On the main road,

Inside a moving Cadillac sedan—

Song Zhichao hung up the call from Ma Dongxi and began to think about it in his heart.

To be honest, Song Zhichao regretted that he personally told Ma Dongxi to handle this matter.

Based on his current identity, a casual word may arouse the speculation of the company's leadership.

Just like this time, Song Zhichao told Ma Dongxi to take care of Park Chun-hwa and help Park Chun-hwa join the Song Group. In fact, Song Zhichao could have given this matter to the driver Jun Wu-yeol, and asked Jun Wu-yeol to remind Ma Dong-seok a little, so that Ma Dong-seok would not take this matter so important, just arrange a position for Park Chun-hwa.

Even Song Zhichao didn't speak out, just reminding Park Chun-hwa to go to the company for an interview. It is estimated that according to Park Chun-hwa's own conditions, there should be no big problem in applying for a "cleaner" or something.

But Song Zhichao said to Ma Dongxi very much, and his weight in this game became a thousand pounds, which made Ma Dongxi restless and nervous.

Ma Dongxiu thought that since Song Zhichao had given the explanation, Park Chun-hwa was not an ordinary person. He arranged for the company's recruitment activity to at least give him a team leader, section chief, or even a minister.

But how could he know that Park Chun-hwa was actually a "cleaner"!

Ma Dongxi was afraid that he would not be able to bear such serious consequences, so after receiving the news, he called Song Zhichao as soon as possible and apologized to Song Zhichao personally, so as not to get angry in the future and leave without having enough food to leave.

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao had to shake his head, and then smiled and said to Quan Wulie who was driving in front, "It's almost noon, so let's go home first! I haven't had a good rest for several days, so it's better for home!"

Quan Wulie said "yes", then increased the accelerator and drove towards the Korean courtyard where Song Zhichao lived.

...

Inside the Korean courtyard—

The little nanny Jin Sanshun, who was stuck out her butt and holding her pillow, was sleeping lazy and "returning to sleep" at home, didn't expect that it was almost noon, and President Song suddenly came back.

As soon as she heard the doorbell, she immediately jumped up from the bed, and couldn't care about it. She found clothes and pants and put them on her body.

Remember clearly that I opened the door late last time but I almost got scolded to death by President Song.

After putting on the clothes, she tied her buttons randomly, squeezed her slippers, and ran to open the door like crazy.

With a bang, the door opened.

"Hello, President Song, you are back! I'm not too late now, right?" Jin Sanshun said panting.

Song Zhichao stood at the door and looked at Jin Sanshun.

Kim Sansun was shocked by the sight, and he was busy resting and standing attentively, but she was too fluctuating just now, and her chest was still fluctuating and whimpering.

"Are you sleeping lazy again?"

"No! I'm... taking a bath! Yes, I'm taking a bath! After finishing my work, I was sweating all over, so I took a shower, so I was a little late to get dressed." Jin Sanshun's black eyes rolled and said carefully.

"Since I've taken a shower, why is my hair still dry?"

"Oh, I didn't wash my hair."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I used up all my shampoos and you didn't let you use it, so I didn't wash it."

"You are so obedient. If I don't let you use my things, you won't."

"Haha, it's all because of your teachings by President Song that I am so obedient."

"You are so well-behaved."

"Praise."

"Do you think I'm praising you?"

"What if it's otherwise?"

"You are getting more and more acquainted."

"President, you are praising me again!" Jin Sanshun looked shy.

Song Zhichao: "..." rolled his eyes a little.

"Okay, even if you were taking a shower just now, what about this?" Song Zhichao pointed to the corner of Jin Sanshun's eyes.

"What?" Jin Sanshun hurriedly wiped his eyes with his hands.

"Can you even wash your eyes when taking a bath?"

Kim Sansun: “…”

My mind was spinning quickly, "Ahem, you must be too busy and tired and misread... nothing!"

"Do you think I believe it?" Song Zhichao still stared at her.

