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Chapter 779 For That Child

Chapter 779 For That Child

Those department managers discussed for a long time.

Afterwards, Unified looked at the projector in front of him, which had been replaced by Yang Moyan's, "Master, we're done discussing, who should start the report?"

Someone stood up and asked.

Only then did Yang Moyan look away, "Well, let's start with you."

"Okay sir."

As the man spoke, he took out the things he had just sorted out, and spoke the official languages ​​in an orderly manner.

Yang Moyan was distracted.

Because the boy next to him moved.

Then raised his head.

Yang Moyan looked over, moved closer, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

His voice was very low.

But the microphone of the earphone was right next to his lips. Even though he lowered his voice, it was still heard very clearly by everyone in the meeting room.

The person who was still talking about the report paused for a moment, and immediately fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The assistant was also dumbfounded.

But when he thought of the person who could be paid so much attention by his young master, who else could be besides that goblin boy! ?

The assistant who came back to his senses immediately went to call his young master, "Master?"

"En?" Yang Moyan turned his gaze to the assistant on the other side of the notebook, "What?"

The assistant didn't dare to say anything too revealing, and could only hint, "Master, continue?"

Yang Moyan glanced at those people in the conference room, how could he not know the assistant's hint?

"continue."

He lowered his voice.

The person who paused just now continued immediately.

The meeting room returned to its previous atmosphere.

Then Yang Moyan's eyes fell on the young man again, and he stretched out his palm, expressing with his eyes, what he wanted to do, write it down.

Lin Zhaoxia looked at it, squinted her eyes, and pointed her fingertips in the last curled mouth, just two words, "I'm hungry."

This made Yang Moyan curl his lips silently, and mouthed: "I'll let the kitchen make porridge for you."

Lin Zhaoxia really thinks of that porridge now, and feels like taking medicine...to run away.

She blinked, looked at Yang Moyan pitifully, and stroked his palm a few more times with her fingertips: Is there nothing else but porridge?

Yang Moyan was still mouth-shaped silently: Others, are you sure your tongue won't lose your temper?

Lin Zhaoxia became quiet all of a sudden.

Remembering the pain...

She just wanted to disappear in place.

Yang Moyan's lips curled up again.

By the way, he took the phone over and pressed the keyboard a few times.

It was the phone call from the chef in the back.

He sent a message: a cup of porridge, boil it for a while, and give it to the child. "

Lin Zhaoxia just glanced out of the corner of her eye, and when she saw the words on it, she immediately said, "..."

What is that child? ?

It's like how old you are...

The head cook immediately entered the kitchen after receiving the message.

Who else could that kid be?

When you think about it, you know, besides the young master that their master brought back that day, is there anyone else in this apartment?

As for the porridge.

Watching their young master's tricks in the past two days, the chef also knows how to do it.

After about half an hour.

It was delivered upstairs.

Served in a cup with a straw.

The temperature is suitable.

When delivered to hand.

This made Yang Moyan very satisfied.

The chef is also very discerning.

After delivering the porridge, I went out, there was nothing extra.

Yang Moyan handed the cup in his hand to the young man, and saw the young master struggling with his handsome face, that expression of resistance.

But hungry again.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he stretched out his hand.

(End of this chapter)

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