Qianjin's counterattack: Mr. Gu stay away from me

Hearing Zheng Jiaming mention Zheng Datong, Wu Meijuan's anger rose even more, because Zheng Datong has not come back yet.

"Why do you mention him? Your dad is because he doesn't know what to do and is worthless! He doesn't want to stay at home and I don't want to see him!"

"Don't talk about my dad like that! It's all because you've been too strong all these years and didn't respect him at all, so he doesn't want to stay at home!"

Wu Meijuan's words were extremely unpleasant, and Zheng Jiaming also succeeded in getting angry.

Wu Meijuan watched her son talking to her like this, picked up the milk placed next to the table, and slammed it on the ground.

Immediately, white liquid was splashed everywhere on the floor, and Wu Meijuan looked at Zheng Jiaming with red eyes.

"You are presumptuous! Are you wearing a pair of pants with your father now! Do you talk to your mother like this! Did I usually teach you to talk back to me!"

Because of the sound of the glass breaking, the servant hurried over and saw two people arguing.

"What I said is the truth! Why don't you think about your own reasons? You just blame others blindly! My dad will become like this now, it's all because of you!"

Wu Meijuan trembled from Zheng Jiaming's anger, and her chest fluctuated up and down because of anger, and she almost lost her footing, but fortunately she held onto the table.

The servant hurried forward to support Wu Meijuan, "Master, please stop talking! Madam, she is not in good health!"

Seeing this, Zheng Jiaming was unwilling to say anything more to Wu Meijuan, and sat down on a chair to deal with the matter at hand.

"I think I raised a white-eyed wolf! I raised you just to make you contradict me!"

Zheng Jiaming was still unmoved by Wu Meijuan's noise, but this reaction made Wu Meijuan even more angry.

The servant on the side quickly grabbed Wu Meijuan, "Madam, go back first, don't get angry, it's bad for your health."

Wu Meijuan looked at Zheng Jiaming, but in the end she didn't say anything, and left with the servant.

When Wu Meijuan just left her room, Zheng Jiaming patted the table angrily.

"Come on!"

"Master."

"Clean up the floor." After leaving this order, Zheng Jiaming went back to his bed and lay down.

The servant left after tidying up the house, and Zheng Jiaming didn't get a good night's sleep because of a series of things.

The next day, Zheng Jiaming had a simple breakfast, and was carried to the company in a wheelchair by someone.

"Notify immediately and call an emergency meeting with the project manager."

By the time the project managers arrived at the conference room, Zheng Jiaming had already been sitting there waiting for a while.

Seeing Zheng Jiaming's expressionless face, everyone couldn't help trembling in their hearts, and hurried back to their seats and sat down.

"You are getting more and more lazy now, and you have kept me waiting for such a long time after notifying an emergency meeting!"

Zheng Jiaming's voice was not loud, but it was extremely intimidating. It could be heard that he was holding back his anger.

"I'm sorry President, we will pay attention to it in the future."

One of the managers clenched his hands and responded to Zheng Jiaming. Because someone started, the rest of them also responded.

"And how do you project managers do things! If you don't work hard, get out, our group doesn't support idlers!"

Zheng Jiaming touched the document in his hand to the table in front of them, and the whole conference room didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing the silence below, Zheng Jiaming sneered, making the temperature of the entire meeting room extremely low.

"Why don't you talk? Aren't you guys very good these days?"

Zheng Jiaming glanced around at the people below, "I just took a few days off because of my leg injury, have you forgotten who the president of the group is?"

"Everyone of you better cheer up! Don't let me catch you again!"

After leaving these words, Zheng Jiaming was pushed out of the meeting room. After he left, everyone in the meeting room breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with the president today? He's so angry."

"Yeah, although he is usually fierce, he is quite flat when he speaks anyway."

"This is the first time I've seen our president get angry, it's too scary!"

"... "

"Hello, I want to find President Zheng."

Wearing sunglasses, Leng Qiuhong came to the front desk with corn rib soup in his hand.

The lady at the front desk glanced at Leng Qiuhong, her face was full of disdain, and she ignored it.

Seeing that the front desk ignored him, Leng Qiuhong was not angry, smiled, and said softly again.

"Hello, I'm looking for President Zheng, can you convey it to me?"

The front desk lady glanced at Leng Qiuhong, then saw the lunch box in her hand, and snorted coldly.

It must be another vixen who heard that President Zheng came to work today, so he came here to flatter him.

"Miss, every day there will be a lot of ladies and ladies coming over to show hospitality to our president, you should just wait over there!"

"You're mistaken, I know your president, I'm here..."

"Miss, come to me every day and tell me that there are a lot of people who know our president. Would you believe it if it was you? If you want to see the president, yes, just wait there!"

The front desk interrupted Leng Qiuhong, picked up a book and read it, and ignored her.

Leng Qiuhong knew that if he passed through the front desk, he would definitely not see Zheng Jiaming, so he went to the waiting area to find a sofa and sat down.

On this side, Su Hong happened to come back from the outside and passed by the hall when he saw Leng Qiuhong wearing sunglasses, and was taken aback for a moment.

"It looks familiar."

But because I still have something to report to Zheng Jiaming quickly, I got on the elevator without thinking too much.

"Mr. Zheng, take a look. This document needs your confirmation and signature."

Zheng Jiaming took the document, looked it over, made sure it was correct, signed his name, and handed it to Su Hong.

"Anything else?"

Seeing that Su Hong was still standing there without any intention of leaving, Zheng Jiaming asked aloud.

"President, I saw Miss Yi in the lobby just now, wearing sunglasses, but judging from her figure and dress, she seems to be Miss Leng Qiuhong and Leng."

After thinking for a long time, Su Hong finally thought of who this familiar figure was.

Hearing Leng Qiuhong's name, Zheng Jiaming raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Really?"

Su Hong nodded, "Although she is wearing sunglasses, she should be right."

Zheng Jiaming looked at his mobile phone, there was no call from Leng Qiuhong, "Don't tell me in advance if you come, go and invite Miss Leng up!"

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Su Hong bent slightly and walked out of the president's office.