Enron sat on the ground and glared at Jiang Fengming's men.
What kind of master there is, what kind of subordinates there are.
Enron was afraid that Jiang Fengming's men might notice something. He eased the pain of his stomach a little, so he stood up carefully, and then walked toward his desk. After thinking about it, he turned and went to the sofa.
She felt very uncomfortable in her lower abdomen. If she was sitting in an office chair, it would be even more uncomfortable. Maybe she would feel a little better if she was lying on the sofa.
Enron went to the sofa, sat down, and then lay down.
Jiang Fengming's men didn't say anything, as long as they were safe and quiet and didn't go out of the office. The others were just in the office and could do whatever they wanted.
Safely lying on the sofa, but such a trip, the belly of the bulge is slightly visible.
Enron's hands overlap, put on the slightly raised abdomen, covered, but still not at ease.
"Get me a blanket. The blanket is in the cupboard. If you don't let me out of the office, I can sleep."
Enron didn't say well, the tone is very resentful.
"This is OK." Jiang Fengming's men returned, then went to the cabinet, opened the door of the cabinet, took out a blanket and a pillow.
Take these and give them to Enron.
Enron covered himself with a blanket, pillow, looking at the ceiling, thinking about how to support Jiang Fengming's men, and then find a chance to call Shen Qingqing?
Jiang Fengming's office.
After taking a bath, Jiang Fengming changes into a clean suit and tie, and then presses the inside line to Lisa.
"Get ready for the meeting."
"OK, President Jiang." Lisa looks at the time and answers.
"By the way, you can assign Enron's work to others, and she won't come to work in the future. You can see the arrangements for the tasks handed over." Jiang Fengming remembers something and continues to say to Lisa.
Lisa frowned slightly after hearing this, with some doubts. Although she was curious, she didn't ask anything.
"OK, Mr. Jiang, I see." Lisa replied.
After Jiang Fengming hung up the landline, he called his subordinates and said in a calm voice, "take Enron to the compartment of my office. Without my order, she is not allowed to come out, nor is anyone allowed to enter the compartment."
"Yes, boss." His subordinates responded.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fengming's staff let Enron go to Jiang Fengming's office with him.
Enron must have been reluctant to go. He was very resistant.
"I'm not going. It's good for me to sleep here." Enron wrapped the blanket tightly.
When Jiang Fengming's men saw Enron's appearance, they didn't bother to talk with her any more. They directly carried Enron and walked out of Enron's office with blankets on their shoulders and headed for Jiang Fengming's office.
All the colleagues of the president's office watched Enron helplessly, wrapped like a zongzi, and carried to Jiang Fengming's office.
Cold house, first floor hall.
Shen Qingqing looks at the news of Zhanfeng's work group on her mobile phone. The more she looks at it, the more flustered she is.
"No, Enron must have had an accident." Shen Qingqing frowned with great worry.
"Why, how to say that." After listening to Fu Qing, he hurriedly came over and asked. In his heart, he was more worried than Shen Qingqing.
"You see." Shen Qingqing hands the mobile phone to Fu Qing and signals him to see what Zhanfeng's work group has said.
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