When I Woke Up, I Became an A GL MTL

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Song Yuran was stunned for a while, then ran away after realizing the current situation.

But she still didn't catch up. When she entered the lobby, Chi Bizhen had already stepped into the elevator, and the elevator door closed slowly, rising at a constant speed.

"Sister Ran?" Seeing her anxious look at the front desk, she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, "What happened?" "..."

Song Yuran regained his composure, calmed his heartbeat, shook his head and said, "It's okay, the one who went up just now is Mr. Huo's." Are you a friend?"

"Yes, she said she has something to do with Mr. Huo, and I have already told Mr. Huo, so I will let you go." "

Okay, thanks for your hard work."

After all, there are outsiders around, so you have to put on some image, Song Yuran's The footsteps obviously eased, and he moved towards the elevator entrance at a constant speed, and walked into the elevator with two cups of fruit tea with elegant steps.

Before the elevator doors closed, she saw the gaze from the front desk and smiled very shallowly.

The elevator door was completely closed, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"Huo Qingzhi, you have no heart. You asked me to run errands for you to buy drinks for other women! ￥! ￥..." The

elevator was halfway up, and Secretary Song beeped into the air and felt a little better. What did he think of? , suddenly his expression paused, and he turned his head to look at the elevator monitor in the corner above his head.

... The monitor should not be able to hear the sound...

When she walked into the secretary's room, she saw the door of the general manager's office wide open, and faintly heard voices, accompanied by Chi Bizhen's laughter.

When she was about to reach the door, she intentionally stepped lightly, leaning her body against the wall, and peeked inside secretly.

She saw Huo Qingzhi and Chi Bizhen sitting in the rest area, talking and not paying attention to her.

Even so, Huo Qingzhi turned his head and looked in her direction accurately as if he had telepathy, and caught someone's doggy look for the second time at a glance.

After being discovered, Song Yuran stopped hiding and knocked on the door to show his presence.

Huo Qingzhi smiled at her, "You're back."

Song Yuran, who thought he came back from running errands for Chi Bizhen, was not in a good mood.

Although I was not balanced in my heart, I didn't forget my identity as the secretary. After walking over, I smiled at Chi Bizhen, pretending to be ignorant, "Ms. Chi is here, she is really a rare visitor, I want to drink I'll pour you anything."

Chi Bizhen wanted to refuse, but when she caught a glimpse of the fruit tea Song Yuran was carrying, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Qingzhi, you know that I've fallen in love with fruit tea recently. I asked Secretary Song to come here."

These words undoubtedly added fuel to Song Yuran's fire, and Huo Qingzhi could not help but smile bitterly in his heart when he sensed the stronger sense of instability caused by the alpha pheromone.

But everyone started talking, and she couldn't say that she was thinking too much, so she just said along the way: "I'm thirsty all the way, just try the newly opened store near our company." Song Yuran put the two cups of fruit tea in front of

them , turned around and wanted to go out, so as not to delay the two sisters' heart-to-heart talks.

Huo Qingzhi stopped her: "Don't go yet, we are talking about something and we need you to deal with it."

Song Yuran said oh, turned around, and glanced at the sofa in the rest area. Huo Qingzhi's couch was still wide, and Chi Bi Zhen sat diagonally opposite.

After thinking about it, she walked to the farthest side of the coffee table and sat down on the single sofa, deciding to be a transparent person silently.

"Qingzhi, that's what I think. If you are free this Thursday, let's make an appointment on Thursday. I can make a field card on that day, and the delivery time is just right on Friday." Chi Bizhen's mouth was buzzing

, Hearing that, Song Yu was in a daze, what to submit? WTF?

Huo Qingzhi on the opposite side took her puzzled expression into his eyes, and explained: "Bizhen is currently working in a magazine, which is in the fashion and apparel section. The theme of this issue is to interview relevant people in the industry." She paused and said helplessly : "I don't know if I even count as a 'professional'."

