The route from the Imperial Capital Apartment to the Song Mansion was already familiar to Ling Fei.

Since I bought that Chevrolet, I only sent Song Tianmo every morning, and I have sent it many times.

More than twenty minutes later, she arrived downstairs in the Song Building.

Parking the car, Ling Fei carried her bag and documents in her hand, and quickly walked into the hall on the first floor of the Song Building.

This is the first time Ling Fei has come in.

The hall on the first floor is equipped with a high-end atmosphere, and the heating is fully turned on.

There was a big beautiful woman standing at the front desk.

With a decent smile on her face and a well-tailored professional outfit, her body is slender and uneven.

Seeing Ling Fei walking into the hall, the beauty at the front desk immediately walked over.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" The voice is sweet and kind, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Looking at the sunny smile on the face of the beautiful woman at the front desk, Ling Fei secretly praised herself in her heart.

Song, who is worthy of being a famous name in the business world, does not say anything else, just this one front desk, which makes people feel happy when they see it, and their good impression of Song has increased greatly.

"I'm looking for Mr. Song." Ling Fei stopped, the corners of her lips curled, and she smiled at the beauty at the front desk.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Appointment?"

"Yes, all the guests who see our Mr. Song have to make an appointment in advance, have you made an appointment?"

"I made an appointment over the phone."

Ling Fei smiled and shook her head.

The bottom of my heart is dry.

In the past, when she entered Ling's company, the word appointment had nothing to do with her.

Her face is a living sign.

Seeing her, the security front desk has always only welcomed her warmly, and of course she will not ask about appointments.

However, just because she hasn't made an appointment doesn't mean she doesn't know what's going on.

The more senior leaders of a company are, the more affairs are many, and it is very difficult to meet directly, let alone anyone who wants to meet them.

In order to improve efficiency, the people they want to meet and the itinerary to do things are arranged in advance.

Song Tianmo temporarily notified her to come over to deliver the documents, but it must not have been arranged on his itinerary.

"I'm sorry, you can't go up to see Mr. Song without an appointment, can you please make an appointment in advance and come back?"

Hearing the phone appointment, the smile on the face of the beautiful woman at the front desk remained unchanged, but she politely refused Ling Fei to go upstairs.

Ling Fei didn't care.

She nodded.

I'm going to make a call to Song Tianmo.

The front desk does not let me in now.

And she didn't know what floor Song Tianmo's office was on.

I can only ask Song Tianmo.

She walked over to a chair in the seating area and sat down.

opened the satchel and was about to use the mobile phone to call Song Tianmo, but after looking for a while, he didn't find it.

Ling Fei held the bag, and her face turned green.

Depend on.

She won't forget to bring her phone, right?

Drop the chain at a critical time!

Ling Fei thought about it carefully, and finally remembered...... She really dropped the phone!

After answering Song Tianmo's call from upstairs and going downstairs, she and Aunt Li packed the lunch box together, and put the mobile phone on the dining table at that time.

"That...... I really have something to do with you Mr. Song, I didn't make an appointment, but I did make an appointment by phone, but I forgot to bring the phone, can you help me report it? ”

Zipping up the satchel, Ling Fei stood up and walked to the front desk again with a smile...... Woo, she needs help now!

The smile on the face of the beautiful woman at the front desk froze.

"I can't inform you without an appointment, can you please make an appointment to come back?" I'm sorry! ”

Just then, the elevator door on the inside opened.

Dressed brightly and exquisitely, Zhong Qing held his head high, took elegant steps, and walked out of the elevator with a smile accompanied by Peng Yu, the deputy manager of Song's planning.