After taking the medicine, Mu Bo came forward:

"Young master, breakfast is ready."

I just took the most annoying medicine and the sequelae of drinking too much yesterday:

"No, tie, take me to the prosperous age."

"Yes, young master."

......

Flourishing entertainment.

The arrival of Mo Boyuan excited many female colleagues in the company.

At ordinary times, Mo Boyuan may simply say hello to everyone, but today, he is not so interested.

At the president's office, Tan Yiming looked up and blurted out:

"Second, are you overindulgent?"

This look of listlessness and listlessness is indeed quite like that.

Oh.

"I'd love to. I drank too much yesterday. Do you have ice water?"

Tan Yiming picked up the phone and dialed an internal line to the Secretary:

"Send a bottle of ice water in."

"OK, Mr. tan."

Tan Yiming looked carefully:

"Who is so big that can invite you to drink?"

Moreover, it is generally impossible to make this man drunk.

His drinking capacity, outsiders do not know, brothers can not know for decades?

Upon mentioning this, Mo Boyuan suddenly smiled, and Tan Yiming looked suspicious:

"Who on earth?"

The man coughed twice, and his face was showing off:

"Oh, my wife's lab dinner at school."

Tan Yiming regretted that he had just asked such a stupid question. As a result, he ate a bowl full of dog food!

"Oh, my sister-in-law finally took you to meet someone? Second, Congratulations!"

Come on, just your sour tone, I can't hear joy and congratulations anyway.

Moboyuan didn't mind. He was happy himself.

"That's right. If my wife doesn't take me, who else can she take?"

Look at that!

Take Lao Wang next door. Do you think it's feasible?

Of course, Tan Yiming's upbringing is impossible to say such words. Moreover, brothers can't talk nonsense, especially when it comes to each other's wife.

A copy was drawn from the large stack of documents next to it:

"Let's see. All the plans for the last variety show have been arranged. It depends on when you have time. The others are waiting for you."

After taking over, Mo Boyuan looked carefully and quickly. When he saw the last shooting date:

"The 15th?"

"Well, it's the 15th of this month. There's still a week left."

Moboyuan frowned and said:

"I'll make a call first."

Tan Yiming made a free hand gesture and buried himself in dealing with the documents.

After the phone was connected, moboyuan got up and walked to the window:

"Hello, Mr. Xiang, I'm Mo Zhining's father. I want to ask when the summer camp is?"

"Ah, it's father Mo? The summer camp is from the 13th to the 14th. It starts on the morning of the 13th and starts by bus. It needs to camp outside all night at night, so it can end on the 14th."

"When it's over, it's summer vacation, isn't it?"

"Yes, after the activity, the children are brought back by their parents."

"OK, I see. Thank you to the teacher."

"You're welcome, father mo. bye."

"Bye."

After the call, Mo Boyuan said to tan Yiming at the desk:

"The 15th is OK."

Although the office is large, it is quiet, so tan Yiming heard almost what was said on the phone.

"Figured it out?"

Knowing what Tan Yiming asked, Mo Boyuan did not deny it, nodded and admitted:

"Yes."

"But I want to make an opinion."