Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Ji Mingyou supported his head, his attitude was still as calm as water, and he gave a simple explanation of the project, then stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Since everyone agrees, I will let Tang Yun implement it as soon as possible, but there are still objections?"

"No, everyone can see Mr. Ji's ability."

"See you later." Ji Mingyou responded, got up quickly, and walked out of the conference hall with ease.

Many shareholders wanted to curry favor, and seeing their target leave, they focused on Tang Yun, rushing over in a swarm.

Tang Yun couldn't help smiling wryly, and dealt with it gently to deal with the aftermath.

The veteran of the company also got up, with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly: "Ji Mingyou is a good seedling, no wonder the old Ji asked him to shoulder the burden."

"Mr. Ji is still young, and his future is limitless." The company veterans praised him and walked away.

Sun Peixing sat in a daze until the end, took out his plan from the folder, and frantically tore it to pieces.

"Master Ji definitely did it on purpose. Do you think Ji Mingyou has the ability to suppress me?" Sun Peixing clenched his fists and beat on the table, causing the clear water in the cup to shake, with a sneer on his face.

Ji Mingyou's attention and admiration were all taken away, and all his efforts were to make steps for others.

He does not give in to this, and is even more displeased with being overwhelmed by life.

Sun Peixing's eyes were fierce, and a cold light flashed across his dark pupils, and he said in a deep voice, "Ji Mingyou, you are too an eyesore."

"Go and check Ji Mingyou, I want all the information, and use the fastest speed." Sun Peixing called his subordinate and ordered bluntly.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you take the opportunity to bring Ji Mingyou down.

"Be careful not to be noticed by the Ji family." Sun Peixing added anxiously, remembering Mr. Ji's ulterior motives in his eyes.

"Yes, manager."

Sun Peixing frowned, straightened his clothes and walked out, greeted the staff with a happy face, and walked to the office with his head held high.

He has lofty ambitions and will never tolerate anyone standing in his way.

In the dessert shop, Liu Lu sighed from time to time, wiped her teacup absently, and hated her fiasco.

On the contrary, Lin Weiwei happily hummed a ditty and cleared the dining table, with Zhang Bao jumping up and down beside him.

The laughter from the two of them made Liu Lu almost grit her silver teeth.

"Uncle is back."

The slender Ji Mingyou walked slowly, his eyes were as clear as the moon, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle, my aunt just taught me a move, it's very handsome, do you want to learn it?" Zhang Baobao opened his arms, jumped over happily like a bird, raised his clean face and smiled.

Ji Mingyou hugged him in his arms all of a sudden, walked to the table, and said without thinking: "I wonder if Coach Lin is willing to teach me a half-movement and let me learn a little bit?"

Lin Weiwei stopped the movement of his hands, gave him a blank look, pushed the two people aside, and warned sharply: "I just finished cleaning, so don't make trouble for me."

"Just now when my aunt finished mopping the floor, the bag stepped on it, and my aunt got angry." Zhang Baobao poked his little hand aggrievedly, and murmured softly as he explained the cause and effect.

Ji Mingyou nodded with a smile, bent down to put down the bag, and said solemnly, "In order to learn something from Coach Lin, uncle has to stand on the same front with her."

Zhang Baobao showed a bitter face, approached Lin Weiwei fawningly, and took out a bag of small biscuits from his arms.

"Bags, one bag is enough for Coach Lin." Ji Mingyou said seriously, with gentle eyes, stretching out his slender fingers to gesture the small box in the air.

"Ji Mingyou, don't teach the children badly, and find fault with me after you finish your work." Lin Weiwei picked up the rag and threw it on the table at once, the anger on his body seemed to be drenched with oil, and became more violent.

"Is it true that my aunt will never be angry after my uncle finishes the matter?" Zhang Baobao continued to ask along with the words.

"Yeah, by the way, Ji Mingyou, what have you been up to lately?" Lin Weiwei asked casually, pretending to be busy.

Ji Mingyou covered his mouth and let out a deep laugh. His voice was magnetic and seductive, and he said softly: "I was asked to beat the next person, but fortunately, it has been completed."

"At that time, someone's inspiring words seemed to be in my ears. I am especially grateful." Ji Mingyou touched Lin Weiwei's head and said in a deep voice in her ear.

At that time, her recklessness surprised him, and he could feel that it was sincere.

Lin Weiwei's small face was as red as the setting sun, and it felt hot to the touch. His brain was extremely chaotic, and he repeated skilled movements and kept wiping the table.

Ji Mingyou, don't get so close, she will feel embarrassed too.

It was the first time that she was thanked for such a joy, and she had the strength to fight in the ring.

Zhang Baobao's small eyes turned with the rotation of the rag, and he became dizzy for a while: "Auntie's table is as smooth as a disc, don't wipe it anymore, Baobao's eyes are so uncomfortable."

Lin Weiwei smiled and raised her hand, annoyed by her gaffe, and quickly ran to the tool room with the rag.

Liu Lu looked at the blushing Lin Weiwei, jealousy flashed in her eyes, she walked over with the hot tea she had brewed, and said weakly, "Boss Ji, are you tired, drink some tea to moisten your throat."

"Liu Lu, thank you." Ji Mingyou unbuttoned his collar, took a cup of tea to sip, and leisurely checked Tang Yun's report.

"The project is in the process of being sorted out. The shareholders are very satisfied and the chairman is very happy." Tang Yun sent a few documents and reported smoothly.

"Remember not to let the media intervene. I still focus on telecommuting and block the news." Ji Mingyou typed and sent the information. He showed his skills for the first time, but he still focused on behind-the-scenes.

"I will not let the media spread the word and guarantee Ji Zong's freedom of action."

When Ji Mingyou got a satisfactory answer, he took another sip of tea, and the strong tea fragrance filled his mouth, so he couldn't help but nodded.

"Boss Ji, isn't the tea I made pretty good?" Liu Lu caught the surprise in his eyes, was immediately elated, and asked shyly.

Ji Mingyou raised his head, with astonishment in his eyes, realizing that Liu Lu hadn't left yet, he smiled and said, "It's really good."

Liu Lu's smile froze, the excitement faded away, and she said dryly, "Boss Ji, just drink well."

She was actually ignored, since when did she not be taken seriously?

After Lin Weiwei came, Liu Lu's heart hurt like a needle, and her eyes were sinister.

Zhang Baobao pouted, picked up the teacup and took a sip, a little unaccustomed to drinking, stuck out his tongue and said: "Baobao doesn't taste good."

He remembered the helplessness when he was stopped, and hated this woman to death.

She is so bad, why did she pretend to be weak?
Liu Lu's face was pale, she bit her lips tightly, her sensitive heart was hit hard again, she lowered her eyes and trembled slightly.

"Baobao, quickly apologize to Liu Lu." Ji Mingyou said in a deep voice with reproach in his tone.

Zhang Baobao twisted his body, he was telling the truth, just because Liu Lu couldn't get used to it, he had to bow his head first because of her fragility?

"It's okay, it's difficult for everyone to agree. The tea I made hasn't reached the point where everyone likes it." Liu Lu shook her head slightly, showing a considerate smile, pretending to be strong.

She has to learn to find out what type Ji Mingyou likes, and if she learns it, she can easily walk into his heart.