Jin Sanshun's voice was low: "Then do you believe it...or don't?"

"What do you think?"

"Uh, don't believe it."

"Make it right."

Jin Sanshun: "..." He hurriedly lowered his head, rubbed the corner of his clothes and pretended to be ashamed.

This is a trick she used to. As long as she is scolded by Song Zhichao or caught by Song Zhichao, she will pretend to be innocent, shameful, and pitiful.

When Song Zhichao saw her appearance, he felt a little impatient. He pointed at Jin Sanshun and scolded: "Sanshun, please be more careful!"

Jin Sanshun hurriedly lowered his head, blinked his eyes, pouted, and said pitifully: "I will be heartbroken in the future! President Song - I was wrong! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

Seeing Kim Sansun's "miserable" look as if he was wronged and had no confidence, Song Zhichao for some reason felt a sense of abusive comfort every time.

The funniest thing is that Jin Sansun is simply stubborn and never repents. Every time he admits his mistake, he has a very good attitude and is extremely innocent. He looks pitiful and makes people feel sympathetic.

But after the incident, she continued to make mistakes without hesitation, and went further and further on the road to making mistakes. During the process of answering, she became more and more proficient in making lies and became more and more mellow - she could be called "Xiaoqiang" who could not be beaten to the "mistake world" and "Queen" who lies in the "little story world".

Seeing that Kim Sansun gave in and gave in again, Song Zhichao felt funny, "I didn't ask you to admit your mistake, I asked you to wear your clothes when you run out in the future! Look at what you look like now? What kind of decent style!"

"Uh-?" After being scolded by Song Zhichao loudly, Jin Sanshun realized that something seemed wrong with the clothes he was wearing.

After looking again, "My God!" I saw that what I was wearing was not my own clothes at all, but in an emergency, she wore the clothes of her mother Park Chun-hwa. She was petite, but not as plump as Park Chun-hwa. She looked even more funny when wearing them.

"Get in and change your clothes!" Song Zhichao cursed.

"Yes! President!" Jin Sanshun bowed and turned around and rushed into the room.

...

In a moment—

"Sir, what do you want to eat at noon today?" Jin Sanshun, a little nanny who had changed her clothes, stood respectfully in front of Song Zhichao and asked.

At this moment, she looked like a family nanny, as if she had long forgotten the scene she was in a mess before.

Song Zhichao sat upright on the sofa, with his legs raised, and holding a newspaper in his hand.

With a loud bang, he closed the newspaper, and then said to the little nanny Jin Sanshun in a serious tone: "You go to the vegetable market to buy some fresh ingredients and make some Hong Kong dishes - by the way, buy me some good wine..."

"Hong Kong cuisine? Cantonese cuisine?" The little nanny has served Song Zhichao for so long, knowing how he tastes. She knows more clearly that Hong Kong cuisine is actually traditional Chinese Cantonese cuisine, such as abalone, bird's nest, wing belly, etc.

In short, those are super expensive dishes - "Uh, I'm having a good time again this time." Jin Sansun couldn't help swallowing secretly.

"Okay, President Song, I will give you a sumptuous meal! But the specific good wine you want is..." Jin Sanshun blinked. She felt that she was very smart. There were so many types of good wine. Who knows which one President Song wants to buy himself, so it would be better to ask clearly.

Song Zhichao thought for a moment—

"Moutai, Wuliangye, etc." Song Zhichao missed his homes a little.

"Okay, I'll do it now!" The little nanny Jin Sanshun swore, but after saying this, she still stood there.

Song Zhichao frowned: "Why haven't you gone yet?"

"Uh, where is the money?" Jin Sansun asked a very important thing.

It seems that abalone fin bird's nest, and Maotai Wuliangye are all expensive. If you don't give me money, let me slap in the face? This is what Jin Sanshun said in his heart, but he dare not say it.

Song Zhichao smiled, took out his wallet, took out a black card and handed it over: "Click whatever you want!"
Chapter completed!