"Of course forget it!" Chi Bizhen immediately said: "The fact that Hua Sen won the design competition before that time caused a lot of influence! The sales have driven a lot, so why don't we count it? We can interview in detail Let's talk about changing design works." "Although Qingzhi and I have a very strong relationship, work is work and love is love, so we still have to go through the formal process to make an appointment." She turned her head and said to Song Yuran again, with an obvious expression on her face It is to put the previous unhappiness behind, of course, the premise is that I have something to ask for. Oh, Song Yuran sneered in her heart, she said that this person would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and it must be no good to come here suddenly, so he was trying to pluck the wool. Since the other party said that work belongs to work, and feelings belong to feelings, Song Yuran quickly analyzed in her heart, she didn't know what pheasant magazine Chi Bizhen worked for, and she was sure that it was definitely not a big magazine, otherwise she wouldn't have to come here to make love Card. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive to accept interviews too frequently. Huo Qingzhi's career is clothing, not a big star. She has rejected many invitations from magazines before. Now even if the person who invites is Chi Bizhen, she doesn't have enough face To shake the principle. But... Today when Chi Bizhen came over, Huo Qingzhi bought her fruit tea on purpose, maybe she wanted to help her? Chi Bizhen's voice continued: "Secretary Song, is Mr. Huo free on Thursday?" Song Yuran raised her head and met Huo Qingzhi's gaze, which had an element of anticipation, which she couldn't understand. This tm didn't say hello in advance. Although she really wanted to deny Chi Bizhen any possibility of approaching, how could a secretary like her have such a great right to use power for personal gain. Should or should not ah? "Secretary Song?" Chi Bizhen asked, with a hint of impatience in his eyes. Song Yu came back to her senses, she pursed her lower lip, communicated with Huo Qingzhi with her eyes, and said in a very uncertain tone: "Yes, or not...?"























Huo Qingzhi obviously didn't expect Song Yuran to be hesitant, and he even asked, feeling a little funny, and said, "Isn't my secretary all the arrangements for my itinerary? You still ask me if I have time?" Of course

she Knowing that Huo Qingzhi is free on Thursday, but what she asked was whether to agree!

Just as he was going crazy, Huo Qingzhi added another sentence: "If you say there is, there is, if not, there is not, and I don't remember the itinerary." When Song Yuran heard it, it seemed

that he meant to let himself decide, so there was no need to think about it at all.

She said seriously: "Boss Huo's schedule is full on Thursday. There are three meetings from morning to noon. In the afternoon, I will go to the factory to see samples. In the evening, I have two social gatherings." In short, it is very busy

.

"..." Chi Bizhen's expression froze, unwilling to give up, "Then, what about Wednesday?"

"Wednesday is even busier than Thursday." Secretary Song said euphemistically: "Our time, Mr. Huo, is arranged a month in advance Yes, Ms. Chi, as you know, it's the peak season for clothing recently, and I'm very busy."

"What about now!?" It was a bit of a waste of time, "Is there always time now? It just so happens that I have brought all the materials."

Song Yuran glanced Time, "It's ok now, but I'll be off work in five minutes."

Without giving Chi Bizhen a little hope, she added: "Mr. Huo, you have an appointment with Mr. Huang for lunch during your lunch break. You must not be late."

Five minutes, Don't talk about the interview, there is no time to read the interview questions.

Song Yuran was obviously blocking her, but Huo Qingzhi didn't intend to help, which made Chi Bizhen lose her self-esteem and find an excuse to leave, even if she was interviewed or not, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back the swearing one step later.

Seeing Chi Bizhen leaving in a panic again, and hearing the sound of high heels rattling away, Song Yuran stood up and said, "I'm out to work." "What are you busy with?" Huo Qingzhi curled his arms on the armrest of the

sofa Standing up, resting his chin on the back of his hand, he asked with great interest, "Are you asking Mr. Huang for dinner?"

Song Yuran frowned, and there was an imperceptible grievance in his voice: "You know it's fake." "I know, so it's not for you

." Huo Qingzhi smiled.

Song Yuran didn't know what to say, so he just stood there and looked at her.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, and she saw Huo Qingzhi hooking his fingers towards her, "Come here."

Song Yuran reluctantly walked over.

"What's so awkward?" Huo Qingzhi asked knowingly, "Didn't I just listen to your suggestion, 'far away from her and get close to you'?"

A person's good or bad can be judged from the daily relationship, but before that, Chi To her, Bizhen is just an ordinary beta friend, more of a smoke bomb to hide her own omega, and never think about the relationship between them.

