Chapter 38

Without Jing Jihan, more than a dozen directors and Jing Yuanbin in the conference room accused each other and became a mess.

A group of well-dressed people sat there, shirking their responsibilities and arguing for two hours.

It's true that Jing Jihan is not here, but Mr. Jing is still a living man. These close relatives and directors who claim to be senior members of the Jing family are fighting for inheritance.

The scene is boiling and noisy. Master Jing's head aches when he listens to these people's quarrels. He smashes his crutch on the ground and scolds: "who can fart more and get out of the group building! I'm not dead yet

There was no sound in the conference room.

Mr. Jing stood up clutching a crutch and asked him to sort out the financial statements of Hefeng finance, Hehui securities and other companies in charge of venture capital in the name of those old directors and show them to him before 6 p.m.

When they saw that the old man was old and retired for a long time, his dignity and determination were still there.

The meeting ended in the old man's cold voice and displeasure, and the executives were all disheartened and came out from the door.

After walking out of the conference room, Lu Zhao turned on the earphone and connected the communication equipment: "Mr. Jing."

He knew that Jing Jihan had listened to all the situations at the regular meeting of the company.

Jing Jihan said: "the remnant left by the old board of directors of Hefeng is a problem left over by the history of the company. The group has not approved any project documents for them in the past two years. Their funding gap is too big. They have no choice but to find Jing Yuanbin to take advantage of this matter to divert their attention. I have my own discretion to remind the old man not to worry too much about this."

As soon as the voice fell, when the door rang, Su picked up the news of Mianmian's coming back. He hung up the phone.

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When Su at home and read a morning script, get up too early, not to noon on sleepy attack.

Forced to hold his eyes, want to continue to see for a while, finally still do not know when to lie on the living room coffee table fell asleep.

"Mommy ~" came out of the children's room with a baby in one hand and a toy pizza in the other. This weekend, she played in the room for a long time and made a variety of "big meals" for the baby in the toy kitchen. She didn't rush out until she was hungry.

"Mommy?" Shi Mianmian walks to the tea table and looks at Shi Su with her head tilted. She sees that mommy is asleep. First she looks down at her toy pizza, then she turns around and runs to the master bedroom and knocks on the door.

"Uncle, uncle Jihan ~" Mianmian whispered while knocking on the door.

Jing Jihan opens the door and looks down at the little guy whose height barely reaches his thigh.

When Mianmian hooked his finger, it means to let him squat down.

Jing Jihan looked at her for a moment, and saw that she hooked two fingers toward him, as if he was worried. He hesitated for half a second, and slowly bent down: "how?"

Seeing that he squatted down, Mianmian quickly put his fleshy little arm around his Bo Zi and put it close to his ear. He pursed his pink mouth and whispered, "my mommy is asleep, but I'm hungry. Uncle, what are we going to eat?"

The little guy's body is full of sweet milk fragrance, and he still has a doll in his hand. He can't hold him tightly. When he put his little arm around his neck, he made a little effort, as if he was afraid that he would stand up next. His body almost leaned against him, and his eyes blinked and blinked, full of trust.

Jing Jihan didn't push her away. He just slightly glanced at the direction of the sofa. No matter how sticky it was, it couldn't arouse his boredom.

Because the back of the sofa was blocked, I couldn't see what Sue was doing, but the little guy held his neck and didn't let go, so he simply picked her up with one hand and stood up.

When I saw this, Sue fell asleep on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Wow! Uncle, you can hold me, uncle, are you hurt well... "When the continuous excited voice raised a few decibels.

Jing Jihan raised a finger and gently pressed it on her small mouth to indicate to her: "shh."