Chapter 14：

The document stayed on Lu Mingshi's desk for three days.

Because the boss is in a bad mood recently, even the company's cleaning aunt dare not enter the president's office. After a few days, a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the documents.

There was a high-level meeting on this day, and the middle and high-level cadres who did not dare to neglect came to the venue early. Everyone knows that Lu is always a person who cherishes time, and he will be scolded for being late for a while.

However, the time has come, and the only person who has not been there is Mr. Lu himself.

The beautiful and elegant female secretary apologized to tell everyone that Mr. Lu would be five minutes late for being unwell.

"it's okay no problem."

"President Lu's body is the most important."

"We can do it ourselves."

Five minutes later, Lu Mingshi's tall body appeared at the door, with thin meeting materials under his armpit.

There was a little flushing on his cheeks, but the whole face was pale and thin. Looking carefully, his cheeks were even slightly recessed, and the sun cast a faint shadow on his face.

The breath is a bit panting, the suit buttons are tightly buttoned, but...

The female secretary wiped her eyes, she was right, Mr. Lu actually has a belly!

The female secretary felt sad for the entire company's fans. The idol actually betrayed us and had a belly without authorization.

Speaking of the recent schedule of the president, fitness is indeed missing, but the frequency of going to the doctor is much higher.

Mr. Lu is really working hard.

It must be because you are so busy that you don’t have time to exercise, so your body becomes bad!

*

Lu Mingshi has indeed been very hard recently.

I don't know why, his body's reaction is far beyond that of ordinary people, and he was just plain uncomfortable. Since knowing the existence of a baby, he vomited a mess every morning, afternoon and evening.

Lu Zong's schedule:

Get up early and throw up once.

Throw up once after breakfast.

Throw up once after lunch.

Look at the documents in the afternoon and vomit one or two times.

Throw up once after dinner.

Throw up once before going to bed.

Throw up once at night...

-Nausea may be late, but never absent!

Mother Chen was overjoyed as she watched the food brought into the house come out with empty plates.

When Anqiao looked at Lu Ming, his whole body was getting thinner and thinner, and he was worried.

An Qiao conjured up a bunch of small bottles and gave it to Lu Mingshi: "This is a nutrient specially developed for your physical condition..."

Lu Mingshi glared fiercely at the medicines: "The taste is too horrible, can't you adjust the taste?"

An Qiao sternly said: "Only this is effective. If Mr. Lu doesn't like the taste, he might as well have a lollipop."

Nourishment is not a long-term solution. Lu Ming was holding the toilet and vomiting tears in his eyes at night. He never wanted to see a little **** so much.

He sat on the indoor constant-temperature floor, touched the inconspicuous lower abdomen, and said to himself: "Baby, your dad ran away and didn't want us, so behave and stop torturing dad, okay?"

Before he finished his words, Lu Mingshi frowned again, covering his mouth.

Hey.

Is there any way for their children.

Supernatural powers are vast, not afraid of tall, handsome, evil, maddening, and the city's vote of the first ideal type, Mr. Lu, has no idea.

With a wry smile, he turned on the faucet to rinse his mouth.

Small things may be as big as a grape, so they can rebel.

I have to wait for it to be born...

Gee.

So where is Gu Yixin?

Lu Mingshi lay on the bed, curled himself up into a ball, yelling at the guilty man in his dream.

*

Lu Mingshi sat at the front of the conference table.

He stared at the folder he had opened, lost in thought.

There was silence in the conference room, and even a pin dropped to the ground could be heard.

Which one of the ineffective jobs has a fault that caused Mr. Lu to be angry?

Or is the company facing a bankruptcy crisis due to major policy changes?

Everyone did not dare to show up, and no one dared to look at the president who was trapped in their own world. They looked down at the documents in front of them with guilty conscience.

If the eyes can condense into substance, the long mahogany conference table would have burned out about fifty holes.

The female secretary was thinking whether to remind the president that she was still in the meeting, and finally moved when she saw Lu Ming.

He opened his mouth blankly, closed the folder in front of him, and stood up—

Suddenly the chair clashed, and the pages of documents clashed.

Everyone is fighting two battles, for fear that the president will call him by name.

Lu Mingshi: "I have something urgent to deal with. The meeting is over."

The female secretary panted and followed behind: "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, I have an appointment with an important client to talk about things in the afternoon. Look..."

"Cancel." Lu Ming got into the car without looking back, and said to the driver, "How long will it take to get to County X?"

The driver was shocked: "One and a half hours."

"For so long." Lu Mingshi said to himself with a calm face, "Can't it be faster?"

"...Boss," the driver finally reminded, "You can take a helicopter."

Yeah.

I am a president.

I can take a helicopter.

Lu Mingshi thought to himself that he had forgotten even this, for fear that it was not pregnancy that would really affect IQ.