President Daddy’s Excessive Love

Qiao Zhuo didn't expect to receive such a mission in the middle of the night. He didn't consider it a mission because Qiao Zhuo admired power and status. He felt that this was an opportunity to reach an agreement with Mr. President. It was also an important turning point in his life. Therefore, when he went to work the next morning, he paid extra attention to his words and actions.    

He had a face that women liked. He had rare phoenix eyes, smiling lips, handsome features, and funny words. Many women took the initiative to approach him.    

Qiao Zhuo was a diplomat. However, due to some major leaks in some jobs, he had been demoted to an administrative position in the news department. However, his ambition was still there. Although he had been demoted, he still smiled at life. It was a good impression.    

Qiao Zhuo took the initiative to help a colleague to deliver information to the archive early in the morning. He was dressed in work clothes. He was handsome, sunny, and had a good temperament. He was curious about what his target looked like.    

Qiao Zhuo was striding down a corridor when suddenly, a girl came out of his head. The documents in their hands fell to the ground when they accidentally bumped into each other.    

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The girl looked a little panicked. She quickly lowered her head to pick up the documents.    

Qiao Zhuo also quickly blamed himself. "It's my fault. I left in a hurry."    

The girl looked up and smiled at him, indicating that she had her own responsibilities.    

When Qiao Zhuo reached out to pick up the document in front of her, his eyes suddenly saw the work number on her clothes. Lan Yanxi was written on it. His outstretched hand instantly froze.    

"Which department are you from?" Qiao Zhuo was a little panicked and nervous for a moment. He did not expect to bump into Lan Yanxi so coincidentally on the way to the archive room. He could only calm himself down and pretended to be curious.    

"The archive room!" Lan Yanxi pointed at her work plate.    

Qiao Zhuo's expression changed. He quickly picked up a few documents that did not belong to him and mixed them into his pile of documents. He then pretended to stand up in a hurry. "I'm in a hurry for a meeting."    

With that said, he turned around and walked towards the news department. He decided not to go to the archive room. He believed that Lan Yanxi would soon come to him to get back the documents. These documents were very important and needed to be kept and archived. There were fewer pages in them. Lan Yanxi would definitely find them when she checked them.    

"Oh..." Lan Yanxi, who was still a newcomer, did not expect that the other party would take her documents wrongly. She felt that she could not understand these documents and the other party would definitely not take them randomly. After all, it was very troublesome to take back the wrong things.    

Unfortunately, Lan Yanxi was naive.    

Wan Qianqian's work officially began. She took off her coat and wore a blue sweater with a high collar. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing a small white and slender arm. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail. She held a brush and drew on the wall smoothly. She was a natural painter. Every stroke she made had an extraordinary artistic conception. It was admirable.    

A message suddenly appeared on Wan Qianqian's phone. She quickly put down her brush and said to the assistant beside her, "Bring my phone over!"    

The assistant quickly sent it over. Wan Qianqian stared at it. The corners of his mouth rose in an instant: "I have something to do at noon. You can tidy up this place later."    

The assistant quickly nodded her head and agreed. Wan Qianqian spread her long hair and decided to go to the washroom to make up for her makeup. Because the President said first, he asked Ling Mofeng to have lunch together at noon and wanted to call her along.    

Actually, it was just a casual meal. It was not for outsiders. It was just that some of the internal leaders gathered together to have lunch. Wan Qianqian knew that this was a good opportunity for her and naturally would not miss it.    

Wan Qianqian took her handbag and quickly went to the washroom. As soon as she went in, she saw a woman who was also putting on makeup in front of the mirror.    

Yang He saw the beautiful woman who came in and quickly put away the cheap cosmetics in her hands. Her pair of beautiful eyes could not hide her hatred as she stared at Wan Qianqian.    

They were both women. Wan Qianqian seemed to know the jealousy in the other party's eyes when he looked at her.    

