Owner!You're in the wrong nest

Turning to the last page of the PPT, Tan Yu was waiting for Jing Chen's opinion, but after waiting for a long time, Jing Chen did not speak.

Tan Yu found that Jing Chen's attention was not on him at all, so he had no choice but to increase his volume: "Mr. Jing, Mr. Jing!"

Jing Chen came back to his senses, and said casually: "What did you say just now, repeat it."

Talking about Yujue, dare to love him for a long time, but he didn't listen to a word!

In previous meetings, everyone was motivated to 12 points, fearing that the Great Demon King Jing would ask some questions that would make it difficult for them to resist. Now, the Great Demon King took the lead in sneaking out and was confident. Is this still the Jing Chen he knew!

If you have money, you get what you say, suppressing the slack in your heart, Tan Yu turned the PPT to the first few pages, picked two key issues and started talking again.

Seeing that Fanxue was about to hit the conference table, Jing Chen immediately got up and put his hands on the table, firmly supported Fanxue's small chin, turned his head and put his left index finger to his lips, and said "shh" to Tan Yu one time.

The little chin in his palm was soft, Jing Chen resisted the idea of ​​pinching it, squatted halfway on the side of Fanxue's chair, slowly supported Fanxue's head to let him lean against his chest, and wrapped his arms around Fanxue His arms and legs were bent, and he picked him up from the chair. The whole movement was cautious, as if he was treating a piece of precious white glazed porcelain.

Afterwards, Jing Chen gave Tan Yu a look like you can do it yourself, and strode out of the conference room.

Tan Yu: "..."

This time, he opened a lonely speech and repeated it twice. The answer he should have received was not a single word! !

Beautiful beauty misleads the country!

Jingchen's office is on the 108th floor. When there is something to do, the high-level executives of various departments usually go to the meeting room on the 108th floor for meetings. Usually, Jingchen hardly comes down to walk around. Some small staff in various departments have not seen Jingchen for a year or two , Jing Chen appeared on the 62nd floor today, and the employees of the perfume department were really excited. After hearing the news, the employees of other departments deliberately gathered far away beside the meeting room on the 62nd floor, wanting to see the real face of the president.

When Jing Chen came out, everyone seemed to be engrossed in their hard work, but in fact the company group was already boiling!

[Oh my god, who is Mr. Jing holding in his arms? Isn't Mr. Jing single? 】

【That silver-haired boy!Princess hug!Oh my god, it's knocked, it's knocked! 】

[? ?Mr. Jing has come to the company?How are you feeling?I have held a plan in my hand for several days and dare not submit it. 】

……

【Ahhh!Boss Jing is so handsome in real life, a hundred times more handsome than in magazines! 】

[The boss is in love. Is the ice age in our company over, so we don't need to look for cats anymore? 】

As soon as this sentence came out, the group seemed to be banned. For a moment, everyone remembered the fear of being dominated by the cat recently, and the good mood of gossip disappeared without a trace.

……

[The upstairs can't speak, so you can donate your mouth to those in need. 】

【Seconded. 】

[Second proposal +1. 】

[Second proposal +10086. 】

……

Ji An, who finished dealing with the DKL matter in Jiagu, was eating Malatang on the street at the moment. He finished the work that Jingchen had asked him to do, and he was so happy that he raised his hand and added four or five spoonfuls of spicy food to the bowl!

Ji Anhua followed the news that kept pouring out of the group, and while chatting about Malatang, he tapped out a piece of information about Jiagu in the morning with one hand, and just wanted to post it to the group to share with everyone, when he saw "Looking for cat" word.

For a moment, Ji An felt as if there were thousands of cats standing on top of his head, which made him sweat profusely, and the mala tang in the bowl suddenly became stale.

Ji An put down his chopsticks, cleared and deleted the gossip he had just typed, and stared at the screen sadly. Suddenly, Ji An felt a flash of inspiration, stood up suddenly, hurriedly scanned the payment code, turned around and ran to the company.

He seems to have found a new little ancestor for himself.