her.

Song Xiaolan noticed that the boss was calling her name!

She was recruited by Zhang Wendi himself. When she first joined the company, Zhang Wendi called her Song Xiaolan, but a month later, he affectionately called her Xiaolan.

Song Xiaolan also noticed the change in this title and felt the huge meaning behind it, but she pretended to be deaf and dumb, and pretended to be confused, and did not develop a deeper friendship or other relationship with Zhang Wendi.

As smart as her, of course she knew that to maintain this high-paying and decent job, she had to keep a distance from her boss, and she could neither become a meat on his case nor make him feel like she had no chance.

Today, Zhang Wendi suddenly called her full name, which made her heart shocked.

"Mr. Zhang!" Song Xiaolan turned around slowly, with a professional smile on her face.

Zhang Wendi looked at her, then slowly lit a cigar, vomited two sips of smoke, and then slowly said: "Is it okay for the date at noon?"

"Ah? OK, that's OK!" Song Xiaolan was nervous, like a deer ramming around.

"Haha, having dinner with the richest man, and in such a high-end restaurant, let alone a place to book a place! I think there is no woman in this world, so she will feel bad, right? Even if she is a banquet for the queen and the princess, it can be considered high-standard!"

"Ah?" Song Xiaolan's pretty face turned red in an instant, and Qiqi Aiai said, "Zhang, Mr. Zhang, you, are you following me?"

She wanted to ask you how did you know?

But then I thought about it, is there any need to ask?

It must have been followed!

Zhang Wendi smiled contemptuously: "I'm not so bored yet, go and track a subordinate to have dinner with whom!"

"Then, how do you know?" Song Xiaolan was confused.

Zhang Wendi sneered: "You don't have to worry about how I know. Now I ask you, you must answer truthfully!"

"What do you want to ask me?"

"Why did Yang Fei treat you to a meal?"

"I don't know."

"What did he talk to you?"

"I talked a lot about what I saw and heard from both China and abroad, history, books and poems..."

"I'm not asking you all this!"

"What are those?"

"Don't pretend to be garlic! You know what I want to know!"

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, I really don't know what crimes I committed? I'm worthy of trialing me like those of you and the criminals? Didn't I just have a meal with Yang Fei?"

"Yes! You're right! You're just having a meal with someone, but please be careful, you are my secretary!"

"It's true that I'm your secretary, but I still have the right to decide who to have dinner with and who to date with, right?"

"Hahaha!" Zhang Wendi laughed instead of anger, "Some people say that women become fools when they fall in love. I didn't believe it before, but now seeing you like this, I can't help but believe it!"

"..." Song Xiaolan blinked innocently.

Zhang Wendi said calmly: "You are my secretary. I have never hidden many things from you. You also know that our company and Yang Fei's company now have a very good relationship! Do you understand?"

"Mr. Zhang, because of this, I have dinner with Yang Fei, can't I better understand the opponent's intelligence?"

"Haha, but I only see that you were trapped with information! With Yang Fei's intelligence, do you think you are his opponent? Do you still want to draw information from him?"

"Mr. Zhang, I didn't say anything, and he didn't ask anything. He and I really just simply had a meal and talked about life and ideals."

"Stop talking!" Zhang Wendi pointed to the door and said in a deep voice, "You go!"

"Hey!" Song Xiaolan responded, turned around and walked a few steps, suddenly realized something was wrong, and turned around and asked, "Mr. Zhang, where are you going?"

Zhang Wendi said coldly: "You come from wherever you come from! I was blind when I recruited you from the talent market!"

Song Xiaolan was dizzy, and then she realized the serious nature of the matter: "Mr. Zhang, I..."

"Don't say you are innocent! You know what you said to Yang Fei! Yang Fei is our enemy! You are having dinner with the enemy and talking about your shortcomings! Do you still expect me to keep you?"

"But, I..."

"Please leave some respect for yourself before I tear my face in the end! Don't let me say the word "get out"! That is an unbearable weight for you!"

Song Xiaolan's grievance tears finally broke the dam, like a surging flood, rolling down.

"Thanks to Mr. Zhang for his trust over the past two years, I'm leaving."
Chapter completed!