Chapter 23

"Luo Wanyi, you say every day that Mo Jingyao is about to wake up, but a week has passed. He is not only awake, but also injured in his coma. Can such Mo Jingyao be competent as the president of Mohist group?"

"Yes, we must re elect a new president today. Otherwise, we will not have a good life in the future if we go on without a leader."

"Luo Wanyi, don't try to protect Mo Jingyao just because you are an executive director. What company uses a vegetable equivalent to a dead person as its president? Isn't this a joke about the interests of the company and the rights and interests of our shareholders? "

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Hearing this, Yu se walked to the elevator.

As if I didn't hear it, it had nothing to do with her.

As long as Mo Jingyao doesn't die.

She doesn't care what he should be.

It's not that she wants to be president. What does she care about.

"Well, isn't that a metaphor? Stop her."

However, the more she didn't want to pay attention to these people, they would pay attention to her.

In an instant, she was stopped.

The men and women of the second room of the Mohist house surrounded.

"Don't go. Since you are here, you can give us a happy word. Can Mo Jingyao wake up? If you don't have the ability to wake him up, he's going to have to take off the post of president today. "

"Shut up, it's nothing to do with color. What's coming at me?" Over there, Luo Wanyi saw the metaphor and her eyes became a little deeper.

"To you? We've been reasoning for half an hour, and you haven't a word of bullshit. Do you want us to do something to you? "

"Brother and daughter-in-law, you're a dead pig. We've learned from it. Today we have to make sure whether Mo Jingyao can wake up or not."

"Yes, if you can't wake up, please give up your talents. Don't occupy the manger. You don't want to be shameless."

In this way, people's goal shifted from Luo Wanyi to metaphor.

What's more, looking at the metaphorical eyes is like a fire.

I really don't like metaphor.

Ming Dynasty, the earliest doctor had announced that Mo Jingyao was dead. However, he would wake up when he married this metaphor. Therefore, if there was no metaphor, maybe one of them would have become the president of Mohist group.

So, when I look at Yu se, I want to stab her to death.

Yu se didn't say a word. She was not from Mohist school. She didn't want to wade in this muddy water.

Hula's people soon surrounded Yu Se and Luo Wanyi.

It is hard to count these two former enemies into a group.

As soon as Yu se wanted to explain that he had nothing to do with Luo Wanyi, someone called out, "the old lady is not good."

This voice attracted all the people to look at the past, and then, at the same time, ran to the old lady who had been exposed to the sun for a long time.

The old lady really lay on the ground, her head resting on the servant's body, her hands rubbing her eyebrows, her lips trembling, but even if she was so uncomfortable, she was still whispering, "shut up, go back, and let Jingyao be quiet."

"Doctor, doctor, come here." Luo Wanyi was the quickest response in the crowd, so she called the doctor in a hurry.

The doctors on the periphery came up to the old lady and shook her head. "I'm a surgeon. I'm an old lady. I'm I... "

"Get to the hospital." The second family's wish was to take away the old lady who had always been leaning towards Mo Jingyao.

Luo Wanyi's face sank. "Yang Jialan, the old lady is gone. Even if you want to re elect a president, I won't seal it without the consent of the old lady. Even if you elect a president today, you can't take office."