Without Jing Jihan in charge, more than a dozen directors and Jing Yuanbin in the conference room accused each other and became a mess.

A group of well-dressed people sat there and shirked each other's responsibilities for two hours.

Jing Jihan is indeed not there, but Mr. Jing, a big living person, is still sitting in the main seat, and this group of uncles and nephews related to the Jing family and those directors who claim to be old high-level directors are arguing and reprimanding, and they are fighting for the inheritance.

This scene was boiling and noisy, and Old Man Jing listened to these people's quarrels and his head hurt, and his crutches smashed directly on the ground, and he scolded: "Whoever farts one more sentence will get out of the group building directly!" I'm not dead yet! ”

There was silence in the conference room.

Old man Jing stood up with a cane and asked Jing Yuanbin to sort out the financial statements of the companies responsible for venture capital, such as Hefeng Financial and Hehui Securities, under the names of the old directors, and show them to him before six o'clock in the evening.

When everyone saw that although the old man was old and had been retired for a long time, the majesty and determination he should have were still there, and he didn't dare to make a mistake for a while.

The meeting ended with the old man's cold and unhappy scolding, and the executives came out of the door one by one with scolding and dirty faces.

After walking out of the conference room, Lu Zhao pressed on the headset and connected to the communication equipment: "Mr. Jing." ”

He knew that Jing Jihan had listened to all the situations at the company's regular meeting.

Jing Jihan said lightly: "The endgame left by the old board of directors over there is a problem left over from the company's history, the group has not approved any project documents for them in the past two years, and their funding gap is too big, except to find Jing Yuanbin to take advantage of this matter to divert attention, they have no choice, I have my own sense of proportion, remind the old man not to worry too much." ”

As soon as the words fell, Su picked up the movement of Mianmian coming back when the door rang, and he hung up the phone.

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Shi Su read the script at home for a morning again, got up too early, and was sleepy before noon.

I forced my eyes to continue watching for a while, but finally I didn't know when I fell asleep on the coffee table in the living room.

"Mommy~" Shi Mianmian came out of the children's room, holding a small doll in one hand and a toy pizza in the other, this weekend, she played in the room for a long time, and used the toy kitchen to make a variety of sumptuous "meals" for the doll, until she was hungry and ran out quickly.

"Mommy?" Shi Mianmian walked to the coffee table, tilted her little head to look at Shi Su, and saw that Mommy was asleep, first looked down at the toy pizza in her hand blankly, and then turned around and ran in the direction of the master bedroom to knock on the door.

"Uncle, Uncle Ji Han~" Mianmian shouted quietly while knocking on the door.

Jing Jihan opened the door and came out, looking down at the little guy who was barely taller than his thighs.

Shi Mianmian hooked his fingers at him, meaning to let him squat down.

Jing Jihan looked at her for a moment for some reason, and saw that she hooked her fingers at him twice, as if she was in a hurry, he hesitated for half a second, and slowly leaned down: "What?" ”

Seeing him squatting down, Shi Mianmian hurriedly stretched out his fleshy little arm to wrap his erection, leaned into his ear and pouted his pink little mouth and whispered: "My mommy is asleep, but I'm hungry, what are the two of us eating?" ”

The little guy is full of sweet milk, he is still holding a doll in his hand, he can't hold him tightly, and when his little arm is around his neck, he uses a little force, as if he is afraid that he will stand up next, and his little body is almost leaning on him, his eyes are blinking, full of trust.

Jing Jihan didn't push her away, only turned his eyes slightly sideways to look at Shi Mianmian, who couldn't arouse his annoyance no matter how sticky he was, and then glanced at the direction of the sofa.

Because the back of the sofa was blocked, he couldn't see what Shi Su was doing, but the little guy hugged his neck and didn't let go, so he simply picked her up with one hand and stood up.

Only then did I see Shi Su lying on the coffee table in front of the sofa and falling asleep.

"Wow! Uncle, you can hug me, uncle, are you healed......" Mianmian's excited voice rose a few decibels.

Jing Jihan raised a finger and gently pressed it on her small mouth, and motioned to her with a mouth shape: "Shhhh ”