Song Qiao responded with a hum, "Is he still at the company?"
The receptionist nodded imdiately, her gaze touching the thermos box Song Qiao was holding, and she instantly opened her mouth with a smile, "The president has been on the thirty-sixth floor and hasn’t co down, nor had dinner. Madam, you bringing dinner over will surely make the president very happy if he knows."
Song Qiao smiled but said nothing more, though her smile was a bit forced.
On the way here, she read those Weibo news again, the more she read, the more upset she felt. It’s really those people cursing too harshly.
It wasn’t that she was thin-skinned; it was those people who didn’t know where to draw the line, so even started cursing at the two children.
While sitting in the taxi, perhaps her distressed appearance made the driver uncle think she was heartbroken. On the way, he tried various ways to console her, telling jokes, which made Song Qiao feel that there are still many good people in this world.
After Song Qiao took the exclusive elevator up for the president, the receptionist returned to her work station, and just as she sat down, another receptionist ca over and directly looked at her, saying, "Just change that one to Song Qiao, okay? Why are you being so nice to that woman? Smiling at her? That woman has already done such shaless things and still has the face to find the president... everyone used to think this woman was better than Miss Qin, now I think Miss Qin is more suitable for the president than this woman..."
The young girl’s face changed slightly upon hearing her colleague’s words, quickly opened her mouth, "You can eat wrong, but you can’t speak wrong..."
But the receptionist was indifferent, directly saying, "Didn’t I say the truth? It’s like that. Look at how hot Weibo is now? Everyone now knows what kind of woman she is, is it not allowed for to speak the truth?"
"The president’s wife isn’t that kind of person." The young girl furrowed her eyebrows and retorted unpleasantly.
Though she had just joined CK Group not long ago and hadn’t known Song Qiao’s identity for long, many people around her have worked at CK Group for several years, so were even around when the president and Song Qiao got married.
As far as she knew, Song Qiao was definitely not as the news described.
The receptionist sniffed disdainfully upon hearing that, directly saying, "Isn’t she? Are you sure? Don’t be fooled by her appearance. The news explains so clearly and has photos, are you still going to fool yourself into thinking she’s a good person?"
The young girl bit her lip, still rebutting, "The news often likes to twist the truth, doesn’t it? Maybe soone is deliberately trying to sar the president’s wife, trying to create problems between the president and his wife?"
"You..." The receptionist insisted on her view of Song Qiao, her face changed slightly, even showing a bit of anger, "You’re completely brainwashed by that woman."
The young girl, "..." looked aggrieved, was it wrong to tell the truth?
Anyone with eyes could see that the news was ambiguous in nature, and online keyboard warriors and haters are present, always so people confusing right and wrong, saying whatever others say, affecting people’s worldview.
Usually, she also liked to look at the news on Weibo, liked reading comnts, and had seen people saying very unpleasant things, without any manners, so even more excessive wishing others dead.
The young girl was actually quite disgusted by online trolls because her favorite celebrity once committed suicide due to these trolls, completely left this world.
She no longer paid attention to her colleague, not caring about their muttering, the young girl lowered her head to begin organizing her things.
...
The current situation on the thirty-sixth floor is almost identical to the workday during the day, even the secretaries in the secretary office are still there.
Song Qiao glanced inside while passing the secretary office, everyone was working diligently, busy and didn’t notice her.
Lowering her head slightly, she looked at the floor in front of her, knowing that everyone was staying late because of her, suddenly feeling that she should shoulder all the responsibility for this matter.
"Madam, why are you here?"
While she was in a daze, she heard Assistant Xue’s surprised voice behind her.
Song Qiao turned around imdiately and saw Assistant Xue standing there with a cup of coffee, his surprised gaze directly landing on her.
Song Qiao tugged at her lips and said, "I’m here to have dinner with Jingchen."
Assistant Xue imdiately displayed a smile, masking his inner emotions and uneasiness, walking directly to Song Qiao, he said, "The president will be very happy to know you’re here, and the president hasn’t eaten dinner yet, it’s just right that he can eat the al you made."
Actually, Assistant Xue was already feeling nervous inside, looking at Song Qiao with so guilt.
After all, they didn’t tell Song Qiao about the happenings on Weibo, which was the president’s instructions, so Assistant Xue couldn’t let the madam know that everyone was working late because of the Weibo incident.
Song Qiao responded lightly, asking, "Is he in the office now?"
"Yes, I just made coffee for the president, preparing to take it in..."
Song Qiao nodded, then with a slightly probing tone, she asked, "Assistant Xue, you all working late tonight..."
Assistant Xue’s heart skipped a beat, his mind running quickly, then hastily found a slightly forced reason to explain, "Because we recently took on a rather big cooperation case, the ti is a bit rushed, so everyone stayed late voluntarily tonight."
Song Qiao, "..." Sure enough, this group of people doesn’t want to tell .
Taking a deep breath, her smile was sowhat forced, directly speaking helplessly, "You don’t have to lie for , nowadays everyone has learned to use the internet, I’m not so outdated that I don’t play Weibo. I already know about the matters on Weibo, everyone staying late tonight I know is entirely because of ..."
Assistant Xue’s facial expression suddenly couldn’t hold, his face was flushed red with embarrassnt.
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