Chapter 533

This tone is cold. If you walk slowly, you will be killed.

"No, no," he waved hastily, "I'm out."

After Xu Yan went out, Ji Yunan lit a cigarette again. He was not addicted to cigarettes, but he had a lot of troubles recently.

The mobile phone rings. He looks at the caller ID. It's Mo Beiting's.

He called him a few days ago, but at that time, Mo Beiting might have been training and didn't answer.

It was almost four days before he came back.

"Third brother."

Mo Beiting had just finished training, and his breath was still a little breathless. He was wearing a straight military uniform and leaning against the locker to adjust his breath. "What's the matter with a phone call?"

"What's the matter?"

Ji Yunan pursed his lips and kept silent until Mo Beiting spoke impatiently again. Then he said, "what does it mean that the newly grown grass will be gnawed by the horse again?"

Mo Beiting was silent. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the people who lined up outside, shouting impassioned slogans and wearing camouflage clothes and holding their heads high.

He is a soldier. Facing Ji Yunan whose Chinese is as bad as dog's excrement, his mood is a bit complicated.

After a long time, Mo Beiting finally suppressed the hostility in his heart and said calmly, "you are sick."

"..." Ji Yunan looks out at Shi Sheng, who is frowning and typing. She has yawned a lot.

He squinted. "She's sick."

How dare she turn around and say he's sick?

Who gives the courage, more and more presumptuous, and last night

Ji Yunan's face is very heavy, but some red marks appear on her auricles. Last night, her legs were also a little hot.

He pinched his eyebrows. It seems that there should be a woman around him.

He thought of Mu Qinghuan, he had feelings for her, no doubt. But at the beginning, they were not willing to compromise for each other because of their different personalities, so they lost both sides in running in.

He broke up with her, but he didn't want to make up again.

Mo Beiting

He coughed: "no, I mean you're brain sick. Go and have a look. Also, don't call next time to say you don't know Chinese. "

Ji Yunan is ready to speak. The phone has been cut off.

what the fuck.

He burst a sentence thick, the mobile phone casually throw aside.

……

Xu Yan took Ji Yunan's check and went to the finance department to pay one million yuan, but he got the money, but how to give it to Shi Sheng is still a problem.

Ji always says to give in his name, but he doesn't know when Sheng's family has an accident, how to give.

Most of all, he doesn't look like a man who can take out a million at a time.

It's full of holes.

Xu Yan sat in his seat like a voyeur and watched Shisheng for at least ten minutes. Seeing that she was yawning after drinking two cups of espresso, she walked over and said, "Shisheng, do you want to have a rest? I think you can't even read the words on the computer."

"No," Shisheng yawned again, tears came down. "This meeting record is always in a hurry. I can lie on my desk for two hours at noon. You can go and be busy. Don't worry about me."

The duties of a secretary and an assistant are different. Xu Yan can't help her with her work.

"You're in a bad state these days. Is something wrong with your family?"

When Sheng pulled the corner of his lip, while chatting with Xu Yan, he rubbed his stiff cervical spine. "My mother had a sudden respiratory failure last night, and she didn't go to bed until very late."

"It's not easy for you to be a woman. Let me know if you need any help."

"Yes, thank you."

Xu Yan felt that he had made his words very clear. As long as he was a little bit on the road, he could climb up the pole.

As a result, Sheng nodded and said thank you to him. Then he continued to work hard to sort out the meeting materials.

Xu Yan

Does he want to tell Shi Sheng directly: if you are in trouble, tell me that I don't need money. I still have a million in my pocket and I'm trying to lend it to you.

Just as he stood on one side of the dilemma, Ji Yunan came out, "Shisheng, go."

He didn't say what was the matter. He seemed to be in a hurry. He walked out of the office quickly while wearing his coat.

When Sheng hurried to pick up things to keep up, but still slow step, Ji Yunan has pressed the elevator.

"Mr. Ji, what's the matter?"

If it's a matter of the company, most of them will be transferred to Ji Yunan's office through the secretary department. Unless it's a very important matter, they will call Ji Yunan directly.