But as long as you think about it a little, you can see many neglected details, all of which show that Chi Bizhen is indeed, as Song Yuran said, not chosen as a close friend. Huo Qingzhi's eyes were soft, and Song Yuran's heart skipped a beat when he saw it. A blush crept up his cheeks, turned his face away, and said, "When did I tell you to 'close to me'?" "Yes, I didn't say Yes." Huo Qingzhi answered her, "I want to be closer." The straw of the cup of fruit tea in front of Huo Qingzhi has already been plugged in. During the chess game just now, I just watched the show and didn't have time to drink it. She picked up the fruit tea and took a sip. The slightly sour and fresh fruity aroma was well neutralized by the syrup. Mr. Huo commented: "The fruit tea in this store is not bad. " Yin Yang said strangely: "You can drink it if you think it tastes good, anyway, I'm just running errands." "What is running errands?" Huo Qingzhi said with a smile, Song Yuran was standing in front of her, with his hands hanging by his sides, and he could see it at a glance When the tiger's mouth was bent into a c in the natural state, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Song Yuran's thin and soft skin, "I have another cup for you."













"Yes, I bought it for me, and I will give it to your good friend when you turn around. Mr. Huo, stop coaxing me, isn't it just a cup of fruit tea?" Song said sourly.

"Obviously she is going, where is it for her, and besides, she doesn't like fruit tea." "

Hey, Mr. Huo knows so well whether he likes fruit tea or not."

At this time, Song Yuran has evolved into a It's just a sour chicken, she clearly knows that a cup of fruit tea is nothing special, but she just feels uncomfortable in her heart, with sour water uncontrollably.

The fruit tea I bought today was given to others by Huo Qingzhi, maybe tomorrow Huo Qingzhi will let me buy a set for her to spend the night with others, heh.

"Well, well, well, it's my fault. I know what I'm saying now is like patching." Mr. Huo readily admitted his mistake. Although it's cute to see someone go into a corner, the pheromone overflowed unconsciously by the other party also made her feel When Song Yuran was in a bad mood, he still felt distressed.

"I'll treat you to lunch as compensation, okay?"

Song Yuran didn't stop the car, and said aggressively, "Mr. Huo, do you think I'm someone who is greedy for your lunch?" "

Well, not like that." Huo Qingzhi was slow Slowly stood up, keeping his gaze level with it, and looked into Song Yuran's eyes.

The stubborn Song thought she was playing a game of eye contact, and looked back at her not to be outdone.

The next second, she saw Huo Qingzhi's face approaching suddenly, she was stunned for a moment, and she had every chance to back away, but in a millisecond she seemed to know what the other party would do, and her brain did not release a signal to dodge.

Huo Qingzhi kissed her, and the superficial kiss was fleeting.

"Then kiss you, can it be regarded as compensation?" However, the person concerned looked calm, and she was so shy that she wanted Ji Ming's reaction to be stopped in her throat.

Why can Huo Qingzhi always act so calmly in what should be a holy kiss! ! No one can take care of her! !

Even though he was roaring in his heart, there was no reaction at all, the thorns on his body disappeared instantly, he tilted his head, his gaze was elsewhere, and his ears were red enough to bleed.

But Mr. Huo didn't intend to just let go of the opportunity to tease her. He tilted his head slightly, leaned into her ear, and said with a smile, "Although your jealous reaction is cute, I still hope you don't fall for the wrong person."

Said After that, he blew lightly towards his ear, almost at the same time, Song Yuran trembled in conditioned reflex.

After molesting, Huo Qingzhi went straight out regardless of the other party's reaction.

Leaving Song Yuran standing there with a question mark on his head, jealous? Are you jealous? Why are you jealous?

And what does Mr. Huo mean when he says he's jealous of the wrong partner? Does it mean that she and Chi Bizhen are not jealous? Or do you want yourself not to bother with her as an alpha? Are you warning yourself not to cross the line?

Wait, why bother with the question of whether to be jealous?

You won't really bend yourself, will you? ? ? ah? ? ?

When Huo Qingzhi walked to the door, he didn't hear footsteps, but when he turned his head, he saw the man's beautiful face twisted into a ball unconsciously.

It seems that this problem is beyond the outline.

Forget it, the future is long.

"Aren't you leaving, idiot."

A certain idiot responded reflexively, "Oh, here we come."