However, she did not care. Beautiful things were born to make people jealous. It was the same for women. Who did not envy those natural beauties?    

Yang He did not leave immediately. She pretended to take out her phone to play.    

Wan Qianqian opened her handbag and took out expensive cosmetics. It was something Yang He wanted even in her dreams, just like when she opened Lan Yanxi's cosmetic bag and saw the things that she might not even have in her lifetime. She understood that beautiful women, everything that was piled up on their bodies could only be described as expensive. It was only natural that one could only be beautiful with money. She was more and more aware of the problem of reality.    

Wan Qianqian traced her red lips and her pair of eyes found that the woman beside her was peeping at her. She put down her lipstick and asked lightly, "Miss, do you need my help?"    

Yang He suddenly woke up and immediately gave a cold laugh. "Why do I need your help?"    

"I thought you wanted to understand the effects of my cosmetics." Wan Qianqian smiled.    

Yang He's face turned pale with anger. She snorted and left quickly.    

Wan Qianqian adjusted her collar. She was glad that she was still dressed beautifully today. She believed that she would not lose her elegance at the dining table later.    

Ling Mofeng received Mr. President's invitation. Lunch was enjoyed together with the officials on the third floor of the office canteen.    

Lieutenant Chu asked worriedly, "Sir, Mr. President suddenly invited you to lunch. I don't know why."    

"Maybe it has something to do with the comments of some politicians recently. He wants to do some superficial work to ease our relationship." Ling Mofeng said indifferently.    

"Is it because they said that the shooting of you had something to do with him? It wasn't done by terrorists?" Lieutenant Chu couldn't help but ask.    

"Maybe. Anyway, since he invited me, I have to go." Ling Mofeng sneered.    

"It is just a meal. It should not be dangerous, right?" Lieutenant Chu wanted to protect him, but the people sitting at the table were all important ministers of the country. He was afraid that he had no right to sit at the table.    

"It's okay. I will be careful myself. There are many of our people inside. He won't do anything." Ling Mofeng was not afraid.    

Ling Mofeng was only second to Mr. President at the lunch table. A beautiful woman was arranged beside him. It was Wan Qianqian. As soon as she entered the room, she heard the staff say that she was next to Ling Mofeng. She was delighted.    

Because this was a very private lunch, the seats arranged here were not that important anymore.    

When Ling Mofeng stepped in and saw Wan Qianqian, his eyes changed slightly.    

"Mr. Vice President, hello!" Wan Qianqian quickly stood up and greeted him politely.    

"Why are you here?" Ling Mofeng sat down in his seat to express his surprise.    

"I was invited by Mr. President. It is my honor to be able to sit next to Mr. Vice President." Wan Qianqian had always been generous in her manners.    

At this moment, old president also came in. On the round table sat the important ministers of the two sects. old president looked at them. With a glance, he said with a smile, "Letting Miss Wan accompany us old men for a meal must be very boring. Fortunately, I arranged for our young and promising Mr. Vice President to sit beside you. You young people have no generation gap, so it is easier for you to communicate with each other."    

The group of ministers below also smiled and echoed, but Ling Mofeng smiled faintly and said, "I appreciate your kind intentions, sir. I am afraid Miss Wan will dislike my dull and boring."    

Wan Qianqian, however, opened her mouth and smiled at the right time. "Mr. Vice President is too modest. I have always admired your talent and bearing. To have such a good opportunity to interact with you at the table is really a very happy thing."    

It was just a simple meal. The officials on the table were not talking about the national affairs. Instead, they were talking about the wine fragrance of the lunch. Wan Qianqian had already offered a round of wine. At this moment, her face was slightly red and she felt dizzy and was about to get drunk.    

Ling Mofeng's alcohol tolerance was not bad. Moreover, his men had also secretly helped him block a lot of wine. Therefore, although his handsome face was slightly red, he wasn't drunk.    

Suddenly, Wan Qianqian, who was beside him, leaned her head against his shoulder.