Chapter 1210

Sikong was not soft hearted when he saw his own father.

Anyway, Sikong Yao is not comfortable, he has double happiness.

Next to Feng Ting, he gathered his sharp and narrow eyes, did not speak, but expressed his position with silence.

He agreed with Sikong Jian.

"You, you..." Sikong Yao hesitated for a long time, hummed a sigh of depression, put down a cruel word.

"Well, if, as you said, regardless of their situation, m and o are forced to join hands to suppress our country Z, can you bear the responsibility?"

Sikong saw that he leaned back and put his arms on the back of the chair at random, arrogant.

"Since chief Sikong is so good, go to Miss Lu Mian and ask for the La special medicine. Do you think she will give it to you?"

“……”

After Sikong Yao was taught to be a man, how dare he go to find Lu Mian.

Going is just the end of being accepted back.

Although the cloud family is not a super family now, the cloud family has a great style. Yunsang dares to face the president's disrespect, and Lu Mian turns a blind eye to the president's request. As a chief executive, he can have some face.

Besides, I don't know if it's his illusion. He always feels that Lu Mian is somewhat hostile to him

Sikong Yao shook his head speechless, but he could not refute his son. He could only turn to the president for help.

"Mr. President, you are the only one who can do this. If you asked Lu Mian, she would agree. This is a matter of national prestige, honor and economic development. Lu Mian has the responsibility to hand in the special medicine! Otherwise, what's the use of asking her to be the richest man? "

In the final analysis, we should let Feng Ting come out.

Sikong saw the irony in the corner of his mouth, which became more and more intense.

The other senior officials looked back and forth at them, looking at each other.

The relationship between Sikong translator and chief Sikong is so strange. It's obviously a father son relationship, but every meeting will be tit for tat.

What's more, they found something even more bizarre.

When they don't talk, they look a little similar

The matter finally came to Feng Ting.

Feng Ting was not angry. He seemed to be more interested.

"I'll talk to Lu Mian about the special medicine, and it's the same result. However, she is not monolithic In private, he felt that someone should be able to persuade her.

He can fight for it.

If Lu Mian agreed, he would take the special medicine to negotiate with the M state and the o emperor, and strive to win a more favorable situation for the Z state.

If Lu Mian doesn't agree, then forget it.

But the process of striving for it cannot be less.

As president, he has to do something.

"I'll take care of it." Feng Ting said while he took out his mobile phone and sent out a text message without expression.

Sikong Yao nodded in agreement.

"If Mr. President comes forward, it will be no problem."

Other high-level officials also echoed.

"Mr. President, you have broken your heart for Z country. You have to do this kind of thing yourself. It's really our model."

"I'm deeply ashamed. I just hope to make more contributions to the president and the country in other things."

See Sikong?

He glanced at the president who focused on texting. The more he looked, the less he looked like Yazi who was doing business. He muttered again.

Does Feng Ting have any wrong ideas about Mianmian?

He has already reminded Feng Ting that it can't be like this!

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old house of the cloud family.

Lu Mian stood in the porch and pulled the zipper of the windbreaker from the bottom to the top. The collar stood up to cover her delicate jaw line.

Yun Zhishu came over and patiently folded Lu Mian's collar.

Folded neatly, just like the school uniform.

Lu Mian didn't resist either, and let Yun Zhishu play at will.

"Mianmian, will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"No, I should have dinner at Xiao's house." Lu Mian said as he tied the rope around his waist.

"Oh." Cloud know Shu left his mouth, "Qi Zhen cooking is very delicious, better than me."

Lu Mian is also honest, didn't recognize the sour taste in this words, "indeed, mother Xiao is very good at cooking."

Yun Zhishu

The woman's face, like turning a book, was a little unhappy immediately.

Lu Mian pursed her lips and thought about it a little.

"Ma Aren't you and mother Xiao best friends? Iron and porcelain? "

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